Ryan: The shop closes up each year for Thanksgiving, but it's not just on the actual holiday. Pete gives us a three day break, which is fine. Great even. Except I am going to be alone on Thanksgiving. Also, I hate Thanksgiving.
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Dallon presses himself against Ryan's back as he locks the door. The younger man has been getting used to his touchiness ever since the two of them started getting along. Yet, it does tend to make Ryan uncomfortable some times.
(By uncomfortable, the crew was pretty sure Ryan meant turned on. They've seen the blushes and awkward b*ners.)
"So, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Dallon asks.
"Oh you know, staying in the apartments alone and eating three boxes of pizza while donating to many indigenous charities because Thanksgiving is a sh*tty holiday," Ryan replies.
He shoves his keys into the pocket of his jacket and faces his coworker. While this is the moment Dallon would usually look annoyed, Ryan and the camera man notice that he looks concern instead. That throws them both off.
"You're not going to see your family?" he asks.
Ryan shifts uncomfortably, "ah, no. N-Not enough money for the flight..."
"Ryan, we could have pitched in you know?"
"I appreciate the offer, but I'll live. I can FaceTime them."
Yet, Dallon isn't giving up.
"Come spend it with my family and I! I can pay for your ticket."
Ryan shakes his head, "no. I'm not going to let you buy anything for me. Seriously, I'll be fine."
Dallon frowns, "Ryan."
"Dallon."
"Ryan, I know we're not really close friends or anything, but that doesn't mean I want you alone on Thanksgiving."
He just rolls his eyes and waves his hand, "I'll be fine! Stop worrying about me!"
"Fine. Fine."
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Dallon: Yeah, f**k that.
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"Do you not have anything better to do?" Ryan asks.
The camera man shakes his head and the camera, "no". He groans and flops back on his bored, growing more annoyed at this stupid documentary crew his boss hired.
"You couldn't follow Dallon to Utah or Pete to Chicago with Patrick? At least you don't have to fly to Chicago!"
Yet, the camera man just ignores his whines.
"What about Thanksgiving? Don't you have plans?"
Another head shake which ticked him off even more.
"F**king great," Ryan mumbles.
A few minutes of silence pass between them as Ryan starts working ahead on his creative writing assignment and the camera man films him. He only manages to get a few lines in before the silence starts to irk him.
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the coffee shop | multi-fandom
FanfictionRyan: We are not a Starbucks. STOP ORDERING THE GODDAMN PUMPKIN SPICE. Dallon: Yup. Ryan has lost it. a look into the lives of the employees at a local coffee shop. aka the mockumentary!au (w/ brallon, joshler, peterick, rywalk, & more)