In which... Your poor father has worked so hard to keep his restaurant afloat however William Afton and his good for nothing son Michael, your biggest rival, just won't leave him alone. You decide to start a small anonymous camgirl business on the side, desperate to earn some extra cash, and unbeknownst to the both of you, your biggest rival had become your biggest fan.
⚠️ use of y/n, p in v, physical fight, rough sex, oral (f receiving), hate sex, name calling??
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Slightly inspired by prize counter girl by Vilsoo (on tumblr)
You'd think owning a restaurant with dancing animal animatronics would be rare in Hurricane, Utah.
Well unfortunately for my dad, it's not.
My dad has been building random mechanical objects since he was thirteen. When I say he's good. I mean it. He has worked so hard, his whole life, to make things work for us. Finally his dream came true when he opened Benny Badgers Bistro. A kid friendly restaurant with singing and dancing robot animals, he built 5, Benny Badger, Leo Lemur,
Ronan Rat, Amelia Aardvark and Susie Swan.
I argued with my dad about the animals, as they seemed rather... random. I don't think a 6 year old will know what an aardvark is. I certainly didn't.
But there was no arguing with him. He was so excited. Until that hellspawn William Afton and his obnoxious son Michael set up his Pizzeria at the same time.
The kids loved the place. It had pizza and simple yet cute animatronics. Like a bunny. Or a bear.
Try making a robotic, furry-like aardvark.
Regardless, the two restaurants have been in a silent war since they opened.
Since then I've caught Michael and William saying bad stuff about our restaurant and even going online and spamming one star reviews.
They've tried on multiple occasions to sabatoge us, but whenever I try to get them back my dad always stops me, something about being the bigger person. Which honestly, I don't give a fuck about it.
Seeing the look in my dads eyes when we lose another customer, or when there's another stupid looking freddy face spray painted over our logo.
We were losing money fast, and we especially needed it for my mother, who had various health problems that required expensive medication.
Since my father had explicitly declined my idea at revenge, the most I could do is visit Freddy's Pizzeria and gather some info.
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So I now stood in front of the doors, I didn't want to run into any of the Afton family members so I tried to come at the busiest time where they would hopefully be too preoccupied to notice me.
We had met before on several occasians, the first time to discuss business, my dad thought the two businesses could integrate. William declined. He had this weird superiority complex and hinted that he was far smarter than my dad, so much so he didn't want to work together. The second time was when I first met Michael.
He was a dick. Telling me how we should just pack up and go home, then rambled on about how my father was an idiot. He's one to talk.
The other few times were just coincidence, it was mostly at a mechanics store for tools and what not.
I kinda wished they would work together, they would accomplish so much more. But the Aftons of course don't see it that way.
I walked in, looking around.
It had an overwhelming smell of pizza. I crinkled my nose, it was disgusting.
I looked around at the various little kids running around and messily stuffing their faces.
I noticed ballpits and a small carousel. To be fair, Benny's bistro did need some more entertainment, the problem is the lack of money to fund it.
I walked further, trying to see if there was anything else the pizzeria had that picked it apart from the bistro.
There was honestly nothing special.
It was almost the same, sure the styles were slightly different but that's the point. We can't be the exact same.
My eyes scanned to the sides where arcade machines lined the walls, leading up to the prize counter. Where Michael stood.
Then without thinking I waltzed up to it.
"You here to actually enjoy the better restaurant?"
"It smells like shit" my smile dropped
"Well you must feel at home then"
"I'm just here to say hi"
I noticed a mini fridge behind him, containing some drinks.
"Why do you sell drinks at the prize counter"
"They're limited edition. Imported from different countries. You win them"
He brought out a glass bottle containing a pink liquid.
He placed it on the counter.
I picked it up, then without even glancing at it I 'accidentally' dropped it over the counter. It splashed against his jeans and some of the prizes.
This caught some other peoples attention.
"Oh my god. I'm so so so sorry" I put on a higher and sweeter voice
Michael got some glares, especially from mothers with their little kids.
"Thought this place was kid friendly"
"That boy just lost his temper! Poor girl"
another person murmured back
I looked at him, a small smirk plastered on my face.
He glared at me, leaning forward.
"I swear to fuck Y/N. You fucking idiot"
I pouted "That's no way to talk to a customer. After all. It was an accident"
"Bye" I whispered cheerily
I then whirled around and went to order myself a pizza.
It was honestly kinda good. I didn't pay for it either, the bustling atmosphere allowing me to just walk out without anyone noticing.
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Once I was home I was met by my father, his head in his hands.
"Nothing. Just tight on money right now. Go to bed, I need some space right now"
I went outside to a small cottage that came with my parents lot.
I lived there now, it was nice as it provided me space away from them.
I had my own apartment in L.A, however I moved back to Utah to work at the restaurant.
I considered selling my apartment for money but my parents said no, and to be fair, I would be needing it in the future. There had to be another way to get money.
I looked it up online, nothing spectacular came up that guaranteed fast money. Until I found a website for camgirls. People who err jerked off on camera..?
Usually this would be an instant no. However I knew I had a good body, it would be fast, and it might even be fun. To gain confidence?
I signed up and made an account, making sure to not use my actual name.
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For the rest of the night I watched other girls who did it, trying to learn how to do it. Whatever it was.
I then, embarrassed out of my mind, ordered some cheap toys.
I felt slightly disgusted but whatever paid the bills I guess.
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The toys arrived a week later, I felt ready to film my first video. It would be free, to gain attention, but the rest would be paid only.
I despised filming, it was all just fake grunts and moans but it looked realistic enough to appease to the people my content was targeting, aka porn addicted basement dwellers who probably haven't showered since the 1800s.
I finished filming. Uploading the video to the site. I then closed the tab and just binged watched netflix till I fell asleep.
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When I woke up to check I expected it to gain a few views, not a lot, but a fair few.
What I didn't expect was to blow up. My video had reached 30k.
I stared at the screen in shock, mouth agape.
I checked the side bar where it tracked income, the number 42 shone back at me. Excitement bubbled inside of me, this was just from a free video, sure it's not a hell of a lot but imagine I charged $10 for premium content, I could easily get enough to help the restaurant and then quit when business was booming.
I decided to film another video, in a different outfit to upload in the evening, if I kept a steady upload it could be possible that within 3 weeks I could get enough. Then our restaurant could grow and surpass the popularity of the Aftons pizzeria. Oh how I'd love to wipe that smirk off Michaels stupid face.
The clock reached 1am as I mindlessly scrolled on instagram, bored out of my mind.
I was tired, but not tired enough to sleep. I considered going for a smoke or taking some melatonin to ease me into sleep but that would require me getting up. There was one thing that released extra energy..
I went into my search engine, switching to incognito mode. I typed in my go to site, undoing my pants and pulling them down slightly as it loaded. I scrolled through the many videos, looking for something good. Hower it was mostly weird incest porn. I sighed in disgust, about to call it a night and just do without porn however an ad popped up, something about camgirls.
I clicked on it, it redirected me to a page full of girls doing all kinds of solo acts. This was better.
I clicked on the first video, a girl using a.... hairbrush...? I watched in confusion, slowly palming my dick. It was actually pretty hot.
I watched a few more videos but nothing was really doing it for me, I scrolled through more until one piqued my interest. I clicked on it, you couldn't see her face, only from chest down. She was softly whining as she slowly thrusted a clear cylindrical object into herself. It had an impressive amount of views.
I watched in awe, now this was getting me riled up, I began stroking my length to match her pace, it wasn't long before I came, my body shaking slightly. I panted, still looking at the screen and listening to her moans.
I clicked on her profile, cursing as I saw only two videos, the one I watched and the other being premium. The premium one had been uploaded only 10 minutes ago. Without even thinking much I created an account and subscribed to her, my card details already saved. I put in a random username, not putting my name. It was weird, I'd never paid for porn before, but something about her got me addicted.
"Have a good day!" I beamed at a customer as she walked through the doors, her son clutching her hand and staring back at the animatronics with longing.
Things had been going great, a month had passed since I started my little side business which had given enough money for some repairs and advertising. From there we got more customers, improving our income which we were now using to upgrade the place. Our most recent upgrade being the new design for the animatronics. They looked more colourful and had this 90's hip hop vibe to them. The kids loved it.
We also refurbished the wallpapers and were now working up to do the floors too.
My dad was overjoyed, ranting on how proud he is that my "youtube" channel was earning us this much money. I obviously had to lie and tell my parents it was from a blog account I made.
I didn't like this whole camgirl thing, but it did help, and I didn't want to get a side job as a bartender or something, my schedule would be too booked. I was thinking of going back to L.A soon, getting a job as a journalist and just writing, the issue is I stopped writing when I moved back here, solely focusing on the restaurant and now my writing skills weren't exactly up to par, I needed to spend more time practicing in order to improve. I couldn't do that with two jobs, the camgirl thing wasn't really a job, it required literally 30 minutes every second day and was a major help, I could sense the Aftons displeasure from here.
Although I hadn't actually seen either of them recently.
I got an alert from my phone, it was a short melody that sounded suspiciously like the grindr alert but with a... harp? Whatever, it was the camgirl site, they turned it into an app now. I checked it, another ten people had signed up for my content. I hummed happily as I then continued serving customers.
It had been 2 months since I first found that girl, and ever since I've watched every video she uploaded. I enjoyed every one, however I wanted to see her face. I needed to. Her voice and body stuck on my mind. I felt like a desperate loser whenever I was doing a mundane task but all I could think about was bending her over and fucking the shit out of her. Too bad I knew nothing about her. I was about to disappear into the bathroom for my break to watch more of her but suddenly a hand came down hard on my shoulder, gripping it.
My father stood there, irritated.
"Those idiots are growing more popular as each day passes. I overhead some stupid customers saying they prefer the atmosphere at that bistro rather than here. The fuck does that mean?" he growled lowly
"They pulled the money from God knows where and are redecorating and making all sorts of improvements. It's ridiculous."
"I'm sure it'll be short lived."
"Better be" he hissed before walking off.
I had confidence it would go down again, and there was no way it would become more popular than Freddy's.
3 months of hard work. 3 months of this stupid camgirl bullshit, but it paid off.
The restaurant was overwhelmed with customers, our profit at an all time high. Business was running smoothly, the statistics showed we had surpassed the weekly profit of the Aftons pizzeria. We were finally getting what we wanted, I could now quit the whole camgirl thing, it was only a small percentage of profit now anyway so it wouldn't make a difference if I quit, it was really only to get the business back on it's feet.
I could also focus on my writing, everything was falling into place.
I finished wiping down a table before noticing a customer walk in and sit down. I turned to go up to them but stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed William Afton sitting there.
I walked up to him slowly.
"What can I get you?" I asked nervously.
"A water" he muttered coldly
I whisked away to grab a tall glass of ice cold water, I could see him looking around.
I returned and set it down.
"This place has improved"
"Enjoy it while it lasts" he gave me a look before taking a long sip.
"How much for this water?"
I considered charging him but decided against it.
He grunted in response before getting up and walking away in the direction of the bathroom.
"What a freak" I murmured to myself
The day went by slowly, I came to a decision of deleting my camgirl account on Sunday, I wouldn't film anything else but I'd let some more people sign up just for some extra bucks.
That night I went to sleep happy that everything turned out for the better.
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I arrived at the Bistro, it was early, I told my father I could set up for today. I inserted the key into the door, twisting it and opening the door. I felt my heart drop as I stared into the entrance.
Chairs, posters, decorations and various other objects lay all over the floor, broken. Paint splattered against the walls and various holes were left in the wall. The place was ruined.
I ran in, it looked like an explosion had happened. The animatronics lay all over their stages, pulled apart.
After exploring more I found the whole place was trashed, I assumed the perpatrator had entered via the bathroom window as it was smashed, the shattered glass lay all over the tiled floor. I stared at it before calling the police.
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The police tried to search the cameras but they had been disabled. The street camera also got nothing as they came in through the back. The officers spent the whole day trying to find fingerprints or a hair, or anything that could indicate who did this.
I just sat there, anger coursing through me as an officer explained that they were sorry but they could not find the criminals, and we hadn't gotten insurance yet. I knew we should've done that sooner.
I overheard some officers talking as I started walking out.
"We just can't figure it out, smart criminals"
"Yeah, not a trace left behind. I just wish I knew who it was"
"You sure that wasn't too far?" My coworker piped up suddenly as we sat around a table, eating pizza.
"Gotta do what you gotta do" I responded
"Tell anyone and you're fired. And we both know how much you need this job"
Four of us broke into Benny Badgers Bistro last night, my fathers idea of course.
The other two sat giggling "They are so over. Your dad will increase our pay now. Right?"
"Well yeah, all the bistros customers will come flocking to us." I said smugly
"We won't. My dad disabled the cameras when he was there and we wore gloves and all that"
"Speaking of, where is your dad?"
"He's fixing up a new upcoming animatronic. So I'll be closing today" I sighed
The others nodded in understanding.
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I swept the floors hastily, excited to get home to see if that one cam girl had posted, I had been thinking of her all afternoon.
The pizzeria was closed now, it was getting late. The sky darkening. Suddenly I saw a familiar figure standing outside glaring at me through the glass doors.
The door had a large sign that stated it was closed, ignoring it I opened the door and walked in.
"Hey! Can't you read?? We're closed"
I walked up to him as he set the broom down and looked at me in confusion.
I lifted my hand, before curling it into a fist and punching him in the jaw.
He staggered and looked at me with pure anger.
"I know it was you" I said with a surprising amount of calmnesss
"I know you fucking did it!" I yelled before pushing him and hitting him again
"You fucking bitch" he spat before slamming his fist into my stomach
I doubled over has he stood straight, I immediately pulled something from my pocket, it was a pocket knife. I wasn't going to kill him. Obviously. I just uhm... not actually sure why I brought it, whatever.
"You know there's cameras right??"
"Don't care" I hissed in a voice that wasn't quite my own.
I glanced up at him shaking in anger.
I lunged at him, he grabbed my arm with the knife, trying to get me to drop it.
"You ruined my familys life!"
"It's just a restaurant!"
"Yeah and without that income we would be homeless!"
"Not my problem" he snarled
I kneed him in the stomach then tackled him, however I dropped the knife in the process, probably for the best. I kept punching him hard as he struggled, suddenly he pulled at my hair and I stopped, he took the opportunity to push me off and get up, he pulled me up by my hair and dragged me closer to the prize counter before slamming me against it.
I cried out in pain before glancing at him, he let me go.
"Fuck you" I spat, leaning over and grabbing another pink soda from the mini fridge, and throwing it at him, it missed and hit an arcade machine, liquid splashing all over the controls and wires.
I then threw myself at him, we both kept throwing punches at eachother until suddenly he grabbed me and threw me, I fell against the same arcade machine, crashing into it.
Electric currents shot through me as I cried out in pain, my body shaking slighty.
It stopped and I sat there slightly dazed.
"Are you okay???" He rushed to my side, a worried expresssion all over his bloodied face.
I mentally shook myself before lunging at him again.
"I hate you" I hissed at his shocked expression.
He pushed me off of him, both of us scrambling to our feet.
We both stood panting, I was about to start hitting him again but suddenly a familiar harp alert sounded from my phone. I froze, so did he.
"You.. also use that app...???" he looked confused
"You know what it is? Ew perve!"
"Hey you also have it!" he snapped
"I had to be. I needed the money" I groaned
"Trust me the last thing I'd like to do is please jerks like you"
"You could never please me"
"I bet I already have" I hissed
"I'm pretty popular on there"
"Ew gross I am not telling you"
"Fine I'll see for myself"
He lunged at me, pulling my phone from my pocket and turning it on.
"Michael no!" I pulled him back but his face was pale, eyes widened.
See all the notifications start with "Dear, whatever your username is", meaning Michael saw it.
"I've been subscribed to you for months."
"Ew! You've seen me..." I went pale
"Gross!" I put my face in my hands
"Not my fault you're a pervert!"
"No like I actually feel sick"
I ran to the nearest bin before throwing up.
I groaned, wiping my mouth and standing up.
He stared at me before rolling his eyes and grabbing my hand, pulling me towards the back.
"I bet it's because you electrocuted yourself"
"That was not me" I hissed as we arrived in the kitchen and he let go of me to grab a bottle of water
"It was scary. Thought your mind went on the fritz"
He handed me the water and I opened it and drank half in one go.
"Like you care" I rolled my eyes
"Geez fine. Be like that"
"I mean you punched me first"
I brought out a pack of mints, then ate half.
"You are quite literally the worst and I wish you would drop dead"
"Is that why you brought a knife?"
There was silence for a few moments.
"Are we still talking about that"
"I needed the money I guess"
"I mean it. I mean I was dying to see your face. Super disappointed it's you."
"Good" I snapped, although mine hurt too, actually everything hurt.
"Can't believe you came to beat me up"
"Please you are far worse than me, I mean look at you. You look like someone threw you into a meat grinder"
I stood closer to him, my eyes met his.
"I can do more damage if you'd like" I gritted my teeth
"You being the cam girl I've been obsessing over has really fucked things up"
"Well I thought it was hot when you were punching me, and even hotter after I found out that you were a cam girl"
"There's something seriously wrong with you"
"No.." he mumbled defensively
"Oh so you like it when girls are mean to you?"
He looked away with a confused expression.
"Where'd all the confidence go?"
"You're so fucking weird"
"Do you like have a thing for me or something?"
"So if I kissed you.. you wouldn't care? Like at all" I teased, getting an idea.
"Ew. No.. I absolutely wouldn't"
"Let's test it out" my eyes narrowed, I could see I was getting a rise out of him, so all this time all I had to do was seduce him? Weird.
"F-fine" he stammered a little too eagerly.
Without much warning I pressed my lips to his, grabbing his face.
His hands went to my waist, he kissed me back immediately, pulling me against him.
I broke away "You are so desperate" I snickered
"So this whole time you have been like totally obsessed with me"
"I hate your personality but you are.. well.. really hot"
He said, eyeing my figure and chest.
"Been too focused on work to get laid"
"Oh yeah so you have had a really good time with guys since you came"
"Fine, it's been a little too long"
"Whatever, not like we'd ever fuck. I genuinely hate you"
We looked at each other, still all bruised and tired.
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"Fuck it" he snapped before pulling me in and kissing me.
I kissed back, my hands going to his neck.
He gripped me tightly, tilting his head and licking the bottom of my lip.
In return I slightly bit his, then bit harder.
He groaned before pulling back.
"Shut up" I hissed before pushing him back against the counter.
I leaned in and began kissing his neck.
"You're surprisingly aggressive" he mumbled
I ignored him and started biting and sucking on specific spots, biting harder and leaving darker marks.
He started pulling at my shirt. I leaned back, pulling his shirt off first.
I put my hands over his, pushing them away and onto the counter as I kissed him.
I broke away, breathing heavily.
"Should we.. go somewhere else?"
"No no, kitchens only place without a working camera"
He flipped me around, helping me sit up on the counter, my hands going to his hair and tugging, kissing his neck again.
He stood in between my legs, tugging at the hem of my pants.
He tugged harder, me nipping at his collarbone.
"Take off your jeans.." he whined slightly
"You're pathetic" I breathed into his neck but regardless I broke away to pull them off. Him starting to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.
We threw them to the side,
"I guess.... I still owe you for.. destroying your place."
He began to lower himself as I raised a brow.
He stopped when his head was between my thighs, he gently pulled my legs further apart, pulling my panties to the side.
"I hope you're not expecting head in return"
He chuckled lightly before shaking his head. Then without a second more he licked a long line on my slit.
I breathed in sharply, my hands going to his hair.
His tongue found my clit, licking circles on it.
I tilted my head back, tugging at his hair.
"Shit.." I groaned softly
He increased his pace, occasionally flicking down to my entrance.
He then licked circles around my entrance, slightly dipping his tongue in each time he went round.
After going around a few times he stuck his tongue inside me, I hissed softly, gripping his hair.
His tongue swiveled inside before darting back up to my clit and aggressively licking up and down.
he hummed in response, the vibrations sending me reeling.
"W-wait." I pulled at his hair.
He continued as I moaned loudly.
I threw my head back, feeling myself getting closer.
He began sucking my clit.
I moaned louder, moving one hand to grip the edge of the counter.
He continued, pulling apart my thighs even further.
"fffffuckk" I cried out as I felt myself release, my legs shaking slightly.
He continued sucking and licking as I shook, biting my lip in ecstasy.
"M-michael.. stop" I groaned
He gave one last lick before pulling back and getting up, wiping his mouth.
"I hate how good you were at that" I hissed weakly
He smirked, kissing me intensely.
He slid his boxers down, kicking them to the side.
I glanced at his dick, slightly intimidated.
I laughed nervously as he came closer and began to align himself.
I felt his tip press against my entrance, suddenly he pushed me back, now lying down, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer and slinging my legs on his shoulders.
Before I could get mad at him for being too aggressive he thrusted into me hungrily.
He continued slamming into me, not giving me any time to adjust.
I cried out in pain and pleasure as he glared down at me.
"You're a fucking bitch" I spat
"Yet you're legs are still wide open. Just for me" he grunted
I cried out as I felt his balls hit against me with every aggressive thrust.
"m-michael.." I spluttered
"I don't give a fuck how you feel"
I huffed out, annoyed. However he did start thrusting at a more gentle pace.
He moved my shirt up, squeezing my tits before running his hands back down to my hips.
"You were so nice before" I snapped
"I'm complicated" he panted, pulling out.
He pulled me off the counter without warning, me scrambling to get off and not fall.
He then turned me over, bending me over the counter before thrusting back into me.
I groaned in surprise, him leaning over me, his hands firmly planted on the counter by my head.
He was moaning and panting as I bit down on my shirt, small yelps still heard as he hammered into me. He leaned over further, nipping at my shoulder through my shirt.
He continued and I could tell by his more desperate thrusts that he was close.
"Just to be clear we are not doing this again" he huffed in my ear, burying his face into my neck
"Like you can stay away from me"
He moaned in response, pulling out as thick white ropes splattered against me and the floor.
"Ew" I spat as he stood back
I turned around, panting.
He then grabbed me and slammed me against the nearest wall.
"Oww" I murmured, not knowing what his plan was
I noticed him getting hard again,
He understood immediately and supported me as I jumped up, legs wrapping around his midriff, still pressed against the wall.
I carefully held his dick before lowering onto it, taking a sharp inhale.
He bucked into me desperately, my hands gripping onto his back.
He continued fucking into me as he looked into my half lidded eyes, I whined softly.
"You.. still gotta... pay for the repairs. . at the bistro" I panted
He sighed in annoyance, thrusting harder.
I raked my nails down his back, leaving red marks.
"You deserve it" I muttered, glaring at him.
"You realize I'll leave if the bistro closes. None of this can ever happen again"
"Not like it would" he huffed
"You're addicted already. I can tell" I said smugly.
"Great" I mused as he pulled out, whining, again to cum all over us both.
He immediately let go of me, I staggered, leaning against the wall.
He walked to his pile of clothes, begginning to put his boxers on.
"Wow. No aftercare?" I teased, readjusting my panties and straightening my shirt
"You don't need it" he hissed, putting on the rest of his clothes.
I slowly walked to my jeans, pulling them on.
I felt a wave of dizziness as I stood up straight, the whole fighting and fucking had really taken it out of me.
I leaned against the counter, the reality of everything rushing over me.
"Can we pretend this didn't happen" I sighed
"Well I still don't like you."
"Didn't seem like it a few moments ago" he shrugged
"Shut up. You were so desperate."
"Whatever. I just wanted to get laid"
"Whatever you say Michael"
"No. It's not that long of a walk"
"I am tired. Of you. And your dad. And this stupid restaraunt rivalry"
"It's so stupid. All because you're dad's a jerk!"
"Are we gonna fight again...or fuck?"
I sat down on the floor, leaning back against the wall.
He came to sit next to me.
"For being an asshole and destroying part of your restaraunt"
"I guess I was an asshole to you too. So.... I'm sorry..."
"I'll talk to my father. Try get him to reconsider joining restaraunts"
"Well why didn't you do anything"
"I can't exactly say no to my father"
"Just stop being a pussy. Stand up for yourself"
He gave me a side glance.
"I'm just saying" I shrugged
"You'd be cooler if you weren't such a dick"
"I wanted to be nice...."
"Maybe we could've been friends"
My head drooped slightly in tiredness.
"So... we got into a fist fight... then fucked?" I asked nervously
"Yeah... uhm... sorry for fighting you"
"I'm not. You made me reaaalllyyy angry"
He laughed lightly whilst I yawned.
"You sure you don't want me to drive you home?"
"Maybe.." I murmured, slightly tilting towards him.
He moved closer, allowing me to slightly lean on him.
"Maybe we can still be friends"
I looked at him, orange light from the doorway leading into the next room illuminating his face.
"Yeah. You aren't so bad"
"But one condition. You pay for the damage and delete the footage of us fighting"
"Yeah, you can go wait in the car whilst I close up."
I sat in his car, leaning my head against the window.
A few moments later Michael got into the drivers seat and started the car.
I told him my address and he began driving, moonlight filtering through the windows.
The radio was playing soft music as I turned to him, watching his focused expression.
We soon arrived outside my house.
He stopped the car and turned to me.
"Well today was... fun and.. interesting"
"Yeah" I leaned in and ruffled his hair
"Bye nerd, I'm still expecting that payment"
"You too" I smiled before exiting the car and walking inside.
