Our Christmas

Chapter 3

The next day, Michael arrived at work, somewhat late. He sat at his desk and looked next to the empty one.

"Yo, where's Vav?" Ray asked as he sat down at his desk with a bottle of apple juice placed next to him.

"Oxfordshire, remember. He told us before he left." Michael replied, in a monotone voice, apparently more interested in the bottle.

"Michael. You're upset as fuck since Gavin left, aren't you?" Ray stated, bluntly. Michael glared at the Hispanic wide eyed. "I know since one, you're a lot more mopy, you're not as energetic, and it's obvious as fuck." Ray said, not missing a beat as Michael continued to stare at him, dumbfounded at how he knew. Michael opened his mouth to speak, but Ray interrupted.

"Look, Michael." Michael glared up at Ray.

But Ray just stared. And stared and stared. Michael's eye twitched aggravated by Ray, still refusing to say shit.

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"...For the love of- WHAT RAY?!" Michael yelled.

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"Stop being such a bitch baby." Ray stated in a monotone voice and walked out of the room.

"Motherfucking dumbass bastard."

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