always attract [damien*]

[SILAS EVAN MCALLISTER]

I'M THE NEW CANCER

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as usual, it was a blistering hot temperature in the sunshine state. in the early afternoon, one boy clearly stood out amongst the clusters of college and high school students littering the many sidewalks, all clad in bathing suits and with surfboards in tow. one of the local ‘skater freaks’, however, was dressed in the same attire as every other season of the year – a light gray tank top paired with obscenely tight black skinny jeans. his vans were scuffed up and covered in splotched of dirt. they were starting to come untied as he skillfully skirted through and around groups of people on his skateboard, but he didn’t bother to stop. he was almost to his destination, anyway.

after rounding another street corner, the black-haired boy screeched to a halt, kicking his skateboard up into his hand. with his other hand, he pulled off his red-and-black snapback and ran his fingers through his wavy hair before setting it back atop his head. licking his dry lips, the twenty-two year old made his way to door of the Subway sandwich shop, pushing open the door and hearing a chime sound overhead. not caring that it was a public establishment, he leant his skateboard up against the wall next to the front door, scanning the room simultaneously and seeing people giving him annoyed looks. shrugging his shoulders, silas dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans and strolled over to the counter, passing up the three tittering girls in line. one was making oogly eyes at him, the other two scoffing under their breath and hissing insults back and forth. silas cast the prettiest one his usual smirk before turning back to the countertop and resting his elbows on it.

“heyoo,” he called out, louder than necessary to get the attention of the employee. he glanced up at the menu board even though he already knew what he was going to get. “i want a toasted sandwich with all the fixings – including mayonnaise, but don’t give me that nasty sloppy shit like you did last night. oh, and gimme sausage if you have that, too – i know it’s your favorite too, no need to remind me.” he coughed extra loudly, to ensure he’d gathered the attention of absolutely everyone in the establishment. the ever-present smirk had returned to his face, and his blue eyes glanced down to look at the employee behind the counter. he winked.

“oh, and if you could, could you make the sandwich with your left hand? i don’t trust-“ –a quick glance at damien’s hands– “-what you do with your right hand. speaking from experience, of course.” after he’d finished speaking, the older boy stood back up straight and backed away from the counter, making an exaggerated gesture for the three girls to take their spots back in line.

it was one of those usual days in miami, florida, indeed – one where it was way too hot outside, one where silas attracted attention from the disgusted locals.. and, of course, one where silas went out of his way to put his friend through as much humiliation as possible in a short amount of time.

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SORRY THIS SUCKS ILY

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[damien stuart holmes]

damien didn't even glance up when the bell above the door chimed to announce the arrival of another customer. by now, he was long past enthusiastically greeting customers or trying to converse with them any further than taking their order. working in a food place which attracts quite possibly every asshole to exist ever for two months does that to you - hell, working in a subway for a week would probably do that to you. it was bizarre, how almost every other customer was an utter moronic douchebag, but the sandwich shops had become recognised for such a phenomenon internationally.

the twenty two year old didn't actually even react to it until he felt the presence of the new customer in front of him. a line jumper? great, just what he needed right now. it was nearing the end of his shift and he was really too drained to tell whoever this guy was off. before he could even make a feeble attempt at telling him, "sir, the end of the line is over there", the guy began talking, very loudly. instantly recognising the voice, damien finally clicked on as to who was disrupting the fast food place and trying to embarrass the hell out of the deli clerk.

he finally looked up to confirm his thoughts and, sure enough, there stood his heavily tattooed friend, smirking at him as he continued to try to humiliate damien in front of all the people in the restaurant. god dammit, he should've known. silas did this embarrassment thing on a pretty regular basis, although damien had to give it to him, the remarks were pretty inventive and well suited to their environment. the sophomore knew by now that trying to stop him would just elevate the situation. he waited for him to finish, cheeks burning redder and redder as the fellow university student continued with his overly loud order. it was the same as always, embarrassment with a side order of humiliation, and an extra helping of i'm-so-getting-you-fired-one-day.

damien was just about to tell silas to get to the end of the line properly this time, but just before he opened his mouth, the older man backed off and took his correct place in the queue. the employee took the other girls' orders as nonchalantly as he could after his friend's... speech, his face still flaming scarlet. as he handed them their change, he glanced over at the clock - yes! end of his shift! - and then slowly turned his gaze towards silas. god damn, now was one of the times damien wished he wasn't a soft hearted computer geek. he wished he could think of something witty and snappy to use as a comeback against his friend, but his mind stayed blank and chagrined. silas always had been the funnier of the two, after all.

still, duty called. the university student began to prepare his friend's sandwich, taking extra care to specifically use his right hand. the twenty two year old shoved the meal less than carefully into a takeaway bag - no way in hell was he letting silas stay here any longer than he had to. while he waited for the older student to pay up, he turned around to wash his hands and officially finish his shift. damien then came around to the front of the counter, rolling his eyes at his friend. "alright, now you're done endangering my job, can we go elsewhere?" he whisper-hissed, nodding towards the door.

THIS IS 584 WORDS OF SUCK i will edit in a template when it's not 2am