#just wanted somethin basic off a classic rock station lol literally looked up what my closest one was playing

[livfastdieyoung69]

(the girl across the street pt.2)

January sucks. Everyone and their damn mothers does their dumb New Year’s Resolutions, and decides they want to lose weight. In turn, no one eats out, and every restaurant you could possibly think of gets no business. Dead, completely empty. Including The Beef.

Mikey had taken to the office to pretend to do paperwork, but after a couple games of Candy Crush, he’d grown bored again. With a big sigh, he pulled himself out of the chair in the way every man who’s either above 30 or works too much does. The office door opens, and the rest of the staff are sitting around, grumbling and staring at the clock. There wasn’t even anything left to clean, The Beef hadn’t been this spotless since last January.

Mikey mumbles, goin’ for a smoke, while he leaves, just loud enough so that hopefully someone caught it. Wasn’t like they’d need him anyways, but he heard at least one grumble of acknowledgment before the door closed behind him.

He took his usual spot, on the milk crates stacked up right on the corner- it let you see down the creepy alley behind every restaurant on this side of the street, and down the even creepier alley just between The Beef and its neighboring building that led towards the road.

He should’ve wore a coat, but the breeze was sorta nice and it wasn’t snowing anymore. A lot nicer than sitting inside the office, he always got a headache if he stayed in there for two long (that was probably the mold in the ceiling). The silence was nice too, calming for the usual rush hours.

A whistle, sharp and high-pitched, but quiet in the pushing wind travels to Mikey’s ears. He perks up in his seat- looking down creepy alley one, to find nothing. Another whistle, telling him, practically speaking to him, in her silky, smooth voice and he can picture her little smirk while it whispers from her lips- wrong way.

He stands, tries to hide the grin that grows on his face by holding his head downwards as he starts walking towards her silhouette. She’s leaning against the light pole right in front of the pizza place, a cigarette in her hand too. Mikey remembers the one in his hand at the sight of hers, and has to drop it in the middle of the road before it burns him.

She just stares at him while he approaches- taking a drag and letting the smoke flow from her teeth. He wouldn’t have noticed the small black piece in her ear, but something was playing loud enough that it just sounded like muffled drums to him. She takes Mikey in, looking up and down while offering the cigarette.

Little cold for no coat, hm? God, she fucking kills him. Her and that playful little tone, it kills him. He shrugged, handing the cigarette back. Wasn’t very often he found himself speechless, but here she had him, with no words. Silence comes by again, and they listen to the wind while it passes along. Wanna pizza? She could see he was pretending like he wasn’t cold, and had nothing better to do than bring him inside.

Mikey follows her back to the pizza place, and watches as she grabs a dough from the fridge, coating it in flour and tossing it around. She lets him pick the toppings and he asks if she owns the place. Hell no, she scoffs, but family does.

While the pizza cooks she sits on the metal culinary table, and Mikey wags a finger at her and tells her, thats unsanitary, ma’am, with his big grin. She scoffs at him, yeah, okay, and pushes his shoulder just a little, and tells him how she just saw Richie standing on the front counter yesterday. She hops off anyways, and stands hip to hip with him instead.

They stay in the back when it’s done, and eat it on an unfolded pizza box off of the metal table she’d been sitting on earlier. Mikey teases, and pretends to write her a bad review, and she shoves his shoulder again and walks off with the promises of a soda.

She comes back with a bottle, liquid swinging in its plastic while she sways to the song that started playing over the radio while she was gone. His grin grows when he notices she’s humming the guitar solo under her breath.

“Got some skills, there.” He tries his hand at teasing, but she just keeps going, and her humming turns into lip syncing, and suddenly she’s dancing over in front of him. He’s laughing, and now she’s singing, and taking his hands in hers, and leaning back so he has no choice but to steady her with a hand to the hips and the other splaying across her lower back.

If she don’t her way, she’ll slice you apart,she grins, a finger pulling him closer by the shirt, moves like a cat, her shoulders shimmy just a little and her feet shuffle, taking him with her until her backs to the other counter feet away, if you don’t get her game, you might not make it back.

Mikey finds himself speechless again, and hopes to god no one sees what this women does to him. He knows one thing though, that song was sure as hell made for her.

She’s got the looks that kill, she finally finishes with the song, swaying back over to her seat, and he can’t find anything else in himself to do but shake his head and finish his slice.

An hour later he opens the back door to The Beef back up, trying to contain his grin, and hiding the leftover plastic wrapped pizza under his shirt. Before he can run back into the office, Richie is glaring at him, arms crossed like a scored mother.

She’s got you bad man. He shakes his head before Mikey can even defend himself. Bad.