Loving the Loser (Shownu Short Story)
Au Note: With this one I wasn’t trying to make it seem like Shownu can’t defend himself or anything that I say he is in this short. It is purely for entertainment as are my other short stories. Enjoy!
Word Count: 1242
I don’t dislike him; however, we aren’t close enough for me to say that I’m fond of him. He’s not popular but he does have good looks, I’ll give him that. Not many people pay attention to him though, he’s more or less the “loser” of our workplace, the small book cafe/store. I’ve got a couple friends that work at the store with us and we do tend to have drinks together or meals together but no one extends the invitation to Shownu. It kind of makes me feel bad but then again I’m not sure if the loser would even accept the invite. He’s not a weird kind of loser, he’s more of the quiet, has never had a girlfriend, shy kind of loser; not that it’s a bad thing at all. The other girls that we work with say he is creepy because he never looks at them the way the customers do and he almost never speaks to them either. I however don’t believe that he is a creep, as I mentioned before he’s quiet and shy.
My perception of him changed when it was just the two of us working one day as everyone else was away or sick. It was a cold day in the winter, it wasn’t snowing but it was windy making the cold feel ten times worse. People were coming into the store seeking refuge from the cold, unfortunately for customers and ourselves our store didn’t have any heating but we did have a coffee machine. We were selling more coffees than books which was not entirely bad but it wasn’t exactly good for the book side of things. Our boss will have a fit when she finds out that next to no books were sold today. It became unusually quiet during lunch hours and increasingly started to become awkward between us so I was surprised when Shownu spoke up first.
‘Can I make you a warm drink? That sweater doesn’t look like its keeping you as warm as you should be…’ I smiled at him from across the counter where I was currently sat on one of the bar stools. I half expected him to stutter and flush a crimson colour but he was calm and collected. I guess the words of the other staff are tainting my views on him. I decided to make a comment about him speaking to me, he has such a nice soothing voice but he rarely uses it.
‘You know, I was starting to think you were mute. You’ve never even muttered a word to me before; I just assumed you didn’t talk at all, regardless of what everyone else said.’ He chuckled as he turned around and placed a mug of hot cocoa in front of me. Coming around the counter with another mug of cocoa he sat in the stool beside me but said nothing. Great, we’re back to being mute again, trying to make conversation again, I mentioned how he must be freezing with the thin sweater he had on. It was very thin, and although it accentuated his muscles, it can’t be very warm.
‘You must be freezing, I mean all you’ve got on is that thin cardigan thing whereas I’m sitting here is a freaking parka looking sweater and I feel like I’m in Antarctica!’ Again he chuckled and turned to face me.
‘That sweater is hardly a parka, I see tourists walking around wearing so many layers that they actually waddle. It looks almost as if they have every single article of clothing that they brought with them on!’ I had to agree, I have also seen tourists that looked like they were suffering but it’s not as cold here as it is in the arctic they should be grateful that they are here rather than there. We kept up small talk until a group of customers came in; they looked around for a little bit, grabbed a book or two between the six of them and wandered over to the cafe counter. Whereas I was on my break but didn’t want to leave Shownu alone of the shop floor I stayed at my spot on the bar stools ready to help out if I’m needed. It looked as if the group were going to order many drinks so I was ready to jump up to help the loser make them but what they had said to Shownu was not a drink order at all.
‘Hey, you nobody! We saw you chatting up this pretty thing a few minutes ago and just wanted to say that you have no chance whatsoever with her. She is way out of your league.’ That is so uncalled for, however Shownu didn’t react to their words and seemed to smile at them; maybe it was a grimace yet he said nothing. I couldn’t sit there and let them treat him this way even if he was chatting me up it’s not their business if he has a chance with me or not; which he totally does now that I have been getting to know him more.
‘That is none of your business whether I am out of his league or if he has no chance with me. How would you feel if I told you we were together? You’d feel pretty crappy wouldn’t you?’ I could see Shownu shaking his head trying to get me to stop talking but I wasn’t going to let them get away with treating people this way.
‘Do me a favour and either buy something and leave without trouble or put down the merchandise, stop harassing the employees and get out of here.’ Shownu was now biting his lip trying to hold in his laughter and by trying I mean desperately trying. I found it hard to concentrate when he was standing there looking like that, come on (Y/N) focus. The group has now directed their attention to me and seemed pretty surprised that I had said something to them.
‘Who are you to stand up for him? He’s not worth your time and attention sweetheart focus on people like us, we’re better for your image.’ They want me to focus on them? Yeah right. I’m starting to like Shownu as a man rather than just a colleague why should I focus on them?
‘Focus on guys like you? The bad boys who have some sort of drama with every person they meet? Yeah, no thanks I prefer guys like him. Shy honest and kind. Thanks for the offer though! Now get out.’ They were yet again taken aback by my words but dropped the books they had onto the counter and left without another word but various glares at both Shownu and I.
‘Do you really prefer guys like me?’ His question was so quiet and I felt like I almost didn’t hear him. I smiled at him, uttered an “of course” and put my apron back on deciding to finish my break. I went back around the counter to stand beside his much taller frame, he’s tall and very handsome and his personality makes up for the shyness and his quiet tendencies.
In all honesty I would say that he is quite simply a perfect spouse considering all of his traits. I never would have thought it but I guess having developed a crush on him you could say I am starting to love the loser after all.