Sebastian Crown

"Dude," My co-worker and fellow bartender Trevor, called making my jaw tick. It's the side effect of holding back a wince every now and then. I don't like being being called 'dude', I've told him countless of time but it's like it's ingrained into his tongue.

I really doubt Trevor has a brain, it's been almost a year working with him and I've proved this fact over and over. And I've also realized it's useless correcting him and it's not just him, costumers call me dude now and then, hence the jaw ticking now and then. It doesn't even hurt now anymore.

I turned to Trevor with a raised brow. Looking at him tempts me to put a bag over his head and shove him into a cupboard so I can go sell him off after work to the guys rearing and selling chickens. I swear, I see no point to having spikey hair, especially on him. What style is that even? Are you trying to tell people you're related to the family of the Cock? Or that you're a Cock? Or you have a cock?

I bite on my tongue on hold my smile in. I don't think Trevor needs his hair to affirm any of them. They are all pretty obvious... Unless the latter isn't... Sebastian!

"How the fuck did you do it?" Trevor asked, his Australian accent making him more bearable. I don't mind the guy that much, especially when hearing him. That the first thing I said to him: "cool accent".

"Do what?"

"Get the fuck up manager wrapped around your little finger?" Trevor jumped on the counter, smirking at him. "Tell me your secrets."

I shrugged, I wouldn't lie. I am feeling a bit smug about everything, I still can believe I got through to the guy. He looked so impossible at first but just talking to him worked things out. "Just talked."

"Just talk?"

I nodded, "walked up to him politely and told him my problems. Done deal."

"Brilliant fucker, you were the least bit scared?"

"Nope." Now that's a little lie, I was a little scared. I didn't want to lose my job but then I had Flynn's words... I smiled.

"Liar."

"It's true."

"That's so dope."

"I know."

"Or maybe you did something else..." Trevor trailed off, eying me suspiciously.

"Like what?" I raised brow.

"The new owner... Don't tell me his gay..."

"What?" I backpedaled, not expecting that. Now this is the point where he proves his relation to the bird family.

Trevor gasped, "he is, isn't he? What the fuck did you do?"

I can say my whole face ticked because that's how it felted. I glared at Trevor and didn't say anything else, my face felt tight and I knew that if I opened my mouth, I'd do something nasty to Trevor. And I remember promising not to clock him in the face anymore, all the stitches on his nose are all thanks to me.

"What? Tell me please, I wouldn't judge. Who the fuck am I to?"

I continued cleaning the counter and the kegs and the tap heads. We open in less than 30 minutes time and this place usually gets filled up and tedious in the first hour. I can't slack, I wanna be the best at this because despite my dumb and annoying co workers and managers, I love working here. I love what I'm doing and I have a feeling I'd be doing it for a while. It's fun.

"You don't want to talk anymore? Don't tell me he takes it up the ass?"

Inhale. Exhale... Oh fuck it. That's it.

I don't clock or punch Trevor this time. All I do is grab him by his shirt and pull him down to the other side of the counter where I was standing. He lands on the floor with what seems to be a very painful thud.

"Fuck!" He yelped, holding his head and back all at the same time and rolling.

"I have a boyfriend Trevor," I grinded out. "Whether he takes it up the ass or up his spine is none of my fucking business. I would never—" I couldn't even say it. "Don't say rubbish anymore. We just talked."

"Could have just said so dude," he groaned. "I think you've broken my tailbone. Somebody help."

I ignored Trevor and continued what I was doing. Just the idea of being sexual with anybody else makes me want to puke. I have my Flynn and if I wanted to fuck, he's just two hours away. I'd never look at anyone else, he's my everything. Everything.

I glared at the pathway Trevor used to disappear shouting for help like I actually broke his tailbone— whatever that is. Going back to my work, my eyes land on the silver band on my finger and a wide smile took over my face. My kinda engagement ring. Flynn made us get that after I overwhelming proposed to him and then we made sticky disgusting bubble rings and finally got this. I secretly love it, even if I complained about it all being cheesy then. I love it with all of my heart.

Sometimes I think what I feel for Flynn is abnormal. Do people actually get to love another person like this or is this my own personal malfunction? Sometimes it hurts like hell the way I love him. I could think about Flynn and forget how to breathe. Even the books don't explain love well enough, there are absolutely no words.

I bring out my phone to call him and I can't help grinning wider as soon as I see my wallpaper. It's a picture of him smiling so cutely like the sun rose and set on his perfect face. Ryder actually took the picture— on the other side of it that's cut off from the wallpaper is me holding onto him, my nose digging into his neck and I had a weird smile on too. Cringe. When Ryder showed us the picture, Flynn fell in love with it immediately and made each half both our phone's wallpaper. 'It's a rare moment in which our affection and desire for one another was captured on camera'— Flynn's words.

"Anytime you miss me all you have to do is look at your phone and remember just how much I love you," Paxton said, cuddling up closer to me. His eyes were bleary and he was supposed to be the one consoling me.

I held him tighter, "you're going to forget all about me once you go to college. Meet other guys hotter and smarter."

"Stop saying that." He hit my chest, already crying.

"It's true, happens all the time." I poke him jokingly. "Don't you want that? Hotter and smarter?"

"I don't. Stop saying that!" He said again, upset and made to leave. I held him in place.

"Okay fine, I'm sorry."

"Don't joke like that. Please."

Indeed I was joking and being serious too. I swallowed, "so you won't?"

He shook his head, "never. I love you, you're all the hot and smart I would ever need."

I hugged him close, my eyes stinging. "Don't forget me."

"I won't. Promise, we'd talk and I can come back, just say the word."

I chuckled, "your mum would kill you."

"What she doesn't know won't kill her."

"Huh? Naughty, when did you become naughty?!"

He giggled.

"Wanna be naughty in other ways?" I asked, standing up and carrying him bridal style with me.

He shrieked, breaking into a giggle fit. "Sebastian!"

I laughed, tucking my phone back into my pocket. I won't call him now, I don't have enough time to talk and he's probably sleeping. He sleeps early and wakes up later to read in the night. Calling him now would be like a tease. That was our last night before he went for college. Everytime I close my eyes, I hear his giggles.

"What are you smiling about?" Trevor asked, coming back hale and hearty.

I shrugged in response.

"Your boyfriend again?"

I burst out laughing, unable to hold it. "Of course, I'm happy you know that."

He shook his head. "You're going to go mad."

Like I'm sane now.

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