Headlights and Heartbeats pt. 1
A/n: I'm overheating it's so hot.Anyway I had a dream about this.. And I saw someone make a post about it and I got mad inspiration to finish it!
Summery: August almost slimed you tf out and it was love at first sight..
Warnings: fluff;sfw;almost getting hit by a motorcycle
Working at a restaurant was hella tiring. It wasn't that you minded cooking it was just the same routine every single day.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, repeat.
The hours blurred together until you couldn't even tell what time it was anymore. At least one perk of the job was getting to snack whenever you wanted.
Finally, your shift was over.
All you wanted was to head home, kick off your shoes, and enjoy the peace and quiet of your lonely little house.
You let out a tired sigh as you started walking.
Your head snapped up just in time to see it racing straight toward you.
Is this really how I die...?
Your whole life flashed before your eyes.
The motorcycle skidded sideways, the tires screaming against the pavement as it drifted to a stop just inches away from you.
You stumbled backward, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might jump out of your chest.
"August! This is why I told you to slow down!"
A young girl quickly hopped off the back of the motorcycle and hurried over to you before you could even process what had happened.
"I'm so sorry about my brother. Are you alright?"
She stood protectively in front of you, completely blocking August's view.
"E-Eh... yeah..." you stammered, still trying to catch your breath. "You know... besides almost dying."
She gave an awkward laugh, clearly embarrassed.
Behind her, the driver finally spoke.
His voice cut off mid sentence.
For the first time, August got a good look at you.
You looked like the cutest little thing he'd ever seen.
Your brain practically short circuited.
The young girl sighed before climbing back onto the motorcycle.
August scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking much less confident than before.
"You live around here... right?"
Why did he need to know that?
The word sir made him grin from ear to ear.
Before you could even question what was happening, he flashed you a huge smile.
The motorcycle roared back to life.
In the blink of an eye, he sped off down the street, his sister yelling at him the entire time.
You stood there in complete silence.
"...What... just happened?"
One second you were walking home from work.
The next, an incredibly attractive man had almost run you over, asked where you lived, called you "cutie," and disappeared like it was the most normal interaction in the world.
You weren't sure if you had almost died....or accidentally become the main character in someone else's story.
By the time you made it home, you were still trying to process everything that had happened.
Did you really almost get hit by a motorcycle?
And why was the guy so... weird?
You ate dinner, changed into your pajamas, and crawled into bed, hoping a good night's sleep would help your brain make sense of the day's events
The next morning, you felt a little better.
Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal
After getting dressed and ready for work, you headed to the restaurant for another shift.
Just like always, breakfast came and went.
Then lunch.. then dinner.
The day passed by surprisingly fast.
No overly energetic mystery man.
No one yelling "Cutie!" from across the street.
By the time your shift ended, you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.
Maybe he was just trying to make me feel better after almost giving me a heart attack.
Or maybe I'm just reading way too much into one awkward encounter.
You'd probably never see him again.
It was finally your day off.
One single day off each week.
What is wrong with this place...?
Then again, it was probably one of the better jobs you could get in the Pit, so you couldn't complain too much.
The weather was nice, making it the perfect day for a walk.
You wandered through the busy streets, peeking into little shops filled with colorful trinkets, fresh food, and sweet treats. People chatted as they walked by while cars rolled down the streets.
None of them were driving straight at you
That familiar roar of an engine.
Your shoulders tensed immediately.
Luckily, this time he came to a smooth stop several feet away instead of nearly turning you into roadkill.
He practically launched himself off the motorcycle and hurried over to you.
"YO, MY CUTIE PIE! I MISSED YAAA!"
Before you could react, his arm was already slung around your shoulders like you'd been best friends for years.
...He actually came back.
...Also, does this guy have absolutely zero sense of personal space?
...Not that you were complaining..just... surprised.
"E-Eh... you missed me?" you asked, looking up at him in confusion. "Why? We don't even know each other."
"AND THAT'S THE SAD PART!" August exclaimed dramatically. "SO I FIXED IT!"
"I MADE YA SOMETHIN', SUGAR!"
With an excited grin, he reached behind his back and pulled out a neatly folded shirt.
It was baggy with a white base, bright orange trim around the sleeves and collar, and one thick black stripe running down the back.
"It's your VERY OWN COLLOSSO SHIRT!"
He proudly shoved it into your hands.
"THERE AIN'T ANOTHER ONE LIKE IT!"
You stared at it for a moment.
You'd definitely heard of the brand before. It was one of the biggest fashion brands around, and if you remembered correctly, you even owned a couple of their clothes.
"Oh... thank you." You smiled awkwardly. "It's... interesting."
You ran your fingers over the fabric.
"...But it's really nice."
August's grin somehow got even wider.
"YOU BET YOUR SWEET LITTLE CHEEKS IT IS! COLLOSSO'S THE BEST 'CAUSE IT'S MADE BY THE BEST—AND THAT'S ME!!
He puffed out his chest proudly, looking impossibly pleased with himself.
That certainly explained why he seemed so excited to hand it to you.
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