“get off the phone you absolute dickhead, your boyfriend isn’t going anywhere.”
mike groaned dramatically, slumping against the wall, letting the scoopsahoy phone fall to his chest.
“but he neeeeeeds me, max.”
“michael wheeler if you don’t get your stupid ass off the company phone right this instant..”
“okay, okay max - jeez.” mike scoffed. “will?”
mike could hear will’s smile on the other end of the phone.
“max says i have to go and do my job now.” he shot max a pointed look. “i love you. make pizzas.”
“i love you too, mike. serve ice cream.” will sounded lovesick across the phone line. of course he would be, he was in the most glorious honeymoon phase with his boyfriend.
it wasn’t a particularly busy day at scoopsahoy, but max was right, she had a queue of five sticky eleven year olds - each demanding a more unique flavour than the next. mike hung up the phone in a huff, and turned back to the counter.
“and i want strawberry. and i want sprinkles. but only the blue ones.”
max looked like she wanted to kill herself.
“did you want to try manners, dipshit?” she scowled.
mike watched as the young boy matched max’s sour expression.
“and i want chocolate sauce.” he finished, looking triumphant.
max held out her hand, expecting change, but mike swooped in before she had a chance to say anything else mean.
“excellent choice, young man.” he shot max a knowing look. “bubblegum, vanilla, strawberry cone with blue sprinkles and chocolate sauce coming right up.”
the boy looked satiated, and mike put his hand to use, to making the ice cream cone as best he could. the queue of young kids dispelled after that, and max was onto mike instantly.
“calling your boyfriend really cheers you up, you could hardly wait to serve that dingus an ice cream cone.”
“he helps the shifts go faster i guess. i like his voice” mike shrugged.
“i figured.” max smacks him on the back.
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“jonathan. JONATHON.” will was yelling at the top of his lungs. “where are you dude, order up!”
“sorry, sorry. last delivery took way too long.”
“yeah was it that, or was it the blunt you just spent twenty minutes rolling out back?”
will closed the pizza box, drawing a smiley face in a black sharpie, before shoving it towards his brother. in a loving manner of course.
“okay you got me.” jonathon threw his hands up before shooting will a knowing look. “you’re blushing. mike call?”
“what? no-“ will stuttered. “yeah. maybe.”
jonathon grinned, and looked down at the scrap paper that was littered on will’s counter.
will flushed a deep crimson. maybe he had been distracted. maybe way too deep in a thought he shouldn’t even entertain.
“michael byers sounds better. don’t undersell yourself, dude.” jonathon smirked. “i’ll get this pizza delivered. you do what you need to do.”
will wanted to crawl into a dark hole and never leave it. he subconsciously lay his hand over the paper where he’d been doodling mike in the scoopsahoy uniform, where he’d been practicing merging their last names.
as jonathon left, will felt the tug of the phone deep in his heart. he took two paces back, and phoned the scoopsahoy number. mike picked up after two rings.
“hey baby, you miss me?” will couldn’t even contain the grin that spread wide across his flushed face.
“more than anything.” mike grinned. “i’ve got a minute before max beats my ass. what’s going on?”
“hmm. nothing. just wanted to hear your voice is all. i’m a romantic at heart, wheeler.”
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