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Going on dates with football players from high school was always a bad idea. But you had been planning this date with this guy you met named ‘Tony’ since Wednesday, and you weren't about to back out now. He seemed pretty okay, relatively attractive, matched your humor style, and honestly, you had lowered your standards so much, you’d date one of those alleged mutants running over the city.
You prepared your after work clothes neatly into your bag, and headed off to the pizza place to do another soul-sucking shift. The place had been open for a couple hours before you got there, and it wasn't crowded at all. I mean, who gets pizza for breakfast?
You clocked in, greeting your fellow employees before sliding into the cash register spot. You slumped over the counter, playing with your phone and just waiting for anything to happen. Slow mornings were quite the curse and a blessing. Keeping yourself from drifting off at the front of the store is a difficult task.
Although, one you’ve trained yourself to do. You decided maybe putting your earbuds in would fix the issue. So, you popped them in and scrolled through your music to find the playlist purely composed of Femtynal’s music. Hopefully that’ll wake you up.
After 30 minutes of simply zero customers, a new guy came in. You popped your head up, giving a small wave before kicking the chef who was sitting in a chair on his phone half asleep. He jolted awake and rolled his eyes.
“Welcome in!” You started as he walked over with this passionate sway that made you stifle a laugh. “Uh-hum, a bit early for pizza, hm?” You commented with a bemused smile.
“Oh I'm not here for pizza.”
Your confusion only continued after this, aaaand that's when you spotted the brooch. Suddenly this made alot more sense, and your smile dropped to more of a faux-annoyed grin. This boy was fairly attractive, he was blasian with these interesting markings on his eyes and shoulders. He had a blue bandana around his neck. His hair was dyed blond at the tips, and he had this stupid look in his eyes.
“Mikeys brother?” You said, half annoyed and half impressed with how many bros this guy was hiding. “Uh- …Was it the bandana that gave it away?” He asked defeatedly, slumping over the side of the counter.
“No, it's that ugly brooch you guys wear all the time.”
Suddenly this blue one looked like he just found out his dog died.
“What?” You asked, leaning in a bit.
“N-nothing!! It’s just–uh, the brooch is a family heirloom” He did not seem confident in that statement.
“And… you guys take turns wearing it out?”
“Yes.” He said overconfidently.
You pursed your lips and looked at him questionably. After a moment of awkward silence, he coughed and spoke up. “Uhh–OH! I remember what I'm here for!” He started with a big smile. “Pizza?” You interjected. “Nope!” You just groaned and placed your head in your hands with your elbow leaning on the table. “Then what do you waaaant?? At least the others actually order pizza. Are you the middle child?”
He looked a bit hurt from that. “...So is Donnie…” He mumbled, looking at the ground. “Who’s Donnie? Is there another one of you guys?” You questioned, already trying to decipher what color he’d wear. Red? Green? Yellow maybe?
“You’ve met Donnie. Donatello? That doesn’t ring a bell?” You paused, thinking long and hard about this. “...Othello?”
“...Ofcourse he used his ‘cool persona’ name.” The boy groaned, rubbing his face. You paused, “That jerk?” Leo looked at you with this wide grin. “Yeah. The purple jerk.” “Annnnyway–you keep getting me off track!! My name is Leo, or Leonardo, and I'm here to ask you on a date,” He slid closer, taking your hand in his. “...Mi amor”
You stared at him, looking down at his face, having to turn your head away to stop yourself from letting a laugh out. “Look, I’m deeply flattered, but I already have a date tonight, and frankly, I’m not interested.” Your amusement made Leo a bit hurt.
“Why are you laughing?” He asked with this soft frown as he got up off the floor. You continued to stifle giggles, looking away from his now even more hurt face. “I-I’m so-ho sorry–it’s just- that was the dorkiest way to ask someone out, ever!”
Leo pouts, but accepts the rejection and moves on. “Not the answer I wanted, but okay. …Can I at least have your number? …In case you uh… change your mind?” You sigh, and give a soft smile as you pull a piece of order paper and write down your number.
Leo leaves, skipping out the door and pulling out his phone to punch in your number. He immediately calls someone straight as he leaves, and honestly, you half expected your phone to start buzzing in your pocket. But it didn’t, and he ran off into the street on the phone.
The next couple hours were just a few customers here and there, one person came in ahead of time to tell the staff a party of 15 was coming at 6:30, which you appreciated the warning. You were pushing some tables together to prepare for the party when you got a ping from your phone. You looked around, making sure your boss wasn't watching, and pulled out your phone to find a text from an unknown number.
???: Nardo gave me your number for some reason
Pizzabiatch: Who in the ever-living stars is this?
???: Othello
Pizzabiatch: WHY DID LEO GIVE YOU MY NUMBER
You were about to continue your rant, when you got another unknown number text.
???: YOOOOO ITS YOUUUU IVE BEEN WANTING YOUR NUMERRRRR
Pizzabiatch: MIKEY??!?!
???: YESSSS ITS ME
…And then you were added to a groupchat with Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and another unknown number.
Pizzabiatch: IM ON THE JOB AND YOU GUYS ARE BLOWING UP MY PHONE STOP
???: Why did you guys put her in the GC
NeonLeon: Bc I wanna
PizzaMikey!!<3: BC SHES AWESOMMEEEE
JerkfaceOthello: Must i make another gc without her in it
???: Please do
Pizzabiatch: STOP TEXTING THE GC. IM TRYING TO MOVE TABLES ALSO WHO IS THIS OTHER GUY?????
???: I'm Raphael.
Pizzabiatch: why am i just now learning that mikey has THREE OTHER BROTHERS????
JerkfaceOthello: thats just the start of the mystical ways our family works.
Pizzabiatch: omg. okay gbye
You shut off your phone and ignored the buzzing from it on the counter. You finished pushing the tables together and kicked 15 seats into their respective spots before sliding back into the cashier spot. It was around lunch so more customers started flooding in. Including the old couple named Grace and Theo that come in every once in a while with their granddaughter. They always tip and compliment your hair.
You kinda blacked out after a while, only really remembering the locals. When you zoned back in, you were helping out a small teen order a small pizza for herself while her parents watched. She was stuttering and seemed genuinely upset. Hugging her Blahaj very tight.
“I- uh.. Um.. Extra cheese…and–um, garlic stuffed crust… please.” She spoke quietly, her parents seemed unimpressed. You remained patient, typing in the order. “Is that all for you gu–”
“Yeah, we want a half sausage and half veggie.” The mother cut you off, already pulling out her clutch to pay you. You rang everything up and slid the order ticket to the chef. By the time you turned around, the couple was sitting somewhere and the daughter was standing up there by herself waiting for you to give her the beepers. You handed her two beepers and said, “You did great. Don’t worry about that being embarrassing.”
She smiled and waddled off.
The next hours of your shift consisted of many, many customers. You despised Friday nights. Especially considering there was an influencer in here a couple days ago and it had been packed ever since. You wanted to bang your head into a wall. It was torture.
After a grueling shift, you ran home and got ready for this date. You and Tony were going to meet up at this hole-in-the-wall burger spot near the school. You honestly knew in your heart that this date was not going to go as you wanted, but you were a bit desperate. So, you put on some eyeliner and got in a cutesy (or not so cutesy) outfit. While you were doing your hair, you got a text from Donatello.
JerkfaceOthello: Where are you going for that date, miss girl?
Your entire face heated up just a bit, but it was noticeable. Why in the world would he want to know that? Is he a stalker? Is he into you? Why did he say ‘Miss girl’?????
Pizzabiatch: Wtf
JerkfaceOthello: Ooooooo~ is it somewhere romaaannttiicc???
Pizzabiatch: Aint no way this is donatello.
JerkfaceOthello: Nuh uh
Pizzabiatch: I know it's you, Mikey.
JerkfaceOthello: Dangit.
You sighed, fanning your face while you finished up with your hair. You walked out of the door to your room, feeding the cat, Mr. Jingles his dinner. He mewed up at you and bumped his head on your leg. You hushed him softly and petted him before heading out the door.
You made your way down to the restaurant, making sure to check behind you every once in a while. You lived in NYC, after all.
You made it in, and he was waiting at a table. He waved you over, and so you followed. As you sat down, he greeted you with a simple “Hey.” and you responded with a “Hi.”
The waiter followed suit, she introduced herself with tired eyes and a stressed smile. You knew that look in her eyes, and gave a sympathizing smile to her. You ordered your food, and looked back at Tony, who had ordered a double cheeseburger.
“...So…you got a summer job?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh. Uhm… No, not anymore. I got fired after I got back at my ex. And it wasn't even my fault–I mean, if YOUR girlfrie–sorry, boyfriend said that he hates you, and has been cheating on you with your brother this whole time, you'd definitely tell the entire work team he's got a STD too!!”
You stared at him. Just… stared.
“...Okay, bold of you to assume it would have to be a boyfriend. And also, no, if I had a crazy ex, I would just… block them? Cut them off?” You tried offering some peaceful advice, but his face kinda soured when you alluded to the fact you may or may not be straight.
You sighed, and as the food arrived you two ate it in silence.
As you were walking home, you passed by the mystical manhole cover again. Hm. Tomorrow was Saturday. You should take a peak inside once it's daytime.
You skipped home, pulling out your phone to text your bestie Mikey about how poorly the date went.