#superstore garrett x reader

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"It's sweet." You replied taking another sip of the strawberry smoothie that Jonah had brought up to the break room with him from the stores café. "Very sweet. I like the strawberry though."

"You think?" Jonah asked, knocking the bottle closer to him before bringing it to his lips and taking one long sip. "I think I should've got mango."

Letting out a giggle, you brought your hand up to cover your mouth, pink dusting the apples of your cheeks at you laughed at Jonah's statement. Taking in a deep breath, you picking at the skin of your nails, turning back to look at Jonah.

"There's always tomorrow, J." Jonah let a sweet smile curl onto his lips, scratching at the bottles cap with his nails.

"Yeah but you won't be here tomorrow to try it. It's the best part of buying smoothies." How sweet. Too sweet, almost, the compliment forcing your flushed face to stay pink, now burning hot as well.

"Share it with Garrett, I'm sure he'd love to try." You joked, picking up your sandwich and biting into it, finally getting around to eating your lunch now that you'd tried Jonah's drink.

It had become an odd little routine between the two of you: Jonah would buy a new drink from the café once or twice a week and let you have the first sip, then you'd come to your verdict and debate about its rating. Though it seemed like a fun little game to you - an attempt to work his way through the drinks menu of the store - it couldn't have been further from the truth.

Sure, Jonah enjoyed trying different and new things all the time, but it was mostly a way to make sure he got to spend time with you. Cloud 9 could be more then chaotic, but this bi-weekly shared lunch break was a guarantee that he could spend time with you and hopefully - if Jonah had any day in things - help win you over.

It was no secret Jonah had a crush on you - amongst other people in the store - and though it seemed apparent to everyone else, it appeared as though you never caught onto the brunettes feelings.

"I'm sure you're right about that." Jonah mused, taking another large sip of the smoothie.

"When am I not?" You asked, taking another bite of your lunch as you watched Jonah: his hands picking at the label on the bottle and pulling the plastic material away from where it had been stuck down.

"Very true." He replied, a warm smile forming on his face as his eyes flickered between you and the now empty smoothie that spun between his fingers.

"What time do you get off today?" Jonah asked, his eyebrows creasing in thought as he spoke, continuing to fiddle with the empty bottle.

"Ugh, at 6. I was meant to finish at 4 but Amy asked me to stay till Cheyenne's shift finished too. Don't think she wanted her to man the jewellery counter alone." Though you loved Cheyenne, and would walk to the ends of the earth for her if she asked, you didn't love the idea of being kept behind at work for 2 hours longer then necessary. Not even for Cheyenne's sake.

"Ah! Me too. Hopefully I'll catch you before the days over then?" Jonah hesitantly asked, rising from his chair and tucking it back under the table as his lunch break had all-too-soon come to an end.

"Hopefully." You agreed, taking another bite of your sandwich as Jonah walked away from you, watching as he pushed the bottle into the bin before turning and giving you a final wave goodbye as he left the break room.

Slouching slightly in your seat, you picked at your food, feeling slightly alone at the realisation that you'd probably have to spend the rest of your lunch break alone now that Jonah had gone. Taking the last bite of your sandwich, you wiped your hands against your jeans then grabbed your water bottle, attempting to loosen the lid and drink its content.

"Need some help?" Marcus asked, sliding into the seat to the left of you and gently taking the bottle from you hand. Opening it with ease, he placed the bottle cap into the palm of your hand, bringing the now open bottle to your lips and urging you to take a sip.

Letting the cool liquid slide down your throat, you pulled away from the bottle, pulling it away from Marcus's larger hands and placing it gently in the table between you. Picking up the bottle cap, you loosely screwed it back onto the bottle, hoping nothing would slosh out of it.

"Thank you, Marcus." You mused, a sweet smile curling onto your lips as you tilted your head upwards slightly to look at the other brunette in your life.

Marcus had an odd tendency to always be there when you needed help: though you were previously certain that he'd never eaten lunch at this time, he'd appeared, strong hands and lunch box in tow.

"It's never an issue y/n, not for you." Marcus assured, giving you a gentle smile as he picked up the fork in his cup noodle, twirling it around the noodles and scooping some into his mouth. "So, tell me, why's someone so gorgeous is sat by themselves, huh?"

"Well, Jonah was here, but his lunch break was over and he'd already tried dragging it out. 'think Dina was on his case." You explained, prodding at your sandwich before taking another bite. "'s a good thing your here though."

"Oh yeah?" Marcus asked, stirring his noodles around the cup as he avoided your eyes.

"Yeah." You mused, a laugh bubbling past your lips as Marcus finally met your gaze, a wide smile forming on each of your faces.

Marcus was cute, you wouldn't deny that; even if someone were to outright ask you. He always seemed to be right where you needed him, an offer to help and a sickly sweet smile accompanying it: this time, lunch in hand as well. Though you'd never told him outright, you enjoyed his company and looked forward to the brief exchanges you shared during your overlapping shifts.

It didn't hurt that he always seemed to come out with the most hilarious things also.

Few people paid attention to Marcus, mainly his warehouse crew who looked up to him as a leader, so it wasn't widely know that Marcus had developed a little crush on you. However, those who did have the privy of knowing such information about Marcus's private life, knew it all too well. If the topic of you came up, it was hard to get Marcus to stop gushing about how sweet or genuine you were.

"I missed you, y'know." You admitted after swallowing the last of your sandwich, peeling open your packet of grapes and popping one into your mouth. "Haven't seen you around in a while."

"I missed you too. 'M sorry about that, my shifts got changed around." Marcus sheepishly looked down into his noodles, swirling them around his fork before bringing it to his lips.

"Don't apologise." You insisted, popping another grape into your mouth. "It's good they get changed around. Who would've save me from dehydration?"

"You got me there." Marcus smiled, his face turning slightly redder at what you assumed was from the heat of his food, but was in fact your compliment: the tiniest display of gratitude making Marcus a blushing mess.

"Want a grape?" You asked holding the tub out to him, and pulling it back into yourself as he shook his head. "More for me- shit."

Scrambling to pick up all your rubbish, you quickly pushed back from the table, emptying it into the garbage before returning to the table for your water and leftover grapes. "I need to get back out there, but I'll see you around, okay?"

Marcus didn't get the chance to respond, you rushing out of the break room and away from his before he could give you an answer. You'd been gone mere moments, but Marcus already missed the warmth and light you brought into the break room, his shoulders slouching as he returned to his food.

Rushing through the corridors of the back of the store, you quickly reached the store floor, rushing over to the customer service desk where Garrett was waiting for you with a frown on his face.

"I'm late, I know, I'm sorry." Hunching over slightly, you rested your hands on your knees as you caught your breath after running the length of the store in what felt like a matter of seconds. Tilting your head up, your eyes met Garrett's through your lashes, pleading with him to not be mad at you.

Garrett's frown quickly dissipated into a smile, a laugh bubbling past his lips as he look at you, relief flooding your features. "I could never be mad at you, doll."

Garrett flirted with everyone, that's just how he was, so it would be a surprise to anyone to find out he'd started to develop genuine feelings for you. Garrett didn't do feelings, he did fleeting flings, work flirts and casual sex; but for you? He'd change all that.

"How am I meant to do my announcements without a pretty girl at my side?"

Walking around the counter to be on the same side as Garrett, you pushed yourself up onto the countertop, legs dangling at the height. As Garrett pressed the intercom to speak, he patted his lap - as he always did - in an effort to get you to sit in his lap. As always, you brushed it off with a giggle and a blush rising to your cheeks; Garret just seemed to have that affect on you.

Garrett was definitely a flirt: if you'd leant anything about him in your time at the store it would be that. But sometimes, you couldn't help but wish he'd be more serious, so you could figure out how he really felt about you. He was charming and handsome, and the weird work flirting really threw you for a spin.

"Attention Cloud 9 shoppers, today we have a 90% off sale in grocery and dairy products, so grab them while you can! Though, I'd really think about why we'd that first."

The buzz of the intercom faded, Garrett's hand moving from the microphone to rest against the top of your thigh. If the action wasn't so common, you'd have been blushing furiously and probably making an attempt to leave the situation - the exact effect Garrett hoped to have on you.

"You got any actual work to complete today, doll, or do you just get to sit pretty with me all day?" Garrett asked, thumb running across the clothed skin of your thigh where his hand rested.

"Unfortunately for you, I do have real work to do." Garrett let out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back, one hand against his forehead the other against his supposed aching heart. "Well, I'm manning jewellery, but I doubt you can call that real work."

Garrett let out a boisterous laugh at the comment, the amount of snark behind your words surprising him. Pushing from the customer service desk, you walked around the desk, finger scraping against the counter top as you moved in an effort to stay connected to it.

"If it weren't for the fact Cheyenne was waiting for me, I'd stay here, don't you worry, Gare." With a wink from both parties, you left the customer service desk and with it Garrett, who's eyes followed your figure until you were entirely out of his sight.

Making your way to the jewellery counter, you found your favourite blonde waiting with a big smile and energetic wave. "Hey y/n! What took you so long?"

"Oh, you know, it's a journey from the break room to here." It wasn't a lie, not exactly, but it probably didn't help that you'd made some detours on your way back to Cheyenne.

"Well, it's good your here now. I was worried." Cheyenne had taken on the role of your older sister since you'd started at the store; she was always looking out for you and making sure you were safe and having a good time - and she always came to you first with any gossip she heard, which didn't hurt to know.

"How are you and Bo?" You asked, turning and leaning against the glass cabinet, to face Cheyenne, a lovesick smile and far off look in her eyes as she thought on your question.

"Oh, well, Bo's the same as ever: little mysterious, little dyslexic, little musically talented - you know how he is." Cheyenne talked about Bo the way you wished someone would one day talk about you. She was constantly reminding you that 'someday your prince will come' and if you were lucky he'd be something like Bo; though you weren't too keen on dating Bo the second, the thought was what mattered. "And Harmonic is cute, as always. We're teaching her Nicki songs at the moment, got to get her ready for the concert in September, y'know."

Cheyenne was always doing something crazy with Harmonica: teaching her tap dance, how to 'fuck the government' and how to build a desk amongst the few you could remember. If she turned out anything like her mother, then you were sure she'd be amazing - with, or without, all these crazy skills.

"Enough with me missy." Cheyenne pointed a firm finger at you, stopping organising rings and such to turn to face you, mirroring your position as she leant against the cabinet. "How's it going with Mr You Know Who."

Cheyenne winked at you, it far too over the top and dramatic, eliciting a chuckle from you. Staring intently at the rings that littered your fingers, you pulled the one on your ring finger in and off, ignoring Cheyennes intense stare.

"Oh, you know, it's going." Cringing at your self, you brought a hand up to cover your face, sighing into your palm before running your hand down across your face, letting it drop limply. "I have no clue what to do Chey, I feel like I'm making it obvious I'm into him, but it feels like he has no clue."

"Just take the big jump and ask him; girls can do that now y'know, it's the thing." Cheyenne grabbed your hand, squeezing it and earning your attention. "Besides, I know he likes you back, because I've seen the way he looks at you. If that's not young love, I don't know what is."

"Chey, you're only a few years older then me." Cheyenne huffed out an even more dramatic sigh then Garrett had earlier, throwing her head back shoulder slumping.

"That's not the point, y/n. The point is, he likes you, and you like him, so either get off your butt and do something about it, or wait around in hopes he asks you out, but that day might never come."

"Wow, Chey, That was actually pretty inspiring." Folding your arms across your chest, you got lost in thought, dwelling on Cheyennes words and trying to figure out what your next move was.

"I know, right? I had to take a motivational speakers class in my senior year. I got a B!"

As you and Cheyenne laughed about and discussed how awful Mr Burkett classes had been - the two of you having gone to the same high school - Marcus finally slipped away from where he'd been listening in to your conversation behind a clothing rack in soft lines.

He hadn't meant to eve's drop, however, when he was making his way back towards warehouse, his break over, he couldn't help but overhear your voice and the conversation had instantly captured his attention. God, he was more then thankful he'd chosen to listen in now though.

Warehouse and his shift was instantly forgotten about, instead Marcus found himself running through the store in search of his best friend, Jonah. When he'd found Jonah, he'd excitedly relayed the news, gushing about how this was his sign to ask you out, which set something off inside of Jonah. Once Marcus had left his side, a dopey grin on his face and a far off look in his eyes, Jonah practically stormed over to the customer service counter in search of Garrett (his best friend). He complained and complained about how Marcus had found out you had a crush on someone and he had assumed it was him, when it was so clearly Jonah. Garrett was seething at both assumptions now, gripping on to the desktop till his knuckles turned white, a tight lipped smile replying to any information from Jonah.

All three boys had decided it was clearly them who you'd been talking about, and had to do something to get your attention - even more so then they'd already been doing. As far as each were concerned, there was no competition for your heart when they were around. And so, it began.

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The first was Marcus, he'd tried to win your heart over with the little things, no matter who else was already. Although, he particularly enjoyed it when there was a crowd to coo at his actions for you.

"Is it just me, or is Jonah acting a bit weird today?" Amy stabbed her fork into her lunch, words muffled by a mouthful of food as she sat with you and Cheyenne.

"It's not just him, Marcus and Garrett have been acting weird all week." It hadn't been long since your conversation with Cheyenne at the jewellery counter had sparked a war you were entirely unaware of.

"Maybe there's some kind of man rabies going around."

"Chey, what?" Cheyenne was known for her abstract ideas and unusual commentary, but this was definitely one of the weirdest you'd heard.

"Yeah, man rabies, 'cause they're men and they look like they've got the crazies. Like, they look like one wrong word and they'll pounce." The comparison was actually pretty good now that she'd explained it. The three boys you usually spent much of your time with, had an odd glint in their eyes; want, need, something though you weren't sure what. It wasn't like them at all.

"Well, all I know, is that Jonah's been odd - odder then usual - since last Friday. And it seems, the same applies to both Garrett and Marcus." Amy shovelled another forkful of food into her mouth, the three of you looking at each other and trying to avoid the boys intense looks that you could feel boring into you even when they weren't looking at you. "Maybe they got into a argument."

"No, that's not it." Hand to your mouth, you thought on the situation, trying to figure out what on Earth could be going on between your favourite boys. "I can't imagine Garrett letting that get to him, it must be something else."

"Man rabies!" Cheyenne insisted, you and Amy breaking out into laughter at the mention of 'man rabies' once more, then carrying on with your lunch as if you'd never been debating the weirdness of the boys.

Reaching for your water, you struggled to twist open the lid, placing it down against the table with a sigh as you got ready to pull down your sleeves and try again with the extra grip. However, you never needed too, Marcus appearing at your side in an instant and opening it for you, leaving the cap on the table top as he held the water to your lips, which you gratefully sipped from.

"Mmm, my hero." Squeezing Marcus's hand, you took the water bottle from him, placing it against the table, your other hand still holding onto his. "Thank you, Marcus."

"It's never a problem for you, y/n, you know that." Marcus was absolutely smitten, a blush rising to his cheeks at just the mention of just name from your lips.

"I know, I know. But still, you're always magically there when I need you... it's sweet." Need you. Need you. Need you. Oh, Marcus was so, so certain it was him you liked, how couldn't it be?

You'd called him your hero, and told him you needed him, it was obvious! The sweet nothings had Garrett and Jonah seething across the break room, the pair completely dimwitted by the fact you were talking to Marcus like that and not them. They'd have to make a move soon before it was too late, that was for sure.

"Never a problem, gorgeous." Marcus squeezed your hand back, pulling it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss against your knuckles, dropping your hand only to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, heat rising to your cheeks.

Amy raised her eyebrows at you teasingly, a silent question of 'what was that?' making a smile curl onto your face. It didn't feel like much out of the ordinary, but for some reason this time it had you feeling butterflies from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

Ignoring Amy's starstruck look, and Cheyennes smirk, you continued your previous conversation as if nothing had changed, briefly discussing the boys weird behaviour before shifting to conversation about the happenings of the store today: completely unaware of the way Jonah and Garrett were boring holes through Marcus as he strutted out of the break room.

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Jonah was next to try and worm his way into your heart, his efforts a bit more extravagant then Marcus's, but nonetheless very Jonah of him. It wasn't like he was afraid of being flirty toward you, he was afraid of outwardly acting that way with anyone. However, if outward flirting was what would let you know he liked you back, that was what he would do.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" Jonah's hands gripped onto your forearms, his eyes rapidly raking up and down your figure in search of something though you weren't sure what.

"Yes, J, I'm fine, wha-" Your hands reached up to clasp Jonah's wrists, patting up his arms, across his shoulders and to his cheeks, pulling his face up to meet your eyes. His eyes were filled with worry, though you weren't sure why, since you'd been sat in the store all day.

"I heard it hurts falling from heaven." A smirk eased onto Jonah's face, the action foreign and clumsy. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Heat rushed up your neck and across your face as you realised what Jonah had been doing, the cheesiest pick up line you could think of having your cheeks burning from the fact you couldn't stop smiling.

What?

Noticing your hands still held Jonah's no longer worries face in them, you dropped them to your side, nervously clasping them together behind your back, avoiding Jonah's eyes.

What had gotten into him?

Jonah, instead, took your silence as an astonished nervousness, deciding that continuing with his plan was the best idea in order to try and get his point across as clearly as possible. In fact, you were simply struggling to come to terms with the idea that Jonah was being so outwardly flirtatious.

Two fingers beneath your chin had you looking up at Jonah once more, a twinkle in his eye that wasn't there before. "What are you-"

"Did you drive to work today?" Jonah cut you off with an actual question this time, his fingers still tilting you head so you couldn't avails his piercing gaze. "Because I'm pretty sure it was your car that got a parking ticket."

Panic settled in then, once more, and you quickly tried to rush away from him, gathering your phone and checking you had your car keys so you could go and check out this parking ticket. However, you didn't make it more then a foot away from where you'd been, Jonah's hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back towards him, pressed chest to chest.

"Because you've got fine written all over you."

You let out a relieved laugh, the relaxed gesture making you lean into Jonah's chest slightly more then you otherwise would have. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you tight against him. Your stomach was churning in nervousness; and you weren't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way - all you knew was you didn't mind the way Jonah was looking at you. Not at all.

"Where's this from, by the way?" Jonah's free hand pinched the fabric of your shirt between his finger tips, feeling the softness of it between his fingers. His other hand continued to hold you close, too close and too confidently for the likes of Jonah. "It suits you; it looks great on you, actually. And as a matter of fact, I would too."

Your mouth hung slightly agape, unsure what to make of the sudden, very obvious advances and the weird fluttering feeling in your gut; very similar to the one Marcus had made you feel the other day in the break room.

Thankfully, you were saved by a call of your name from Amy. Quickly pulling away from Jonah, you uttered a goodbye, rushing away and hoping that any redness in the apples of your cheeks was gone before she saw you.

Behind you, Jonah stood proud with a bright smile, hands on his hips as he watched you walked away, he himself slowly becoming more and more flustered as he realised what he just did. And at the remembrance of the reaction he'd so clearly had on you.

Oh, Jonah thought, he definitely was the person you'd been on about.

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The last to make a move to win you over was Garrett, who found it harder then the other two guys in his attempts. He already flirted with you on the regular, so he'd have to pull out all the stops to grab your attention - more then he claimed he usually did.

"Morning, Gare."

"Good morning, beautiful." Step 1 of Garrett's plan was easy. All he had to do was act how he normally did with you; casual flirting that wasn't exactly returned and a charming, bright smile that he reserved just for you. "What brings you to my neck of the woods on this sunny morning."

"I heard a rumour that you can't make announcements without a 'pretty girl' at your side." One point for Garrett.

Some days he could tell you weren't in the mood for his flirtatious remarks and he'd tone it down; but other days - like this one - you were almost reciprocating his teasing tone and suave compliment. It was perfect.

Step 2 came next, and though easy to execute, could have dire consequences if not executed confidently and charmingly - which, luckily, wasn't something Garrett found himself having problems with.

Making your way around the customer service desk, you leant against your usual post at the wooden table top, arms folded across your chest as you looked down at him with a bright smile. Garrett, as always offered his lap as a place for you to sit, however, this time, he tried his luck: slipping a hand around your hips and pulling you down to sit on him.

You let out a gasp at the contact; Garrett always offering, you never accepting and the change of position startling you. Why was everyone being so... flirty with you this week?

Your head swivelled to face Garrett in an instant, heat rising to your cheeks as Garrett shuffled you around, trying to help you get comfortable in the new position you'd found yourself in. Legs were across his right knee, you sat on his left, and your arms were clumsily looped around his neck in an effort to stay straight up.

"Good morning, cloud 9 shoppers. Today we've got an extra special offer on sportswear as we are closing that line due to lack of sales. Get them while you can, or don't, because you weren't doing so anyway."

Garrett continued speaking into the intercom, keeping you in his lap as he worked his was through his list of announcements. One hand rested on your furthest thigh from him, his thumb rubbing circles into the jean covered skin.

If you weren't so flustered by the sudden action, you have been angry that he was acting like it was nothing. He'd pulled you onto his lap, and was caressing your thigh as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The thought alone had you even more flustered.

As his announcements finally came to a close, he looked up at you with a suave grin, your flushed cheeks and nervous demeanour only fuelling his motivation to take the next step; step 3.

Step 3 was the easiest of them all; a simple compliment and then an urgent need to go, to keep you on edge and wondering. Thinking about him.

"This is a good view, doll face." Garrett had turned the charm to the max, one hand caressing your face the other your thigh as his words slipped off his tongue, honeysuckle sweet. "You should sit here more often."

Before you had time to process his words, he was nudging you off his lap and back to leaning against the customer service table top, walking off with the quietest goodbye and the knowledge that he had something to do.

Though you couldn't see it, a smirk had curled onto his lips, confidence filling him at the thought he was definitely the guy you were into; especially so when he turned his head to find you a blushing mess still stood where he'd left you.

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It had been a long week.

Every corner you turned, every trip to the break room, every time you clocked in or out or walked to your car it felt like Marcus, or Jonah, or Garrett was there. Fuck, you couldn't even go about your shift without one of them by your side at all times.

At first, it had been sweet, but now? It was just annoying. You loved each of the boys in their own way, but you were beginning to feel suffocated by being swarmed by them 24/7. In any other time, you would've thrived off of the sweet comments from Marcus and the way he was always around when you needed him, or the strange and cheesy pick up lines from Jonah that made you feel butterflies, or even the more outlandish advancements from Garrett, but now it just made you confused.

Cheyenne had pointed it out to you that there was a good chance they'd heard about the fact you had a crush on someone in the store - that and the fact that Amy told you Marcus had confronted her in an effort to get to know you better - in an effort to explain the weird behaviour you'd been experiencing from the boys.

And now that she'd said it, you were certain that was the reason why. It was the only thing you could think of that made any sense: how else could you explain the sudden intensifying attitude from each of your beloved boys? However, nothing could change the fact that your heart was sat on one of them in particular.

In fact, it had been set on him for a long while, and despite the flirtatious efforts of the others, he already had you up wrapped around his little finger; even if he didn't know it.

Walking out of the store, another week come to a close, you made your way towards your car. Pulling out your keys from your pocket, you unlocked the door, pulling on the handle to open the vehicle and climb inside. However, before you could sink into the battered leather seat of your beat up car, a voice called out from behind you.

"Hey, y/n. You got a minute?"

Turning to face the man behind the voice that you recognised all too well, you flashed him a sweet smile, leaning your arm against the brim of your car door to talk to him.

"For you? Always."

A wide, glimmering smile crept onto his lips teeth showing in the wide grin. He took a deep breath, eyes flickering to the floor before returning to your own, squinting as the sunset shone into his eyes.

This was it.

... Garrett's Ending ... Jonah's Ending ... Marcus's Ending

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Thank you so much for the request Lola bae <333 I'm so sorry it took so long, but thank you for your patience and support despite everything. You remain one of my greatest supporters, so thank you <33

"So, I decided to try and turn it up a notch, y'know? Try and make it more obvious I had feelings for you - cause I do, I like you, y/n. I really, really like you, y/n - and I don't know what I thought, maybe I though that if I got you to sit on my lap, you would realise how obvious I was trying to be. But even then, that didn't work."

"Garrett..."

"And I get it now, I know you don't like me like I like you. And I'm sorry if anything I did ever made you uncomfortable. But I would really, really love to still be your friend." Garrett still refused to meet your eyes, looking at his hands that fiddled with each other in his lap. "If you'll have me, that is."

"This is my fault." You sighed, a hand coming to press against your temple, rubbing into the warm flesh in frustration. "This is my fault."

"Doll- I mean, y/n. It's not your fault you don't feel the same. You can't help that."

"Please don't ever stop calling me doll." You fawned with a sweet smile, grabbing Garrett's hand in your own and running your thumb across his knuckles. "Or doll face, or gorgeous, or your pretty girl."

A smile was slowly curling onto Garrett's lips with each word that left your mouth, courage beginning to bubble at the tips of his fingers.

"Because that's what I want to be: your doll, your doll face, your gorgeous..." A full, wide smile was settled on his face now, his hand squeezing yours. "Your pretty girl."

"Oh, doll." Garrett let out a relived sigh, pulling you down onto his lap for the second time this week, his hand that wasn't holding yours coming up to hold your face. "I've been you're for a long time. All I've wanted and waited for is for you to be mine."

With the suave line - that easily could've been pulled from straight out of a movie script - he pulled your face down, nose nuzzling against his own, before his lips met yours. It was soft, gentle. Gentler then you would've imagined that Garrett would've been, but amazing all the same. It flowed easily, and you didn't have to try hard to avoid bumping heads or leaning in the same way - but, it was always easy with Garrett, wasn't it?

The pair of you pulled away from each other with wide smiles on your faces, warmth filling your cheeks and foreheads pressed together.

"Come over to mine." Garrett pleaded, his hand running up and down your arm as he spoke. "I'll order a pizza, or Chinese, whatever you want and I'll put on some movies."

A laugh bubbles past your lips at the rapid change of opinion, his attempt at appeasing you funny considering he already held your heart.

"That sounds wonderful, Gare." Your lips a hairs length apart, you lazily slot yours back against his, kissing the words of admiration you couldn't say into his soft skin.

You and Garrett spent a weekend filled with laughs together, movie after movie, take out after take out: looking back on all the obvious signs that should've had you all over each other a lot sooner. Repeatedly, you teasingly chastised him for flirting with you at the start of your time at the store, knowing if he hadn't it would've made this whole thing a lot easier. But honestly? You doubted you would've had it any other way.

The pair of you lived in blissful ignorance over the weekend, enjoying your time together in each other's company without ever thinking about returning to the store on Monday.

However, when Monday came, like it always did, it wasn't the pair of you that was affected by the new far too closeness and the constant lap sitting. No, it wasn't. Jonah and Marcus on the other hand, seethed in jealous rage when ever they saw the pair of you together. Realistically, they should've seen it coming. You and Garrett were like two peas in a pod, it was inevitable! But then again, that didn't stop the sting of jealousy whenever either of them saw the two of you together, or the silent yearn that it should've been them.

It all went unbeknownst to you, too encapsulated by Garrett's loving stare and constant hand on your thigh to notice. However, their jealous stares never befell Garrett, a mischievous glint in his eye and smirk crossing his face whenever he noticed their eyes falling on you.

His doll.

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