-1A/N: Okay, so this is basically starts a bit later from where the last chapter left off. As a waning, this will most likely not happen again. If it does, and someone notifies me of it, I will write a chapter request of their choice, or, if none comes to mind, one of pure, solid fluff with absolutely not point whatsoever.
And to (me), this story really has no point to it, it's just a book of chaptered oneshots in chronological order to make things easier on all of us. I'm sorry if this disappoints any of you.
Roshaun looked up at the first building in front of him. It was tall, and made completely out of brick, as Dairine had mentioned. On the very front of it, facing the street, was the face of a large clock; one that kept time for the whole of suburbia.
Roshaun shivered in the bitter autumn wind and hugged his jacket closer to his body. There was no point in dawdling out here, because it would not only make him late for his job interview, but with his hair tangled and mussed and a bright red nose. Not too appealing, he must say.
He took a deep breath and trudged into the library, letting in a swoosh of chilly air that sent the people behind the shelves shivering in the cold. Once the door closed, he took in a deep breath. It was the scent of paper and leather and the glue binding them together. A very comforting smell.
His hand clutched the résumé in his jacket pocket and he walked toward the back of the library, where the interview was held. He was told to wait by the secretary in one of the waiting chairs until it was time for him. Roshaun went over and sat in a little plastic, orange chair with metal legs. His knees were practically touching his chest on account of his height, and some of his muscles were stretching in ways that they were not to be stretched. The secretary looked at him strangely, but said nothing and continued her typing.
"Hello. Who are you?" asked a small voice from next to him. He turned his head, and there sat a little boy, probably no more than six.
"Roshaun." said Roshaun simply.
"Oh." said the little boy.
"What's yours?" Asked Roshaun. The boy smiled.
"Patrick. Are you new around here?" Patrick asked. Roshaun had to think for a moment.
"Well, sorta." he finally settled with the answer. Patrick cocked his head.
"What do you mean, 'sorta?' You're either new, or you're not."
"Well, I came here a long time ago, when I was about twice as old as you, and then left for a long time. And now, I'm back." he said. Patrick's mouth formed a small 'o' of realization.
"So where are you from then?" asked Patrick.
"Wellakh." Roshaun answered. Again, Patrick cocked his head.
"Where's that?"
"It's another planet, not far off from here." Roshaun stated. Patrick nodded wisely.
"That makes sense. No wonder you're so tall."
"Yeah. And my hair should be longer, but my wife made me cut it off." Roshaun was lost in the memoirs of his beautiful hair, and Patrick giggled.
"Your wife sounds mean." he said. Roshaun quickly shook his head.
"Oh, no! It's nothing like that! We love each other, but sometimes, you have to change for the other person you love." he said. Patrick nodded again as if he understood, but Roshaun knew that he wouldn't until he was older.
"Well, if I really wanted, I could make it grow back. I'm a wizard too, you know." he told Patrick. Patrick looked wide-eyed.
"Really? Do something!" he exclaimed. Roshaun held out his hand, and said a spell most wizards use if they were ever to accidentally tell someone they were a wizard. Of course, he didn't say it on accident this time, but nobody was really going to believe a little kid anyways. He closed his eyes and soon, a bouquet of daisies popped into his hand with a small 'whomp' of displaced air. Creating the flowers out of nothing left him a bit breathless, but he handed the flowers to Patrick all the same, who hugged them close.
"Wow! That was amazing! Do you know any others?" he asked. Roshaun began to get nervous.
"I don't have time now. I'm here for a job interview." Roshaun said, quickly changing the subject.
"I'm here to read. And maybe get a book, if Mommy says it's alright." Patrick said.
"Mr. Callahan? Mr. Daley will see you now." the secretary said. Roshaun stood up, and his legs creaked back into feeling.
"Hope you do well." Patrick said quietly to him. Roshaun smiled down at him.
"Thanks." he walked over to the door he was supposed to go through, but the secretary stopped him.
"My, my. You have quite the way with kids." she said. "I just loved the part about you being from another planet! You have quite the imagination." she smiled warmly at him, and he laughed nervously.
"Yeah, I made it up on the spot." he agreed, though he was sure that she knew. Absolutely sure.
"Well, hurry along, Mr. Daley doesn't like to be kept waiting for very long. Although, I'm sure that if you told him that you were entertaining a little boy, he would give you a few brownie points." Brownie points? Were those things that you earned to get brownies around here? That sounded like a good idea to him. Maybe he should suggest this technique to Dairine…
"Mr. Callahan, it's nice to meet you." Said the boss, Mr. Daley, his hand extended over the large oak desk in front of him. Roshaun took it and they shook.
"Sorry I'm a bit late. I was entertaining a little boy who was bored and lost track of time." Roshaun decided that whatever brownie points were, he would like to have them if he worked here. He then took his résumé out of his pocket and handed it over to Mr. Daley before taking a seat. Daley scanned through it.
"It says here that you are a very quick learner. What do you mean by that?" he asked. Roshaun was ready, because he had rehearsed this with Dairine before he left for the interview.
"It means that whatever you want me to do, I can do it, and it won't take me a long time to do it or learn. Show me once and I'm good."
"Alright, and what do you mean by 'Ever since I was little, books have been my passion.'? "Daley asked while writing something down on a small pad of paper.
"Well, it means exactly what it says. I have always loved books, even as a child. I was able to read by age five, and ever since, I've only been advancing in my knowledge of things. There is always so much to know that nobody could know all of it at once." this was the answer he had rehearsed with Dairine beforehand.
"Have you had any prior experience in this area or others?" Daley asked. Roshaun, still on his personal high of happiness at the goings thus far of his interview, was caught off guard.
"Why would I? Kings do not need to work!" Roshaun said, and then froze. That wasn't what he was supposed to say!
"Ahh, I see." Daley scribbled something more down on his little notepad. "So you worked at Burger King." Roshaun let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
"Uhh, yeah, I worked at Burger King." Roshaun said, not having the slightest clue as to what a 'Burger King' was.
"Well, You seem to be a very competent worker, and you also seem responsible enough. And all this is aside from the fact that you also seem to have a natural charm with children. I'm going to compare you to your other competitors for the job, and I'll call you sometime within the week. How's that sound?" Daley asked. Roshaun nodded.
"Great. I'll see you later then!" Daley bent his head over a piece of paper and started to write, signaling to Roshaun that it was his time to leave. Roshaun gladly leapt out of the chair and fled hastily towards the door.
"So, how did it go?" Asked the secretary, with that twinkle in her eye. Roshaun moaned and slapped a hand over her face. The secretary didn't say anything; she was used to that kind of reaction. And whenever they did that, they always came in the next day, bright and happy.
Roshaun walked the five blocks back to his house with his hands jammed deep into the recesses of his pockets, muttering angrily to himself. He had earned himself quite the collection of stares from the people he passed. What was he thinking? Couldn't he have given a better answer than that? 'Kings don't work'?! It was all he could do to stop himself from running headlong into the next tree.
"So? How did it go?" Dairine asked when he stepped in the door. He groaned loudly and flopped, face first, into the couch.
"It couldn't have been that bad." Dairine assured, setting herself down beside him. He moaned again, then stopped and put his head up.
"Can we use brownie points here?" he asked suddenly. "Because the secretary said that if I mentioned something to the boss, I could get brownie points. Can we?"
Dairine was quiet and stunned.
"Well, sure, but I don't know how much you really ant to do that…"
"Sure I do! What could be better that brownie points?" Roshaun asked. "You get points, and then you turn them in for brownies!"
Dairine laughed. "No, Roshaun. Brownie points are for when you do something good. Then, it helps when you want something. In other words, you sort of suck up, or say what the other person wants to hear or see you do, so they reward you in some way." Roshaun was silent for a moment.
"Hmm…Maybe we DON'T want them here then…" Dairine laughed again.
"Well, we'll know tomorrow or not weather your brownie points paid off."
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"So, how long do you think it'll be before I get a call?" asked Roshaun, sitting at the kitchen table after cuddle time was over. He stirred his coffee with a green apple lollipop this morning. Dairine shrugged and stirred her own with a cherry one.
"Dunno. You might want to get dressed though, in case he wants you to come in today." she said. Roshaun took her warning and bolted up the stairs. The phone rang.
"Could you get that?" Roshaun bellowed. Dairine smiled a little smile and took the phone off the hook.
"Hello, may I speak with Roshaun Callahan please?" a male voice spoke into the phone. Dairine twirled the cord around her finger.
"He's busy at the moment. May I take a message?"
"Yes. Tell him that he has been accepted at the NY Public Library. And tell him that I expect to see him here at nine o'clock sharp on Wednesday, alright?"
"I'll give him the message." Dairine promised, then hung up the phone.
"Oh Rosha-au-n!" Dairine called in her sing-songy voice, leaning in the doorway upstairs, watching Roshaun struggle and squirm to get his Spongebob pants off and a pair of normal clothes on.
"Dairine, sweetie, can't you see that I'm kind of in the middle of something here?" he panted, to pardon the pun.
"I think you can wait for a second." she said. He turned his head.
"Yes?"
"Well, you just got a call-"
"I got a call?"
"Yes, you got a call. From the Library." All was silent after this was spoken. Even the little invisible crickets, who like to chirp at awkward silences, were quiet.
"You made it!" Dairine squealed, and threw herself onto Roshaun, knocking him back onto the bed and kissing him a thousand times over.
"I made it?" he managed to gasp between kisses. Dairine giggled.
"Yes! You made it! You start at nine on Wednesday!" she said. Roshaun gulped, and his eyes widened.
"Nine o'clock? In the morning?!"
A/N: Okay, so for the first question: I made Roshaun's last name Callahan, because I don't remember it mentioning his last name, and even if it did, it would probably be too weird for the humans on earth to pronounce. So they settled with Callahan.
Also, the pun was terrible. Sorry for that.
I suppose it's a bit fluffy. I hope you enjoy. I certainly know that I can't wait for the next chapter…
FORESHADOWING!!!!!!!
((I hate my English teacher for the corruption my mind like this. Foreshadowing? xP))
