~Ellen(Panda) POV~
"Shh!" I whisper to Sabrina, my best friend in the world as she loudly rustled in the bushes outside of Main Event, where our other best friend, Albert, or Al, worked at. "Sorry! You know, we have done this so many times before, I dont know why you're freaking out now!" she whisper yelled as we crawled our way to the back door. Sabrina jiggled the bobby pin in the lock, trying to bust it open with all her might. "Well, I'm sorry! Sometimes we just forget that if we get caught, we could end up in jail!"
"Panda, the worst they could do to us is ban us. I think were okay." I rolled my eyes.
No, no no. Dont you get any ideas about Al and I. We are just friends. I've never been in live before, and I'm nineteen, so I'm pretty sure its not gonna happen soon.
Oh yeah, my nick name. Panda. I'm a little obsessed with pandas. Yeah, my hair is black and white striped kinda like Frankie Stein's. The only colors I wear are black and white. My whole room is panda. But I share it with Sab. (Sabrina duh). Her half is literally all smiley face. She has an obsession with smiley faces. Sometimes people call her Smiley. Her hair is half yellow, half black. Literally.
"Got it!" Sab announces quietly, and slowly opens the back door, as I give Al the signal: a salute like a solider to a general. He nods and distracts his boss yet again. Sab and I sneak past them as Al talks to his boss, and we take about six bags of 10,000 tickets each. We do this alot. Too much, actually. Main Event has flyers of finding us (the "ticket theives") all around the area. "So, I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you do for me." Al wraps ut up as he notices that we are almost gone. Sab and I race out of the employees room and into the game area. We clutch the plastic bags close, hoping not to drop any tickets. Al bursts through the break room and comes for us.
"Hey, how much did you get this time?" he asks, and we know he means how many tickets we got. "About six thousand." I say and his face smirks. "Nice. Disco ball, remember!" he shouts as he returns to his job. We told him that if he could get us thousands of tickets, wed get him anything his little heart desires. And he chose a disco ball. I'm not surprised. Al usually can have crazy moments like these.
Sab and I play games until I catch her starring at an employee. "Smiley, who's that?" I ask, nudging her playfully. "I dont know, but he's really cute. Do you think you could ask him out for me? Like me on a date with him. Dont you dare take him." she threatens. I roll my eyes. "Sab, you know I've never been in love before." she nods and sighs. "We need to fix that soon."
I get up and walk over to the guy Sab was checking out. I take him in for a moment, his glasses, pale blue eyes and tan skin, black spiked up hair. He was okay, I guess.
I looked for a nametag and finally found one on the side of his chest that read 'Kevin'. "Uh, Kevin? Is it?" he turns around to face me, taking me in this time. "Yes?" he says, smiling crazily like cashiers do at WalMart. "Um, my friend, Sabrina, over there," I point over to Sab, who is pretending to play whack-a-mole. "She, she wants to hang out with you sometime later on. Would that be possible?" I ask smoothly, trying to really get Sabrina a boyfriend. "Oh, well, let me talk to her, and I'll decide." Kevin says, walking over to Sab who pretended to count tickets.
I follow him, eager to see what goes down. He greets her casually, and Sab greets him back. They talk for a bit, and I am now sitting on the colorful carpet of Main Event. Then I hear Kevin ask Sab, "Would you want to have dinner sometime?" he asks, with a flirty smile. She nods excitedly. "Of corse!"
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Afterwards, Sab and I left with me holding only panda stuff and Sab with only smiley face, and a disco ball for Al. And, he caught up with Sab and I a couple minutes before we got to my panda car.
"Hey, disco ball, please." he immediately demanded smoothly. I rolled my eyes and handed him the colorful box. "Thank you very much." he says and walks with us. "Ah, panda only. Not a surprise. Same with you, Sab. Smiley face only. Who would've guessed?"
"Well, you dude, wanted a disco ball. So deal with our crazy obsessions, okay?" I said back with a playful attitude. "Whatever. At least I dont have a crazy obsession." he says mocking us. "Well you should. It would make you so much more attractive." I teased. I told you, I dont like Al, we are just friends, okay! So don't get any ideas.
Too many are already flowing through my mind.
