DECEMBER 19
My office is high up with a big window looking out at New York, and I love it. I can code in peace with the busting streets of New York underneath me. It's a dream come true.
I hear a group of people walking past my office, probably for a meeting. I'm not sure if they're going to one or just leaving one though. Luckily, as coding is all I have to do, my meetings are spread far and thin except for progress reports.
I sigh; my brain can't handle the lines and lines of code anymore. My eyes gaze out the window for a break, then flit down to my phone screen lighting up.
Nick
Okay we all agreed pancakes on christmas eve
y/n
Sounds good
Is it still cool if i stay in the guest room?
Nick
We can put a mattress in your actual room
Or we can all huddle in my room every night like a sleepover
y/n
George would never go for that
Nick
He'll live
I take a deep breath. I haven't been able to sleep since last Friday just at the fact that a week from then I'd be with them again.
I remember the last night I was in that house; the fight between Clay and I.
It's only been a few weeks in New York, but I've found a routine that doesn't involve the thought of him. I've lived my life on what I've been wanting to do, but now I'm going to have to see him again. I can't hide from him in his own house
y/n
I have to ask if he's still mad
Nick
He hasn't really talked about it that much
I think he's just being stubborn
y/n
Oh god.. should i just get a hotel?
Nick
Absolutely not. He's a grown man... he'll have to get over it.
I smile at the text just as a knock sounds on my office door. I glance up to see Ben leaning on the doorframe. "What are you so smiley at?" he asks.
I set my phone down. "Christmas, of course."
He rolls his eyes. "Should've known."
"You really should've." I nod and lean back into my swivel chair. "What brings you here today?"
Ben swings by the office at least once a week to check on things for the Start-Up. Sometimes he's in a rush and has to leave quickly, but sometimes he stops by my office.
"Want to get lunch?" he asks.
I check the clock; I hadn't even realized how long I'd been coding before. "Yeah, just let me grab my coat."
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saturday mornings are for pancakes // a dream x reader fanfiction
Fanfiction"What are you doing in my kitchen?" he asks groggily as he makes his way over to the barstools. I laugh at the way he rubs his eyes. "Making pancakes." He squints up at me, hangover all over his face. "Why are you doing it so early in the morning?" ...
