Six Skeletons and The Waitress

24. Little Shell

You pursed your lips. You still haven't forgiven Stretch for his actions on you, but you were more than willing to establish a friendship and slowly climb up to forgiving him. He had apologized three times, each time were on the verge of tears and sorrow—and you knew he literally meant everything.

Yet here you were, avoiding him because you called him a 'hotass teacher' that one time.

The first few hours of work was mild. A few stragglers would come for the alcohol-portion of the shop and you'd direct them to the side entrance. They left in a blushy mess and apologized profusely.

It was until an hour to the end of your shift when Stretch made his appearance. Orange hoody, beige cargo pants and a sucker in between his teeth, although it dropped out of his mouth and shattered on the floor when he stared with his mouth open.

"Uh..." words died in your mouth while serving a mother and her two children. (One was an adopted monster kid.) Quickly shaking your head, you tended to the three and gave them their change back and they left satisfied despite your little slip up.

"w-what would you like, sir?" You said a bit too loud, causing the patrons to look over their table/shoulders to you. Embarrassed, you lowered your head and laughed nervously.

"Sir?" Stretch repeated, picking up the broken sucker and tossed them into his mouth as he chewed. "5 second rule." He said when he caught your disgusted look.

Leaning over the counter, he took out fake glasses from his hoody pocket, a large nose and moustache was connected to the bridge. "As your teacher, I appreciate your formality."

You choked on your own saliva, taking a step back and a pinkish colour dusted over your nose and cheeks. Eyes wide in disbelief as Stretch pushed the glasses up, fingers holding onto the ends to keep it from falling.

The corners of his teeth perked upwards into an amused grin, the bags under his sockets seem to brighten at your reaction as he sighed.

"Of course, I haven't forgotten about your insubordination," he dropped his voice a few octaves lower and leaned in closer. "Should I..write you a detention slip?"

"Oh. My. God.." You whispered, covering your face and shook lightly. Soft giggled came from you as you lowered your hand and looked at him.

"The usual?"

"Yep." He said, pocketing his fake glasses. You reached from underneath and counter and popped in the total on the cash register. Hearing Stretch chuckle and take out the amount needed, he dropped it in your outstretched hand and gently plucked the honey bottle from your hand.

"So, whatcha been up to lately?" He said, popping off the cap and took a long sip. Soft orange eye lights on you. "Yenno, ever since you ghosted us."

"I didn't ghost you guys." You said quickly to your defence. Eyebrows slowly knitting together. "I was.. just embarrassed."

"Huh-uh. That video of you on Halloween was nice to see, though." He spoke with tease. "I didn't know you can do that with your legs. Maybe you should demonstrate it sometime."

"Oh MY GOD." You squealed, covering the ever growing blush on your face as Stretch snickered to your embarrassment. "Stretch, no."

"Stretch, yes." He snickered much to your obvious dismay. "The part where you twirled and posed? Nice. Also, when you used candy corn for sharp teeth? Sweet." He shook his honey bottle to prove where his pun came from. You rolled your eyes behind your fingers and sighed deeply.

"Who even eats candy corn these days." You mutter, trying to direct the conversation out of your (apparently) Halloween costume.

"You."