Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

8) Love is always...

"Woah...what happened to your hand?" Zamora exclaimed as I entered our apartment, heavy with exhaustion. I whimpered, and nearly plummeted to the ground as she steadied me. A minute later she walked me over to our aging, old, leather couch. Once there, I slumped onto it before letting out a pained moan.

The adrenaline and excitement of the night had worn off, leaving me with my throbbing hand and an ache for more. I wasn't going to tell Zamora that I decided I was going back. I couldn't. I had to lie.

"I...accidentally got my hand slammed in a door." I stated sharply. Zamora grumbled and examined my splinted fingers. Thankfully only two of them had been broken...instead of my whole hand. "Looks like I have to ask how your day went." she muttered, plopping down on the couch next to me.

"Terrible. The manager was really weird...and my 'mentor'? Hah. Don't even get me started on him." I snorted in slight frustration. "He was messing with me all night and wouldn't leave me alone."

"Nuh-uh!" Zammie gawked in disbelief. I nodded and looked up with the little strength I had. "What did he do?"

"Well, let's see." I mumbled in thought, leaving out most of the details. "He was watching me over the security cameras. And when I went to the bathroom he made up a story just to come and 'check on' me." Zamora crinkled her nose in disgust and grumbled.

"What a perv!" she scoffed, grabbing her laptop from the charger and typing on the keys. "What's his name?"

"Uh...Mike Schmidt." I answered. "Why?"

"Bingo." she giggled, turning around the computer to show me her findings. I was a little shocked she had searched him up on Facebook but I figured it would hurt to learn more about him. I scrolled through his posts before one caught my eye.

"Who's she?" I muttered, enlarging the image. Mike was sitting at a bar with a drop-dead gorgeous blonde. She was tagged...Rachel Knapp. "Wow." Zamora mumbled in awe. I glanced over and she was thoroughly scouring the image. Almost as if she were devouring every little detail.

"He...he seems familiar. Doesn't he?" she mumbled again, her eyes flickering with unspoken thoughts. I shrugged and went back to the picture before slamming the laptop closed. "Look...I'm going back tomorrow. But right now I'm gonna take a shower cuz' I smell like ass and pizza."

Zamora let out a faint giggle before nodding in agreement. "Hey...Jake wants to talk to you. He's worried..." she sighed, her tone suddenly serious. "Really?!" I asked excitedly before blushing in hot embarrassment.

"There's no need to be ashamed about your little crush." she mocked, intertwining her fingers and shrugging her shoulders in Disney Princess style. I felt my cheeks grow even hotter before I left the room.

I didn't deny I had a crush on Jake...I'd had it for a long time. He lived next door and went to the same college as Zamora. A good part of me was jealous that Zammie got more attention from him than me but I wouldn't say anything. I kinda like being alone anyway. So much more secure.

"Ellie! Before you go talk to him I want to tell you there's a party on Sunday. If you want to go!" Zamora called from the front room. I shook my head and looked into the hall.

"It's Tuesday right?" I called back. "We'll see if I'm not in a full body cast by Friday."

With that I slammed the door shut and slumped against the door. Finally I could assess my thoughts in peace. One of them was that I decided I was going back. It may have been stupid but I knew that it was the smartest decision to make.

After all, I couldn't just leave Mike in a restaurant with murderous animatronics, no matter how much I disliked him. That'd just be so wrong on so many levels. Especially my own.

A/N:

Hey guys, sorry for the short filler. I just thought you might like a bit of info on Ellie and her love life. I've got much more planned for her in the future. Comment and like for more! #plottwistincoming

-Gberryb