✧ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 // 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘰 ✧

part 3 ✧

another morning.

well, at least i'm working now so i don't really have to sit by myself for many hours anymore.

at least i'm going to be paid after all.

i quickly washed my face and put on the uniform they gave me. why do i have to wear an uniform anyway,, i'm not even doing anything important there.

"i'm off to work"

i said, but no response. not that i care a lot anyway.

i quietly walked down the stairs and sat at the bus stop. as i checked yesterday, i won't have to walk in the mornings.

the bus didn't take long to come and took me to the place in a short time too.

as i walked through the building i checked where i'll be working today.

well... not sayaka's room. strange that i was hoping it would be her room too...

i put my bag in the very crowded room and took my way to where i'm going to be working.

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the whole day went on quite fastly. i had one last shift now and then i'll be going home, at least to rest.

i entered the room and this time, 2 girls, most likely to be some other girls in the band was sitting around the room.

i grabbed the messed up clothes and started ironing them.

"sayaka had a lot of voice breaks today, you think i'll be the next lead singer?"

"not really, they love sayaka a lot... her being kicked out won't be any good for our fame"

"ugh... why anyway"

i can't figure out why they were even talking about sayaka like this. i'm sure she doesn't do anything mean so it's fair she's loved a lot, i guess.

"hey you, we're talking, come later"

i suppose someone walked by...?

"uh, we're talking to you"

i lifted my head up, only to see the 2 girls staring at me.

"me? i'm supposed to be cleaning here now"

i looked at them, as they continued to stare at me without a response. this went on for at least 20 seconds.

"ugh i'm just gonna leave"

"me too"

i'm not sure what to even think right now, to almost being kicked out while i'm just working? weird.

"um, i think my shirt's gotta be here- oh, she isn't here"

a familiar voice from yesterday entered the room. standing right there, sayaka.

"do you know where it is?"

i lifted my head up again and realized she was talking to me.

"i... i actually have no idea, i'm sorry. i'll look for it"

just as i was turning around to the closet, she held my hand and which made me look at her immediately.

"no it's fine! you're already working, i'll just wear something else"

"okay...sure"

she let go of my hand and walked up to the mirror.

"how old are you?"

"huh?"

why was she asking that anyway?"

"oh, sorry if that bothered. i just thought you looked... well... young to be a maid"

"i'm nineteen"

"wow.. aren't you supposed to be attending university?"

"no idea"

that's really all i responded with. i've always wanted to study at an university too, but not everyone has nice luck... not me.

"you're pretty"

"uh... i mean... thanks"

did she just... tell me i'm pretty?

"you too"

that... just splattered out of my mouth. i didn't mean to say it, but i just did.

"thank you!"

"not at all"

her face filled up with that same bright smile. it's very pretty too, i guess?,,

"goodbye!"

i just waved my hand once again. it somehow feels like my blood is all frozen, but why? i never really get nervous when i'm talking to a different person- i simply just don't talk to them.

the shift ended kind of earlier than expected, but i still couldn't get on a bus, and if i was gonna walk again i would still just be late,

so the only option left was to call a close friend.

i grabbed my phone - which is the most old fashioned phone you can imagine, too, - and dialed the number.

"hey, what's up?"

"hey,, can you pick me up?"

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this story is getting so fun to write :))
also, didnt wanna leave the episode at a cliffhanger but didn't wanna tell the "friend" 's name so straightforward aswell but i meannnn i guess it's kinda obvious who it is??
hoping y'all are enjoying the story ^w^