With a wonderful turn of events, Sasha gives us three days off. Three days off. I haven't had a day off in years. He says it's because he doesn't want us to strain ourselves too much. He thinks that we'll just damage ourselves more if we keep practicing for fifteen hours of the day for the rest of the time until our next competition. So, like I said, he's giving us three days off.
Of course, no one buys it. Why would Sasha let us off now, after all the benefits of our hard work have became clear? He wouldn't. Lauren keeps saying that it's all thanks to Summer, and that she forced him to give all the gymnasts a break. Kaylie thinks that Sasha's logic is right, and she gives him all the praise for allowing them the day off. She really knows that Sasha wouldn't come up with that idea, but I think that she just really doesn't want to agree with Lauren so she comes up with that. Obviously, Payson's pissed. Especially since she just re-gained all her confidence and she's ready to start training again. But she'll get over it. Eventually.
And me? Well, I've decided not to question anyone. Somewhat because it isn't my place to question Sasha, and because I'm already in deep shit with him about the job and all. But mostly, it's just because I want the day off.
I'm tired of hearing the rest of my teammates gossip about the mini vacation we just received, so I pick up my bag and leave. I have better, and more important, things to do in these three days then talk about why we're receiving them.
On my way out to the door, I hear Payson yelling at Sasha, begging for him to cancel their time off or at least just to let her practice. I laugh to myself at this.
I drop by at the Pizza Shack on my way home. I was already off from work today and tomorrow, but I wanted to buy a pizza to celebrate my vacation. Plus, I was hungry and mom isn't much of a cook.
"Hey, my gymnast friend- slash- fellow Pizza Shack worker." Razor greets me, with a smile, as I sit down on one of the stools and the counter.
"Hey." I say back.
"What're you doing here so early? Shouldn't you still be training your little butt off at your little gymnast palace?" He continues to smile. I mentally decide that he's an all about happy person.
"My gymnast palace?" I question with a slight laugh, which makes his grin larger. Then I continue, "No. Well, yeah, I should be, but Sasha, my coach, gave us three days off."
"Wow, that's nice." He says.
"Yeah, but I just never had any time off before. Even before we moved here, and I joined the rock, I've always had a job, and school work and other things like that to do. Never once in my whole life have I had a day off. I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself for these three days."
He takes a second before he replies. I think he was trying to absorb everything I just said. "That's kind of sad." He pauses again, it looks like he is going to continue, but after a while he just looks back up at me.
"Yeah, I guess it is." I pause. "I've never thought of it like that before, though. I've always enjoyed everything that I've done when I didn't have breaks, that I never realized I wanted one." I pause again. "Does that make any sense?"
"Does what you just said make, like, grammatical sense. Yes. Did what your words mean, about not wanting vacation make sense? No."
I laugh. Razor smiles.
"RAZOR! Stop flirting with girls and get back to work. Does it look like we can afford to lose any customers. A patient customer has been waiting at the other side of the counter for a really long time, and your just talking to… Emily! Yes, thank God you're here! Get your apron on and let's go! Make some pizzas! Take some orders! Chop chop!" The crazy boss of the Pizza Shack then exits with a loud groan. Razor and I look at each other and laugh.
"Well, I guess I'd better get back to work then." He smiles at me. "I don't need to be murdered by crazy Pizza Shack lady tonight."
I laugh again. "Alright, yeah, I should be going home anyway." I start to put my coat back on and walk away, when Razor calls my name again. "Emily!"
I turn back to face him with a smile. "Yeah?"
"Listen, I heard what happened with you and Damon. How you went to talk to him at the studio and he already left. You must've been crushed."
It took everything I had to not begin to cry again right there, but I didn't. Instead I faked a smile and replied, "Yeah, it was hard. Especially since I still don't have any contact with him, you know? I wish he knew that I loved him."
I can see that those words crushed Razor a little, but I didn't really care. I'm not going to lie just so his feelings won't get hurt.
"Well, hey. I'm off from work tomorrow too." Razor says, "Do you want to hang out, you know just chill tomorrow?"
I guess he sees my hesitant look and adds "You know, just as friends of course. You know, because of the whole you're in love with my best friend thing."
I smile once again. I guess his happiness is contagious.
"Yeah, okay, sure. We can 'chill' tomorrow."
"Awesome! Alright, I'll come pick you up at your house around eleven in the morning, alright?"
"Sure, sounds great."
When Razor smiles and turns back the now rather long line of customers, I know it's my cue to leave. But I leave smiling, something I've never done from the Pizza Shack in some time.
A/N: Hey! Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last MIOBI Damon/Emily oneshot called Just Don't Fall. I love reviews! So, please review this one! This one is going to be a chapter story, and it is Damon/Emily also. I only support Razor/Emily friendship. Please review and tell me what you think, and tell me what you want me to improve on. Thanks for reading!
Oh, and also, in case you didn't realize, this all takes place after the last episode of the first season. That's all for now! R&R! –Megan AKA ToBecomeAClown