Warnings: Other than this is kinda short, none
A/N: Okay so I’m worried that this is going to be boring but it’s just part one! Part two will be more interesting, I promise, this is just the set up for that.
-R
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Davey looked up from his bag of papers, his heart skipping a beat when he saw you standing in front of him. He sold papers on the weekends while his father was still getting back on his feet with his new job (he wanted to sell during the week as well, but his parents insisted he go back to school). Every Saturday and Sunday you would come buy a paper from him, and every Saturday and Sunday he swore you looked more and more beautiful than the last time he saw you.
“Good morning,” he answered, “here to buy your pape?”
You nodded, “and to see you, of course.”
Davey tried (and failed) to keep the pink from dusting his cheeks. He handed you your paper with a nervous smile, exchanging it for the money you held out for him. He cursed himself in his mind when your fingers grazed his hand and his heart sped up. He wished so badly that you didn’t drive him so crazy, maybe then he could work up the courage to ask you out. Though, he wouldn’t be surprised if you said no.
“How’s selling today?” you asked, tucking your paper underneath your arm.
“Not too bad,” Davey answered, “the headline isn’t very interesting, but it’s got a lot of wiggle room to make it seem like something it’s not.”
“So it’s easy to stretch the truth about it?”
Davey smiled, “we don’t like calling it stretching the truth, we prefer ‘enhancing what’s already there.’”
“I guess that does sound a lot better,” you giggled. “I have to get back home, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck with the rest of your papers!”
“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye Davey,” you said, gracing him with one last angelic smile.
“Bye,” he repeated softly, watching you leave until you rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Even after you were gone he couldn’t help but stare where you’d been just moments before, sighing to himself.
“Bye Davey,” he heard a familiar voice mock, “I’ll see you tomorrow my sweet prince!”
“Knock it off, Race,” he grumbled. The blonde boy slung his arm around Davey’s shoulder, pulling him tight into his side and ruffling his hair.
“Our little Davey, growin’ up and gettin’ all the honeys!” He exclaimed.
Davey swatted him away, smoothing down his hair and straightening out his vest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please,” Albert said. Where did he even come from? “We’s all know that little friend o’ yours is sweet on ya, there’s no use denyin’.”
Davey’s face heated up in embarrassment.
“(Y/N) is not sweet on me,” he insisted, avoiding eye contact.
“Who’s sweet on Davey?” Jack asked, joining the small group of boys.
“Nobody,” he said quickly.
“(Y/N),” Race said, ignoring the annoyed look Davey gave him.
“Ohhh, yeah they’s sweet on you alright,” Jack said.
“Why, because they make small talk with me when they buy their papers and not with you guys?” Davey asked, a little fed up with his friends at this point.
“No, because they only ever seem to want to buy a pape when you’s the one sellin’ ‘em,” Jack smirked.
Davey’s face scrunched up in confusion, “What?”
“Well geez Dave,” Race said, “you really haven’t noticed?”
“They don’t buy papes from anyone during the week, only from you on the weekends,” Albert explained.
“Well-” he tried to come up with an explanation, anything besides you liking him, but he couldn’t. It’s not that he didn’t want it to be true, not at all, he just didn’t believe that someone like you would be ‘sweet on him,’ as his friends put it. His cheeks tinged a light shade of pink, “you really think so?”
“I KNEW YOU’S LIKED THEM TOO,” Race shouted, “Oh, this is great, we can finally get you’s two together and-”
“No!” Davey exclaimed. “I don’t want any of you, especially you,” he pointed at Race who in return gave him a mock-hurt look, his hand on his chest while Albert “comforted” him, “to play matchmaker and mess this up for me.”
“David,” Jack said, placing a hand on Davey’s shoulder while the other stayed behind his back, “you have my word that we will not meddle in your love life and play matchmaker.”
Davey visibly relaxed, “alright. I have to finish selling and go find Les, I’ll see you guys later.”
The three boys called out their goodbyes as their friend left, Albert and Race turning to Jack as soon as Davey was out of earshot.
“Jack,” Albert said cautiously, “are we really not going to meddle in Davey’s love life?” Race nodded, just as confused as Albert was. Normally they showed no mercy when it came to one of their own liking somebody. Why was this time different?
Jack smirked, then pulled his hand out from behind his back, revealing his crossed fingers. Race and Albert both grinned wickedly as they all started walking back to the lodge, coming up with ways to get you and Davey together.
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