By Chance - Zack X Reader

Work

*Oof my bad, posted this a little late*
After we ate breakfast, I told Zack that I had to go to work.

"Where do you work?" He asked.

"At a small restaurant downtown." I said as I tied my shoes.

"Well I'm coming with you." He said.

He went to grab his scythe but I stopped him.

"You can't bring a fucking scythe to my job! If you're gonna tag along you have to act like a normal person, which means no bloody sweatshirt!" I told him.

"What?! Aww! Fine." He grumbled as he walked upstairs to change.

"Jeez, I don't know how I'm supposed to pull this off." I whispered.

He came back down a few minutes later in a plain black t-shirt and his usual pants and shoes.

"Better. Now, let's go because I'm gonna be late." I grabbed his hand and we began walking.

"So how long before we get there?" He questioned.

"Around 10 minutes of walking, it's not actually that far from my house." I smiled.

"That's good, I hate walking." Zack said.

"Well you're in luck, I don't go anywhere so I'm usually sitting at home whining because I have no friends and in turn am forced to eat ice cream which makes me gain weight and makes me hate myself because I let it happen." I said quickly.

Zack was quiet for a second as he took in what all I said.

"You're not fat." He stated.

"Thank you." I said under my breath.

We continued our walk and eventually arrived at my workplace, Bobby's Bar.

I walked through the front door and waved at everyone.

This restaurant was pretty small, so all the workers here are really close, we consider each other family.

"Hey! Is Bobby here?" I asked.

"Yeah he's in the back." Kiley, a bartender here said.

"Alright thanks." I took Zack's hand again and led him to the back of the restaurant, a place that only employees are allowed in.

"Bobby! I brought a friend with me. Hope that's okay." I said as I walked in.

Bobby is the man that owns the restaurant, he's older, mid 50's, and is pretty much every worker here's adoptive father.

"Yeah that's fine, as long as he doesn't get in the way. What's your name, son?" He asked, looking up from his papers.

"Zack." Zack inched closer to me.

"Boyfriend of yours, (Y/N)?" Bobby asked.

My face went red and I hurried to answer.

"Nonono, nothing like tha-" Zack cut me off.

"Yeah." He said.

"Wha?!" I looked at Zack and gave him an accusing glare.

"No, we aren't dating." I said.

"But that's not what he said." Bobby pointed his pen at us and waved it between us.

"Yeah but he lied." I explained.

"No I didn't, you said so yourself that it wasn't weird if I kissed you, and last I checked that means were dating." Zack said.

"Okay but what about Jason's house? You said that we were together before the kiss!" I accused.

"Yeah? We walked there together." Zack explained.

Of course the innocent boy thinks that that's what 'together' means.

I mentally facepalmed and shook my head.

"Zack, in order to be in a relationship with someone, you have to ask them to date you." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh. Well then no, we aren't dating." Zack said.

"Alright then." Bobby coughed awkwardly.

"Anyway, get to work. Your shift started 2 minutes ago." He adjusted the papers on his desk.

I sighed and nodded, pulling Zack along with me as I left the room.

"So what do you do now?" He asked.

"I do what I do best, cook." I put my apron on and tied it around my waist.

"Oh." Zack said simply.

I walked over to the stove and grabbed a few pans, then lit a burner.

"Any orders?" I yelled to the waitresses.

Sasha came over and handed me a ticket before walking back to take care of another table.

Two burgers and a medium order of fries.

Alright, let's get today over with.

All throughout the day, Zack watched me as I cooked.

He would occasionally help the waitresses with the drinks, but other than that he sat on his ass doing nothing.

"Zack you have a staring problem." I sighed and glanced at him.

"Yeah so? Am I not allowed to look at you?" He crossed his arms.

"No, actually, you aren't." I said matter-of-factly.

"Sucks for you cause I'm gonna keep doing it anyway. You aren't my boss!" Zack argued like a 5 year old.

"I could easily kick your ass." I scoffed.

"No you couldn't! You're weak!" Zack laughed.

"Yeah we'll see about that." I rolled up my sleeves and walked over to him.

"You wanna go, short stuff?!" Zack mocked me playfully.

"We need table 4's order!" Kiley shouted at us.

"Yeah, (Y/N)! Stop flirting with your boyfriend and do your job!" Sasha teased.

"Ah! Shut up! I'm going!" I glared at Zack from the corner of my eye as I continued cooking.

———
After work Zack and I were walking home.

It was about 7 so it wasn't too late, we still had some day light left.

"Man I'm so tired." I yawned.

"Yeah just watching you made me tired." Zack chuckled.

"No kidding, my feet are killing me." I complained.

"Well I'm not carrying you." He said.

"I didn't ask you to carry me. I don't need no mans!" I said sassily.

Zack rolled his eyes and picked up his pace.

I laughed a bit and caught up with him.

———

I sighed and flopped into bed, groaning.

Jeez today really wore me out.

Work doesn't normally have this effect on me.

Was it Zack?

He was the only thing different about today.

Man I need a vacation.

Well, might as well get some sleep.

Still pretty early though, maybe I shouldn't.

Nah fuck it I don't need a sleep schedule!

I don't even know what that is!

Whatever.