Cubicles

{Chapter Two}

Frank

"Where do you want the box of random office supplies?" Bob asked, holding a small box of random office supplies.

"Uhh," I thought aloud, "how about just set it on the desk for now"

"You're telling me that for every box I pick up" Bob stated, as I turned around to see that it was true.

"Well, the next one will be somewhere else!" I smiled innocently as I heard Gerard laughing to my comment. Bob sighed as he turned around to get my last few boxes downstairs. Only if they had a dolly.

"What?" I frowned.

"Nothing, I just thought I heard you say that two boxes ago" Gerard smiled at me, looking up at me from what his task was. He was just finding a place for the things in the boxes to go, and I was doing the same. Bob was just grabbing the boxes from my car, three floors down.

"Bob said I didn't have very many boxes left" I changed the subject.

"He said you had like two more, dude, we don't need them to be over-decorated" Gerard chuckled.

"Hey! most of these boxes had big things in them, like one was for my keyboard and computer, another was for the cords and shit, then I have my paper shredder, and my small box of copy paper because Brian told me you guys chew up the paper lightning speed...I only got the necessary requirements" I defended myself.

"Necessary requirements" Gerard mimicked me, using air-quotes in the process.

"Brian told me what I needed!" I complained.

"And you listened?" Gerard scoffed, trying to put staples in the stapler.

"Like I knew anything about the asshole!" I whined.

Gerard looked up from the stapler, looking past me and then back at me, smiling devilishly. I turned around, confused at what he was smiling at.

"You called?" Brian smiled, his head peeking in as he knocked twice on the wall of the cubicle. Shit. I looked over to Gerard, seeing him trying not to laugh, but instead he was just silently laughing his happy ass off.

"I'm s-sorry I didn't actually m-mean that" I stuttered out, ignoring Gerard's laughter in the background.

"No it's fine, that tends to be my nickname around here anyways" Brian kept smiling, creeping me out. He obviously was a tad bit angry to say the least.

"Oh!" Gerard laughed, trying to catch his breath, "Oh My God! that was..."

"I really am so-"
"Ahhahahah! you were like, and then...oh my god, most hilarious thing ever" Gerard cut me off with his continuos laughter, having to take in a deep breath to say that.

"Gerard!" I complained, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Sorry, man, I just..yeah, you know" Gerard wiped away his tears from laughing too much as he smiled over at Brian.

"Sorry," I apologized again, hanging my head low towards the ground, comparing Brian and I's shoes. His were very business-like, while mine were just black, beat-up converse pulled out of my closet since I was in a rush this morning to get to my first day of work.

"No, I don't mind but next time I will fire you" Brian fabricated a smile as his eyes flashed with pure anger. So much for trying to have a good impression with my manager.

"He should do that again because you are an asshole, Brian" Gerard said, pulling a cherubic smile. what was he doing?! he was going to get himself fired, although that comment was made for me.

"Gerard, just because I can't fire you, doesn't mean I'm going to put up with your nasty remarks. Insult me again and I'm going to hire another graphic designer for you to fight with" Brian threatened. Why can't Gerard get fired? Brian looked about the same age as him, he wasn't his dad.

"No!" Gerard said, the most horrified expression spreading across his face like a wildfire. "You- no- don't- please!"

"Am I an asshole?" Brian asked. Gerard glanced over to me, smiling, and I was doing the same as we both knew the answer to the question but we didn't want to say it.

"Gerard! look what you're doing to the young man! you're a bad influence, you know that?" Brian sighed, knowing that he shouldn't of asked that question. "I asked Bob to help him, not you. And that was because I knew something like this would happen"

"Frank asked me to help" Gerard said, looking over to me.

Gerard! I know that was true, but I'm not doing a very good job with first impressions and he's not helping me out here. I probably blushed about fifty shades of red, but thanks to Bob returning with my last two boxes in his hand, my embarrassment didn't last for long.

"Bob!" I said over-enthusiastically, "here's Bob! back with my last two boxes. Brian, I think we have some unpacking to do"

Brian did that fake smile thing he tended to alot, as he walked out of the cubicle, probably going to find some other employee to mess with. Bob looked at me weirdly for a few seconds, but I think he realized why I did that. Gerard set my computer on the table gently, then turned around walking towards the "doorway" of the cubicle.

"Hey! where are you going?" I asked Gerard, grabbing his arm. Damn, that boy had some muscle for looking the way he did. Not that he looked bad, just not the type of person to be expected to have muscles like that.

"My coffee is waiting for me" Gerard said like he was from the Elizabethan Era, as I let go of his arm.

I was about to ask who made it for him, but Bob must've knew my question, because he answered it before I said anything. "Ray Toro, who sits a row and two cubicles over, makes it for him before the coffee machine zombies get there"

"Oh, cool" I said, looking around the office before I froze. I'm pretty sure my heart was included in that.

"Frank...?" Bob asked me, seeing what had occurred.

"Who's that girl over there?" I asked dreamily.

"Ooh, that's Jamia! she's single, you have a good chance" Bob smiled at me.

Jamia had dyed black hair, light brown eyes, she looked around the same size as me, -hard to find a girl that tall when your as short as me- she was beautiful.

"Do you think she'd talk to me?" I asked hopefully.

"She's really friendly" Bob complimented as I grimaced at the question. "Not like that!"

I laughed nervously as I noticed Jamia look me in the eyes. She must have caught me staring. Shit. "she's coming over here!"

Bob look over to Jamia's direction, seeing her walk over in our direction. "You shouldn't of stared"

"Like I knew that she would catch me! I'm usually really good at being secretive!" I said, slightly panicking.

"Says the one with tattoos up and down his arm" Bob remarked.

"Assholes!" I heard Gerard smiled at us, returning with his coffee. He must've knew we were talking about something other then a casual conversation as he then asked, "what?"

"Frank has a crush on Jamia!" Bob laughed, Jamia getting closer to the cubicle.

"Shut up! she's coming!" I exclaimed, hitting Bob on the shoulder. "Don't say a word."

"Promise" Bob smiled as Jamia reached the cubicle.

"Hello, you must be Frank!" Jamia greeted me, shaking my hand.

"Yeah, Bob told me you were Jamia" I said, forgetting the only reason she was over here was because I was staring at her.

"Well Bob was correct" Jamia replied, "excited to have your very own cubicle?"

"Haha, I'm like a little kid in a candy shop!" I laughed.

"Well, besides Brian, we don't have very many grouches here" Jamia said, looking around the unfinished cubicle.

"Well, there should only be one. And I'm guessing the angel at the company is you?" I flirted, seeing Jamia's face go crimson.

"I'm no angel! just another employee!" Jamia tried to defend the compliment.

"I beg to differ" I smiled as Jamia chuckled.

"You sure know how to keep a conversation rolling; make a girl's heart flutter" Jamia said. Bingo. Got her right where I wanted her.

"Well, maybe we could get to know each other a little better after work over a nice dinner" I asked indirectly.

"That'd be nice, haven't gone out in a while" Jamia agreed.

"What time shall I pick you up?" I asked excitingly.

"Seven" Jamia answered. We then exchanged our numbers, so she could text me her address later for tonight. Looks like I've got myself a date! I have been told I was a natural when it came to stuff like that.

"Bye!" I waved as she retuned the gesture and leaving.

"Smooth, man" Bob laughed, "that was fast"

It was a little fast, I will admit.

"I've got to go back to work" Gerard said, staring at his empty cup of coffee.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

Gerard looked away, then exchanged a glance with Bob.

"Oh! Gerard! didn't you have a meeting with the company's representatives about the website?" Bob asked, I couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a lie or not.

Gerard didn't say anything but nodded as he accidentally bumped into me walking away. Once he was out of earshot, I looked over to Bob. "did I say something?"

"No," Bob replied, obviously not wanting to say anything.

"Did he like Jamia?" I guessed.

"No! trust me, he doesn't, it's just...nothing you have to worry about" Bob said.

"Okay" I ended the subject, not wanting to make any enemies with the employees on my first day.

We then continued casual conversation as we set up the rest of my cubicle.

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