summery : AU where instead of Carl working at 'Bob's Burgers' his part time is as barista in the run down cafe near the L train. You decided to drop by at his job, staying behind the counter with him as you worked on schoolwork. (Y'all are too busy goofing off)
warnings : none!!! This can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, but I wrote it from a platonic friend relationship.
The light smell of coffee and small sweet treats filled up your nostrils, as for your ears, all that could be heard was the small chatter of the few scarce people in the cafe. Late afternoon was never too busy over here.
Leaning against the small wooden stool Carl had snatched from the back for you, a dramatic sigh escapes your lips.
"Can you believe that I have to do a whole four pages by tomorrow? Do they think I'm free all day?" You give a disappointed head shake followed by your nails impatiently tap against the silver MacBook.
On the other hand Carl was busy messing around with his drink making skills. He's busy spinning the cup around, dumping sugar and coffee into the medium sized cup. Whatever he was trying to make, didn't look too appealing to the eye.
Finishing up the final touches of the drink he slides it across the counter, calling out the customer's name loudly. He sounded bored as hell. Then, finally, he scoffs, slightly sympathizing with you. "Four pages? Jesus Christ what do they think you are, a machine?"
"Then again it is your fault for trying to act smart by taking advanced classes." He adds quickly in a smartass way. He was one to talk, he couldn't even do basic math. Literally.
"Wow thanks for the motivation. Great help." You groan out, your head tilting back out of boredom. It was hard deciding what was worse, the paper you had to write by tomorrow, or the constant bickering between you and Carl.
Shuffling a bit, he looks over your shoulder. He smelled like coffee and cigarettes with a mix of expired waffles. It was difficult to say if you liked it or not, telling him he smelled good would boost his ego too much.
"Let me read it, I need a break from reading this stupid orders." Shoving your head to the left with a slight push, he pulls the computer forward. Scanning what you have so far, he tries to hold a laugh but fails.
"Fucking dumbass, you don't even have a full page done!" Carl blurts out. Might as well just call out your progress to the whole damn Cafe while he's at it.
What great help he was....
You slightly nudge his ankle with the side of your shoe, tugging the computer back into your personal space. "Yeah I know that dumbass. I'm the one struggling over here-"
Not letting even a sentence escape your mouth, and practically invading your space, he yanks the computer more closer. Still hovering around your space he interrupts as if he was the more important one. "Here, let me help." He snickers.
"Give me the damn computer back!-"
"This crappy thing isn't even yours! You didn't pay for it, your dad did-"
"Oh shut the fuck up!"
"You have a ton of unread messages. You're not nonchalant."
After a few moments of back and forth between you two, the computer is dragged back to your side. Closing all of the tabs Carl had obnoxiously opened up, this boy can't even use a damn work computer properly, you open the message tab back.
With a annoyed scowl written your face, you reply quickly. "It's not being nonchalant I just didn't read these yet."
"Can I read those for you? Just so I'm, like, in the know?"
"No."
a/n : rushed ending sorry!!!!! it's so weird while I was writing this we found out one of my family members has a tumor??? Istg is the fucking fanfic curse thing real. Anyway, super short cuz I'm tired but my first carl blurb!!! I love him sm. Definitely will be writing more so I can improve.
