the office,the widower, and the intern (what do we want, when we do what we want)

Monday came quickly after Friday, although that could be contributed to sleeping most of the time or listening to the soundtrack for musicals, don't judge me, I've listened to hamilton like 97 times and watched La La Land more times than I'd like to admit.

so after walking into the building for my second week was something thing that I almost couldn't wait for, until I remember something, Frank was only just helping me out for the first week, I swear I felt my heart sink into my chest, but I kept walking blindly through the streets towards the building, mindlessly humming show tunes as I walk into the building and up the stairs to the office room.

'the smokescreen of a clouded restaurant.." I sing quietly as I walk over to the desk

I throw my bag on the desk roughly and open it up, rummaging around through the papers before hearing a voice

"do you make a habit out of bending over desks?" they ask, my head shoots up and I turn around on my heel.

Frank was standing behind me with a cheeky look on his face, myself not liking the joke as much as I could feel my face heat up and get red.

he laughed lightly, a large smile still plastered on his face as he bounced on his feet

"fuck you" I state, trying to regain my posture

"I'm sure you'd love too"

I stared back at him, what got into him, he was so nice before, why is he acting like a dick now

"why are you being such a douche?" I mutter as I turn back around to riffle through the papers again trying to find a few papers and markers.

the room goes silent, why am I the only person OTHER than frank that goes into work here, fuckin' artists.

"All I'm saying is, you seemed nice, which I don't know if that's like something that you aren't like and just use to get someone to take interest in you, but now you're acting like a dick, and I don't need those negative vibes" I ramble

I let the silence sink in for a second

"like it's not even the good kind of being a dick, like Sebastian at the start of La-La Land, it's just stupid like 20 something-year-old from the jersey shore"

I turn around after finding the papers and pencil case and putting them down on desk

He had left

I stared at the spot where he stood, I really liked him, he seemed so nice, but no, obviously something bigger than me, wants me to be alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time pass~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was near the end of the work day, he hadn't come back, he passed through the hall and went down the stairs and back up a few times but he didn't even look over.

I shove the papers into my bag my eyes catch on another drawing though, the character I had done on the first day or so, Fun Ghoul, I'd be hard to say I didn't draw inspiration from someone there at the time, so I left it, I left it there on the desk and walked out.

I walk out the building and back home, throwing my bag to the ground and falling face first into my bed, then my phone, THAT THING WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP, I throw a pillow at it

it keeps going loudly when it would stop it would only take a moment to start back up again.

I finally get up and walk over to the pillow, picking it u and grabbing my phone.

someone was calling, Frank was calling, I press the call button on the screen and putting to my ear with a harsh "What?"

"I...I don't know....w-whats going on" his voice was soft as he spoke though also weepy, he was crying

"what going on?" I ask, my tone softer but still serious

"S-sweetpea she won't get up...she-shes breathing but...she won't get up, I d-didn't know who to call"

"call a vet?"I say simply

"Gerard please, I don't know what's happening"

I sigh loudly into the receiver

' Where are you, I'll come get you, I know a guy" I say

he tells me what I can only guess is his address and I start to walk over

after the short walk to his apartment and ringing up he comes down, holding a small dog in his hands, his face red and tear stained as he muttered thank you's through the whole walk to the small veterinary clinic

I push open the door and walk over to the front desk "is Mikey here?"

"yeah, of course, would you like me to get him for you?"

"yes please" I nod

and after a few minutes waiting, he came out of the doors and walked around to me

"hey gee, what's up?" he asked smiling

"I need to cash in on a favor" I say

"what is it?"

"a-a friends dog won't get up, but its breathing"

"okay bring it back here" he said as Frank and I walk into the back room.

Notes

annnnnd cliff hanger, not cause I hate you but because I want to watch supernatural now