After a long and stressful week, Jack and Bonnie finally had some time alone. Once again they found themselves headed towards the Supply Closet after the lunch rush for some more "personal" time. Again Jack had a feeling of guilt in his chest. How could he keep doing this? Simple. Anything he felt that would get him closer to Bonnie the better. But Freddy could make up with him, and he would be all alone…
Even with his internal monologue over good and evil, he eventually succumbed to evil once his lips met Bonnie's.
"So I've got a question." Bonnie said to Jack.
"Sure? What is it?" he replied, slightly annoyed that the kissing was interrupted.
"Why don't we take things a little further today?" Bonnie asked with a devious smirk, "Like maybe some minor undressing?"
"Yes! Uh, I mean, sure. That's cool."
As soon as Jack finished his sentence, Bonnie went straight for the other male's apron. Removing it in one perfectly executed move, he then went for the shirt, all while making sure his lips never left Jack's, but only for the momentary pause between the removal of the shirt.
The two went at it like this for awhile, and threw in groping. Then, Jack did the same for Bonnie. It took slightly longer than Bonnie, due to his lack of experience. Bonnie chuckled a little while Jack did this, and Jack got red in the face at that.
"Shut up!" Jack said, with a playful hit to Bonnie's shoulder.
"Oh come on, even you're laughing!" Bonnie said.
Jack smiled, and so did Bonnie. Is this the missing part of his life he felt that he needed? Guess so, and the feeling was electrifying.
Time seemed to slow for the two, as they found a perfect harmony to their work. Ending in a similar to the previous time, Bonnie was cuddling Jack, as he nuzzled into his chest.
"We have some real fun don't we?" Bonnie said aloud, ruffling Jack's hair.
Jack, practically purring like a happy cat, replied, "We do."
"I guess we should do this more often, even when we're jam-packed."
"I'd be in favor of it."
Both giggled at that. They sat in the embrace for what only felt like seconds, though it must have been hours.
They only knew that because of two waiters outside the closet.
"Hey have you seen either Jack or Bonnie?" he asked the other.
"Not since the lunch rush. They must've gone off somewhere." the other replied.
"Well they better show up soon, we're swamped out there! This is the absolute last time I cover for Bonnie's tables."
After the two waiters walked away, Jack and Bonnie quickly got up and started getting dressed again.
"We should time these encounters a little better." Jack said, throwing his shirt back on.
"Yeah, or we could take them back to one of our places." Bonnie said, tying on his apron, with a wink at Jack.
"Yeah! That would be hella."
"Well, ready for the shift?"
"Not really."
The two laughed, and left, though not at the same time.
"Hey Hope, since things aren't so busy right now, wanna help me take this stuff to the Prize Corner?" Jeremy asked Hope. She was wiping down tables waiting for the next rush of people.
She finished the table she was cleaning and smiled, "Sure! Anything beats wiping down tables." She picked up a box and followed Jeremy towards the Prize Corner.
"Gosh, it feels like Jack and I have barely seen you since our first day. How's the security job going?" Hope asked.
"It's pretty much the same old same old. Nothing interesting like new employees." He said with a wink. "That reminds me, I was wondering about Jack…" Hope tensed at that and looked down at the box she was carrying. She remembered what Carrie had said about Jack and Bonnie, but she didn't want to tell Jeremy until she had a chance to talk to Jack.
"What do you wanna know Jeremy?" Hope asked, trying to hide her nervousness.
"Well, I think he seems really nice. Somebody as nice as him must be seeing someone..."
"Uh. No, he isn't seeing anyone I don't think, but it might not be a good idea to try to ask him out right now if that's what you were thinking. He went through something recently… It was complicated."
"Oh…" Jeremy said sounding dejected. "I mean I'm only asking for a friend of course, but that's bad for him… Oh. Might also be relevant that I find out if Jack's into men." Jeremy said with a chuckle.
Hope smiled, "Yeah, he's pretty flexible about what he likes. Hey Jeremy if you're into Jack you don't have to tell me, but just know that you might wanna wait a while to make a move. He's been through a lot the past year. He had a pretty rough break up and I don't know if he's quite over it yet. I really think you could be awesome friends though!"
"That would be good. Is he as nice as he seems?"
"Yeah. He can be pretty sassy and pretty temperamental sometimes, but he really is a good guy. He's been my friend for years. There was that bit of time, during his last relationship, when we weren't friends for a bit, but luckily after he got away from his ex we made up. He's definitely someone you can trust." Hope smiled at Jeremy, hoping to reassure him.
"Well, I hope we can be good friends," Jeremy said smiling happily, "Hey did you hear that?" Hope stopped, she could just barely hear moaning in the distance.
"Are you kidding me? Not again. So help me God if Mark is busy in the back room with his stupid boyfriend I am gonna lose it!" Hope yelled angrily. She stomped towards the Prize Corner with a angry look on her face. She dropped her box on the floor as she rounded the corner and saw a struggling Foxy.
"What the Hell is happening here!?" Hope yelled as she took in the entire scene. Foxy was pinned against the Prize Counter by a extremely scrawny fifteen year old she recognized as BB.
"He got the jump on me mate!" Foxy yelled in a panic. "Help!"
"Sempai notice me! Don't lie!" BB screamed as he was being dragged off by Jeremy. The kid was stronger than he looked, "Sempai please!"
"I'm gonna take him to the office, I'll talk to you later Hope." Jeremy said walking away, "And thanks for that advice!"
"No problem Jeremy. So what the Hell did I just walk into Foxy?" Hope said looking at the now pathetic entertainer.
"That little brat came up behind me while I was my mate Mark! I swear I wasn't doing anything!" Foxy looked nervous and Hope couldn't help but notice how he wouldn't meet her gaze. She picked up the boxes full of prizes.
"You're disgusting." She said placing the boxes on the Prize Counter and walking away.
Once the amount of people was back to minimal, Jack slumped down at a table in his sector. Sighing after a few hours of long work, he glanced at the clock to see what time it was.
Shit!
He forgot that he was supposed to hang out with the band, and since they just finished their last set, he made a dash for the backstage area. In a few short moments, he was backstage, and there were chairs set up. Jack counted five in total, three occupied by the band, one occupied by Jeremy. Oh yeah, this is his job. He forgot about that.
Toni glanced up at Jack and smiled. "Take a seat Jack, hopefully you don't mind Jeremy being here. I know it's after our hours, but we thought we all could hang out, right guys?"
"Right!" Frank and Carrie replied in unison.
Jack then sat in the chair next to Jeremy. The two exchanged a greeting, and then their focus went back to the band.
"So where were we?" Carrie said. "Oh right! Frank, why aren't you the bottom in your little relationship? Like with your personality and everything, you would totes be a bottom."
"Little C has a point," Toni began, "You look like such a cute, little, innocent child! Plus with a badass like Mark, you would definitely be his bitch."
Frank was getting flustered. "Hey, don't tell me how to work my relationship! If you actually knew Mark, you would know he is the sweetest little flower…"
Frank was interrupted by the fake gagging noises by the other two members. They both laughed when they finished, and Frank got more livid.
Staring in disbelief, Jack and Jeremy were sitting confused as what to do next.
"So anyways," Jeremy began, turning to face Jack, "How's your first week here at Freddy's been Jack?"
"Uh, great!" Jack said with a nervous laugh. "It's been stressful, I'll admit, and a bit… odd? I think that's the word: odd."
"What do you mean by odd?"
"Foxy's manwhore behaviors, The Alliance, Mark and Frank's relationship. Just to name a few."
"Yeah, you get used to it."
"Question for you. Has Foxy ever come on to you?"
"Yeah, when I first started. And last week. I play back, and thankfully it's just flirting. I think it's just like some sort of sadistic practice with him."
At that both Jack and Jeremy laughed.
"I feel bad for you though." Jeremy said. "My first week wasn't this crazy."
"How so?" Jack asked.
"Well for starters, a few years ago, when I started, this place was classier. People weren't whoring themselves out, well besides Foxy, and having sex in the closet."
Jack laughed.
Jeremy laughed as well, "I know! There was a time. Though it wasn't until Foxy and Chica started doing it in the kitchen things started going downhill. First some of the other staff made out in other areas, and then Freddy and Bonnie started the whole thing with the closet. Now there have been 'messes' in the Prize Corner…"
"Exactly! So classless. Kids come in here! Can't they do it at home?"
"I don't know why, I guess I can't see the appeal. A thrill ride? The danger of getting caught? It's not like Mangle cares, she didn't even listen to the previous guard! It violates so many sanitary standards, not to mention moral standards."
"My thoughts on the nose!"
The two then continued to talk for awhile, until Jack looked up at the clock, and he shot out of his chair.
"Dang, we've been talking a while!" Jack said. "I've got to go though, my roommate doesn't like it when I'm out late."
"Oh." Jeremy said, seeming disappointed. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I think I could stop by and see you tomorrow."
Before Jack started off, Jeremy hugged him goodbye.
"See you tomorrow." he said.
"Uh, yeah." Jack said.
Jack left the backstage area, face flushed pink. Jeremy's face was left in a dark pink as well, and the two were unaware of Toni and Carrie silently high fiving.
"Hey Goldie -" Hope stopped short as she noticed her favorite chef was out of the kitchen.
"He's not here right now, sorry Hope. I think he should be back in a bit though." Chica said as she quietly made pizzas.
"I guess I'll be back later." Hope said turning to leave.
"Hey wait, I need some help. Do you mind staying?" Chica asked.
"Uh, sure. I guess I can help." Hope went over and started silently making pizza.
"I know you don't like me," Chica said as she worked, "But I just wanted to talk to you about Goldie. I've noticed how you act around him."
"What do you mean? He's just a good friend." Hope said flustered.
"Yeah, I'm sure he is." Chica said with a knowing look.
"He is! I swear he is just a good friend." Hope said blushing deep red.
Chica smiled and looked at Hope trying not to giggle, "Well you don't have to admit it, but I know the looks you give him. They are the same ones I give my sweet little Fox. I know you like Goldie. I think you two are cute together."
Hope tried her best to hide her blush, but Chica could already tell that she was right.
Why does everyone bother me about Goldie? Is it that obvious that I like him?
"Alright, so what if I like Goldie? I mean I don't! Of course I don't! We're just friends! But if I did, what does it matter to you?" Hope said grumpily.
"Listen Hope. I know I made myself seem like a bitch the other day, but he was talking about my fia- boyfriend. He was talking about my boyfriend. I care about Foxy a lot and it hurt my feelings that he would say something like that. Foxy is an amazing boyfriend! I know he would never cheat on me."
As a flustered Jack was walking away from the stage, he bumped into someone.
"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to that!" Jack said, embarrassed.
"Aye lad, it's fine!" the person replied.
Before he even got up and spun around, Jack knew that voice anywhere. It belonged to the resident manwhore, Foxy. Though Jack couldn't help but feel a pulse of attraction course through him everytime he saw him. He mentally cursed at himself. Why does that happen? He knows he shouldn't find him attractive, considering everything Foxy has done, is doing, and plans on doing.
"Something on ye mind?" Foxy said to the dazed waiter.
"U-uh, nothing!" Jack said.
Foxy smirked. "Why it doesn't look like there's 'nothing' on that pretty face."
Jack shivered. Foxy came in a little closer, and Jack froze.
"You know we could always remedy your little 'problem' or whatever is going on to make you feel this way…" Foxy said, stroking his hand against Jack's flustered cheeks.
Jack jerked away. "Don't touch me here! I-I mean-"
"Oh I see what you mean lad."
The devious grin on Foxy's face caused Jack to tremble.
"Shit shit shit shit." Jack thought to himself. "Why the hell did I say that!? I didn't mean that! Fuck my life."
"I-I didn't mean that." Jack managed to get out.
"Lad," he said, putting an arm on Jack's shoulder, "You don't need to explain yourself to Cap'n Foxy. When you're ready, or maybe not so ready, you'll find me. Or I'll find you. Whatever is more convenient."
With that comment, and a seductive wink, Foxy was off. Jack, still trembling from the encounter and face a bright pink, finally mustered the strength to move. Starting at a slow pace first, he then broke out into a sprint from the lobby to his car, and sped off.
"I guess I see why you felt that way." Hope said. In the back of her mind she knew she should say something about what she saw earlier, but she didn't think Chica would take it very well.
"I may have been mad at Goldie, but he's like my little brother. I love him even when he's a pain in the ass. He's really important to me even when I'm angry, I care. Which gets to my point." Chica trailed off.
"What is your point by the way? You really didn't need my help." Hope said confused.
"Well, even though I'm mad at Goldie he is just like a brother to me. I can see that you two are getting close and just... Don't hurt him. He hasn't been in a relationship before, and the only ones he's seen have ended pretty badly. I don't want my best friend and brother getting hurt. I won't threaten you or anything. I'm not very scary anyways. I'm just gonna ask nicely. If you really like Goldie and want to go out with him, please, don't hurt him. He really doesn't deserve it." Chica sighed as she finished explaining herself.
Hope didn't know how to reply to that, luckily she didn't have to think about it. The girls both looked up as the chef they were speaking about came into the kitchen.
"Uh. hi?" Goldie said confused. "What are you two up to?"
"Nothing Goldie, I was actually just about to leave. I've got a date with my amazing boyfriend." Chica said, a bit of anger lacing her words. She finished up what she was doing and headed out the door to the kitchen leaving Hope and Goldie alone.
"Um." Hope said looking at Goldie, and suddenly realizing just how alone they were. A glance at the clock told her it was after closing. Most of the employees left almost as soon as the restaurant closed. I was very likely that she and Goldie were the only ones left inside the building, other than Mike and Mangle.
"What?" Goldie said nervously. Hope jumped and blushed furiously realizing she had been staring. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, you're perfect. I mean fine! You're fine me and Chica were just chatting about work and… stuff." Hope cursed herself mentally. It seemed like whenever she was around Goldie she felt happy and wasn't so careful about what she said.
"Okay…" Goldie said nervously. "So are you just gonna stand there?" He took a few shuffling steps forward until he was in front of her. He smiled softly looking down at her.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm kinda distracted." Hope said sheepishly. She looked up at him noticing their height difference. For some reason she thought about how her head would fit perfectly under his chin nuzzled into his chest. All she could think about was what Chica had said. She wanted to hug Goldie, but the fear of hurting him if she got too close stopped her.
"I was gonna ask-" Goldie was interrupted by the clang of a pot hitting the floor and a quiet, "Ow!"
The pair of them looked around the room for the source of the sound, then back at each other, confused.
"What was tha-" Hope said cut short as she was shoved forward at the same time as Goldie. Before she could catch herself she was in Goldie's arms, their lips a very short distance away from each other. Everything zoned out for her except for Goldie and the butterflies fluttering in her tummy. It felt like they were frozen like that for hours, but it was only seconds before Goldie looked Hope in the eyes and pulled her in for a sweet, gentle kiss.
"I love you."