Excuse me, missie.

Excuse me, missie.

  • WpView
    Reads 63
  • WpVote
    Votes 13
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing19m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 29, 2023
"Heyy, you." a voice calls at me from behind, as a shift towards where it comes from. "Yeah, you over there. I wanna order." Right, I am a waitress, I am still getting used to this new job and everything that comes with it. I quickly turn around and walk over to the table where the voice is coming from. A group of young men in their twenties are sitting at the table smoking and drinking tequila. "Yes? What would you like?" I ask rather shyly I am still not so confident in my new position. "We'll have ten more shots, missie." says one of them at the back of the table. His smile immediately catches my eye, there is something warm radiating from it. Although, this is in contrast with his overall appearance. His arms are strong one of which is completely covered in tattoos and his hair is cut really short. He is wearing some sort of white tank. I must've staring too much because one of his friends gently nudged me. "Baby, we all know Oliver is charming, but we still wanna get our drinks today." he finishes and they all start laughing. I interrupt their stupid joke by saying, "Yeah, of course, coming right up, and for the record, I don't think your charming, Oliver. I was just startled by your rudeness when you called me a 'missie?' ." I don't wait for his response, instead, confidently walk off. What an outrageous behavior that I have to endure.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Twisted
  • Crushed •|COMPLETED|•
  • Friends Don't Know The Way You Taste
  • Love isn't Real
  • My Possessive Mobster✔️
  • His Waitress
  • Ms. Heartbreaker Meets Mr. Player
  • My Bad Boy And The Gang.
  • FEISTY BeasT
Twisted

"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again. Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile. "That's great man, I'm of proud you." He says, patting my arm as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine. I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask. His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away. "I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction. He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them. "Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes. I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face. "Thanks." I all but squeak out. And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend. <><><><><< THIS BOOK IS BEING *MAJORLY* EDITED. THERES LOTS OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND NAME MIX UPS, SOME CHAPTERS WILL BE REWRITTEN Also, Please don't be mean to the characters, they aren't even close to perfect, but they don't deserve hate.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines