Brandon Rogers X Reader

"Job interview"

Shaking, sweating, and scrambling to find your car keys, you headed out the front door of the place you were staying. You barely got any freaking sleep because of the stress to get accepted into this job. (whatever job u want to b in) "Where's my lipstick? Where's my foundation? I'm gonna be late for this damn interview!" you said out loud in your car. You didn't have time for anything. As you hopped into your car, you drove as fast as you could to your destination.

Walking into a huge building with shiny marble floors and gold trims. Going in the elevator to the top floor, you discovered that the interviewers weren't in the designated room where the interview was supposed to take place. "Great. More waiting after I hauled my ass over here! Why did I have to rush to much?" you said. As you sat your bag beside the chair you were sitting at, your phone dinged and you were irritated. "Who could be texting me now? It better not be my ex-boyfriend again." you said taking your phone out.

As you scrolled through your contacts, you saw a contact name that said "Brandon Rogers" and your eyes lit up. Opening the text he sent you, you looked at the message he sent. 

Brandon: "Hey, is this the girl I ran into yesterday?"                                                                                               ~sent at 8:12 am

You smiled at the screen for a few seconds until you heard the door click open and someone walked in. "Hello. You must be y/n. Glad you're here. I was told you had an appointment for a job interview?" You nodded and said "Yep. That's me. I'm here to apply for [insert job name here]." The person looked at you up and down as if they were judging your harshly. "I see. You're not what I expected." You thought it was rude what they said, but, you shrugged it off pretty quick.

The interview went well...but the bad news was that you had to wait two whole weeks for the results to come in that said if you were excepted or not. Two more whole weeks until you have to go back home and work there for the job you applied for. (since you applied for the job in L.A. but the company is in your hometown) You just hoped to see that one dreamy guy more before leaving for home again.