• HEATHER •
"Morning Eliott"
I mumble a vagueley coherent response to my boss as I walk into the room, having decided to spend my first break having lunch at the cafe.
Ms Morgan pauses breifly, noting my unenthusiastic tone, before shaking it off and walking away.
I order a burger and fries before trying to relax in my seat. My exhaustion quickly catches up to me however, as I drift away and fall asleep in my seat.
I jump awake minutes later when I hear a panicked shout. I shoot out of my chair and got into fighting stance, ready for an attack.
I awkwardly dropped it once I see the confused and concerned looks on the other customers faces. I spot Chase running into the kitchen right as the scent of smoke fills my nostrils. Sighing, I flop back down into my seat, embarassed and waiting sleepily for my order, which i'm sure will be delayed now.
Minutes later, after the fire was put out and the customers had mostly left, our boss comes storming in looking like a disappointed mother. I and the other rangers gather in the centre of the cafe, expecting an oncoming lecture.
Chase leans back in his seat nonchalantly, despite setting a fire minutes prior. "Come on, one little fire!"
"That could have burned down the entire museum." Ms Morgan scolds.
"And exposed our base." Shelby adds.
Chase stands unwavered, "okay, I get it, I promise to pay more attention to- Moana!" he beelines past them and greets a dark haired lady dressed in a black dress, printed cardigan and a feathered hat.
"How are you? It's been a long time." Chase laughs and smiled at the woman and by the way he grins from ear to ear, I can tell that he has a strong relationship with her.
It's then that he also notices a beautiful young lady accompanying her. Her dark and wavy curls fall past her shoulders on either side. She has a simple white t shirt with pastel pink patterned pants set with a matching fabric belt looped into a bow around the waist.
"Oh my god, you must be Heather! It's awesome to finally meet you!" Chase's eyes light up, hugging both of them.
"The pleasure is mine Chase, really. My mom won't stop telling me about you, it's all good things though." Heather and Chase laugh.
"Quit it, you" Moana teases.
I suddenly feel sick, Chase looks so happy talking to them. Why does the world like to torture me? I bury my depressive thoughts under a kilometre of solid rock and chastise myself under my breath.
"Chase, we need your help." Moana speaks, suddenly sounding serious. "I've had a vision, and- and someone is going to steal from me. Something of great value." she informs.
"Moana's a matakite. A maori fortune teller from New Zealand." Chase explains to the rest of the group.
"I need you to guard my shop." Moana declars, holding onto his arms gently.
"Really? Chase is gonna guard it?" Shelby jokes.
Ms Morgan follows up with "I hope you have a fire extinguisher."
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• HEATHER • Chase Randall
FanfictionA Chase Randall x Male OC story "𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿..." Eliott Slater moved to Amber Beach to spend a year with his uncle after encouragement from his parents, and the worry of money being so tight at home. Ke...
