“I just can’t grant you the time off over Christmas.” My manager sighed, like
he felt badly about it.
And I knew full well the bastard did not feel
bad about it. How could he? It was his fucking decision whether I got the
holidays or not. How could he possibly feel badly about it when it was his
decision to say no?
My god. I know it’s a fucking cliché, but I hated that man.
“Well, yes you can.” I pointed out. “I haven’t used my holidays yet, and I’ve
earnt them. I’ve literally worked for those holidays, and I can take them when
I want. All you need is two weeks’ notice, and I’ve given you a month, so you
can absolutely grant me the holidays.”
Here is a preview of the Bad News Bears inspired Stranger Things fanfic I’ve been threatening you all with. (New followers, I’m sorry. I do a lot of Twin Peaks trash but my heart belong to Stranger Things)
“Your parties always get busted. I don’t know why you even try anymore,” Nancy Wheeler sighed before taking a sip from a can of Diet Coke. There were murmurs of agreement from every person at the table, barely audibly above the din in the Hawkins High School cafeteria.
Her lunch table was a bit of a motley crew nowadays. Tommy and Carol had drifted away from Harrington after the cinema incident almost two years ago, and had been replaced by Lucas Sinclair’s older sister Sasha and her boyfriend, Freddy. Also Jonathan Byers. All of them, save for Nancy were members of Jonathan’s newly formed Elvis Costello cover band, This Year’s Model.
A/N- Okay this is the last part until after the weekend because im going away! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT! THANK YOU @lilred91 ! We are coming up with more ideas for this series! We are planning on making it last as long as we can!
For @20thcenturyvole ‘s prompt: “
Tim meets Sasha’s boyfriend and there is nothing strange or suspicious about them at all (that he remembers).”
It veered off that a bit, but close enough, I think. Because it’s me, there’s a bit of implied sexual activity and some (mild) drug use. Ethical polyamory, though, because I refuse to believe Tim’s as callous with his partners as Jonathan seems to think.
Was there another title in world football that could bring pressure to a young player? Unlikely. And right now Marco Asensio was experiencing that weight on his shoulders. Scoring in all his debuts, the Spanish media had quickly hyped him up and he was experiencing coverage that he had never experienced before.
He was no longer the quiet boy from the academy that joined in with the first teams training sessions whenever Zidane requested his presence. He was now a regular occurrence in first team training and was integrating into the squad, much to Zidane’s pleasure. Real were known for buying the best talent the world had to offer, hence the name Galacticos, but for once it was nice to have one of their academy products on show for the world to see. Quickly Marco had caught on that Zidane cares a lot of technical ability and not for the name on the back of the shirt, which worked to his advantage. He spent hours after training working on his touch, little flicks and skills and basic things like dropping the shoulder.
All the work Marco was putting in on the pitch meant he spent less and less time with his family and friends, particularly his best friend Hugo Ismata. Marco spent a lot of time at Hugo’s, not solely because he enjoyed his company, because he had a ‘thing’ with Hugo’s sister. Any fool could catch on to the little smiles and dove eyed looks they sent each other’s way but nothing was official. As a result of nothing being official Hugo had resorted to giving his best friend the tender name of ‘fuckboy’. Of course, Marco was not a fuckboy and he cared very deeply for Sasha but he didn’t feel like he could handle a relationship.
Sasha was a waitress in their family restaurant, spending her days carrying unnecessarily huge dishes of Paella and assorted other dishes around the restaurant. She did attend the University of Madrid, majoring in politics and minoring in psychology. It was obvious for anyone to see that Sasha had bigger ambitions than working in the family business. That was apparent when she did her uni work at the bar on her breaks and gave her opinion on the ongoing presidential election going on in America whenever that hijo de puta Donald Trump was on TV.
Instead of joining his teammates for the post game meal Marco decided to excuse himself and drop round to the Ismata family restaurant as an excuse to see Sasha. He paid his cab driver and tipped him generously as he had done nothing but be complementary as soon as Marco stepped into the cab. The Ismata family restaurant was right along the beach and was mostly quiet other than a few men drinking beer. They recognised Marco and drunkly complimented his performance and allowed him to continue his journey to the bar where he knew Sasha would be slaving away over her homework or watching something to do with politics.
Of course he was right, she was sitting at the bar in one of Hugo’s (or was it his?) jumpers and some old Real shorts and was intently watching TV. Although it wasn’t what he expected her to be watching, instead of the TV being on the news channel, it was on the sports channel where they were discussing Real’s dominance at the top of La Liga.
A smile spread across his face as he sauntered up behind her and kissed her cheek from behind.
“Hola.” Marco said as he sat on the bar stool next to her. She smiled.
“Hola amor.” She spoke, kissing his cheek in return. Before he could reply Hugo breezed through the restaurant, obviously on his way out for a night out.
“Hola and adios fuckboy!” He yelled, giving the pair a jaunty wave as he disappeared down the beach front. Marco groaned and rested his head in his hands.
“He doesn’t actually think you’re a fuckboy. He’s just being a little puta.” Sasha tried to comfort him. Both of them knew it was a joke but it did annoy Marco. He cared about Sasha and because he cared about Sasha he didn’t want her to have a boyfriend who couldn’t fully fulfill the role of being a boyfriend.
“I know babe. Anyway, forget about him. How’ve you been?” He said, moving his head out his hand and placing a hand on her thigh and squeezing it affectionately.
“I’m good. Uni and working here,” She gestured to the restaurant they were situated in, “has been keeping me busy while you’re out being a wonder boy.” She winked and he laughed.
“I’m no wonder boy.” He waved off the title and her phone vibrated. She picked it up and signed, immediately pocketing it. “Something bothering you chicka?”
“There’s this guy who’s in my psychology class called Mikel and he keeps asking me out. At first I was just using excuses that I had work but he won’t believe them anymore. He asked me if I was single and I said I was and now he sees no reason for me to go out with him.” She explained. Marco knew this was coming. An attractive girl like Sasha was bound to have a million guys after her but he was the lucky one, the one who got her attention. He couldn’t tell her not to date him because she wasn’t his girlfriend. He sighed. Sasha picked up on his sign and rubbed his arm. “I said I had my eye on someone. Don’t worry Marco. We may not be official but my heart still belongs to you.”
“It’s not fair on you Sash. As happy as that makes me that you only want me, I can’t be the boyfriend you deserve.” Marco shook his head, disappointed in himself.
“Not fair on me? C'mon Marco. We talk on the phone every night, you text or Snapchat me constantly. Hell, you even came to see me just now. I’d say that’s a lot more than most girls boyfriends do.” Sasha tried to explain but she knew it was no use. She knew Marco had made his mind up about being official with someone.
“I wouldn’t blame you. Y'know, if you decided you didn’t want to be with me. Right person, wrong time and all that.”
“Oh can it you idiot. You’re who I want, whether you’re my boyfriend or just the guy who makes me happy. A label makes no difference to me.”
“How did I get so lucky?” Marco said and Sasha beamed. He pulled her onto his lap and held her close.
“I promise one day, soon, I’ll stop being a pussy and man up and call you my girlfriend.”
“Please, you’ll always be a little boy to me. Wonder man doesn’t sound as good as wonder boy.”