Creighton Styles One-Shots!

Passing Papers

Y/N POV

Day 1

I was just starting out in Tasty Hill looking forward to make a living. During my first day there someone entered the building and activated a bunch of squealing from the customers, I look around to see a blonde boy wearing a chefs outfit accompanied with a little medal.

"Gather around everybody, Creighton Styles is here!" He says announcing his name to my customers.

"Well, would you like a meal or something Mr. Styles?" I ask, not really looking at him to serve waiting customers.

"I wouldn't even order water at this place after the little poisoning incident!" He responds to my question as I stop doing what I was currently to look at him.

"But grandpa never said anything about a food poisoning accident." I tell him as his eyes widen.

"You're related?!" He asks in shock, I nodded in agreement.

"A little advice Y/N, don't take recipies from your grandfathers cook book." He says as he recovers from his shock.

Day 2

I find myself often thinking of Creighton, his blonde hair and his glasses stuck with me for sometime... I wonder why?

And then he shows up on the TV, impeccably timed to the moment I was thinking about him.

"How did the great Greys reputation drop? Well it all starts out with a deadly poisoning incident that happened right on Tasty Hills festival day, where he poisoned Gustav Le Shan through a meal! I will talk about details later after this ad break." I heard from it.

Unknowingly, tears started to fall down my face.

"Its a lie right grandpa? It's not true?" My voice hitched. He looked down and nodded yes.

Why would I be thinking of such a rude, annoying and obnoxious person like him?

Day 3

Passing papers is a decent way to flirt right? I ask myself as I write a "Secret Admirers" letter, but for who you might ask?

It was for him, for Creighton.

I don't know how but... I just like him, it's shameful to admit that you simply like your rival.

Especially if your rival is a narcissistic moron.

Day 4

If I'm not forward I can't possibly get hurt right? I ask myself as I continue writing. I do send them over, it's just that I don't put any information about myself and my identity is fool-proof.

I then hear his voice on the TV.

"Hey guess what? I've been getting cute notes from somebody named Secret Admirer, I bet their watching and squealing right now just hearing about this." He brags on TV.

I turn red, even redder than that if possible. I wonder if he actually cares about reading them? I then cut myself off.

Probably not.

Day 5

I never trusted the idea of love at first sight, I don't want to admit it-

I just don't want to!

I kept writing though. Why, why!? Why must I be like this? Why can't I simply settle down.

Day 6

"Is it weird I wanna be with you at midnight? I think you'd look especially lovely in the moonlight." I wrote down the paper.

What am I writing I can't get even these words right.