"Well that didn't end the way I expected. At least nobody important died," Andy handed me my fruit smoothie as he slid into the booth across the table.
"For God's sake, who have you killed now!?" I demanded, giving the smoothie the same dirty looks I gave him.
"Seven billion people in the world, and you're overreacting because I killed one man!" He half yelled, by then most people in the room had gone silent.
"But-" I started at a whisper before he cut me off.
"Seven. Billion. People. Now quit the complaining and drink your smoothie," he sighed.
"You're driving me completely and utterly mad!" I explained in frustration.
"It's in the Job description, I mean literally. You wrote it right there," he pulled the application from his pocket and pointed to it.
"There are at least seventeen ways this could've gone better. Like seriously, I'm counting them right now you moron." I now had twenty ways it could've gone better.
"Quit complaining and drink the smoothie," he grumbled.
I gave it one last skeptical look before I unwrapped a straw and started drinking it. The taste of mangoes, oranges, and strawberries filled my mouth. I sat in silence, wondering who Andy killed...this time. Last time it was the mailman, just because the poor guy delivered Andy's package to the wrong house.
"Who'd you kill Andy?" I asked.
"What? Oh, it's nobody," he sipped his coffee.
"Well they're nobody now, they're dead. But who were they before?"
"People who deserved what they received from me," he said casually.
I frowned and gave him a no-duh look, "come on man, you can tell me, I won't tell anyone."
"Oh crap," he shrunk in his seat when people walked in. The door was to my back so I couldn't tell who they were.
"What? Who are they?" I whispered, not daring to look over my shoulder.
He kept his head low and pulled a crossword from his bag. Uh-oh, this was not good. Crossword meant trouble, big trouble. I resisted the temptation to just turn and look, but I was growing impatient.
The the phrase "ignore it and it'll go away" does NOT apply with a dozen cop cars chasing you.
So this is something that I wrote years ago on my tablet, it's old and is probably kinda sucky compared to my writing now, but oh well. If you see any errors please let me know so I can fix them.
If you want anything specific, let me know and I'll see what I can do. As always, I'm here if anyone needs to talk.
~BookLoverPaige
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One Shots And Short Stories I'm Too Lazy To Write Books About
ActionThese are just some ideas I have for writing. Some aren't enough to be much if anything, just short stories. None are connected unless specified. I do not own Marvel, nor any of the pictures unless otherwise stated. All characters and storylines ar...
