TO BE HONEST...

By: little-wolf246

HI! So the Internship, tho be honest the reason I saw that movie was because Dylan O'Brien was in it, but once I saw it I almost died. Seriously I laughed and that Graham guy just pissed me off. Anyways I have it now -I know took forever to own it- and fanfiction is epic to boom.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Internship (2013) that's all 20th Century Fox's. This is nonprofit story for fan purposes only. I do not own any plot line or characters from the movie but I do however own all original characters.

Warnings: Stuart/OC - eventual smut (because I can and will) - drinking - stripclubs - or really anything you saw in the movie. Capiche?

CHAPTER ONE

Sun filtered through the blinds of her apartment, within the next few minutes her laziness turned into a penalty. The blaring shrill cry of her alarm clock went off, echoing through the small bedroom before she had the will to get up. With a stifled grunt cold wood floors came in contact with her feet.

Cringing while adjusting Joelle make her way to the bathroom.

Peeling off her oversized night shirt and yoga shorts she turned on the shower to extra hot and jumped in under the heated spray. For a while the steaming water hurt, after a while it worked out the tense knots within her muscles. However knowing this shower couldn't last forever and she has a bus to catch Joelle got out and toweled off.

Throwing on a pair of white skinny jeans she paired it with a gray flowy tank top. Adding her black low top converse and a gold necklace she thought for a first impression this would go over well. Rushing back to the bathroom she brushed her teeth before applying some make-up. Since she was little make-up wasn't a big deal for her; a splash of foundation to smooth her skin out, some stuff for her under eye circles and mascara. That was all besides the occasional splash of beeswax chap stick.

Checking herself once more before nodding, she grabbed her messenger bag which held her polaroid, Macbook and other various things. Snatching up her phone from the side table just next to her apartment door she made her way out and followed the instructions a man named Roger Chetty gave her.

Waiting for a few very long minutes a bus with 'Google' decaled on the side pulled up. It was a massive party bus but minus the partying. The driver pulled up and opened the doors for her, letting her aboard. After showing identification she barely had time to find a seat before the bus jolted to life again. A lot of seats were taken but one was open next to a pompous looking asshole.

Never judge a book by it's cover, right?

Sitting in the chair beside the guy he instantly perked up, giving her a smile.

"Hello, I'm Graham Hawtrey." The guy -Graham- introduced, his hand stretched out. Joelle looked him over again, and again. The man was wearing a checkered blazer and had on a gold wrist watch, and to be honest Joelle thought his accent was bullshit.

"Joelle," Joelle introduced back, "so is everyone here an intern?"

Graham scoffed, "Half of them seem to be incapable of resetting a damn web page but interns are interns I guess."

Joelle went from dislike to hate in 0.23 seconds. The guy was a complete dickwad with his faux leather shoes and his shitty attitude for others. Obviously he's never heard of team work or collaboration if he's this stuck up. Joelle ran a nervous hand through her mostly dry sandy brown hair. Graham however beat her too the punch and put a stray hair behind her ear.

"But others like you or the boy six rows behind us? You seem like wonderful, bright, attractive individuals who'd fit right in a Google." Graham said, his voice predatory. Joelle felt her stomach flip in the wrongest way possible as she kept cool. It wasn't creepy so much as it sounded like Graham was into recruiting an A-Team. However when his eyes raked over her, that was the final button.

Joelle stood as the bus came to a halt at Google's headquarters. Rushing off the bus first she glanced back at Graham to catch a wink from him. Not only that but a boy with thick black rimmed glasses and a beanie was looking between her and Graham with a worried expression.

"I'm fine." Joelle said under her breath as she walked into the building as fast she she could without running. Feeling drained already the door seemed twice as hard to get open but she managed. Once inside she was instantly wonderstruck. There was lofts, a slide, and just everything you could want to make a place amazing. Though if she was going to tackle this place she neede breakfast.

Taking a right Joelle made it to the cafe where a coffee bar was. Grabbing a large steamy cup of caffeinated goodness Joelle walked over to the bar where the employees baked and what not. The lanky guy behind the counter smiled and greeted her.

"Can I get a blueberry bagel? Also would it be a bother if you put cream cheese on it?" Joelle asked pulling out a dollar or two.

"Oh ma'am it's no problem, this cafe is complimentary. Everything is free." The guy said asking for a blueberry bagel with cream cheese to another employee. Giving the man a dollar tip anyways he was now occupied with another customer. Glancing over a very tall man came over with a rather loud 'good morning' and two cups of coffee.

"So what's the damage here?" The older man asked the man who'd just helped her.

"Nothing." The barista said, his face lighting up with humor.

The older guy motioned to the two cups of coffee in his hand, "For th-these?"

"Free."

"These are complimentary?"

The barista expanded, "Complimentary, free whatever you want." He finished gentusing to the mass pile of fruit before them. Joelle was now amused, watching the scene unfold through sips of cream and sugar coated coffee.

"So..whatever I walk away with here-" The older guy hesitated, his face in pure bewilderment.

"-is free," The barista finished picking up a banana, "You can have a banana?"

The older man juggled a cup of coffee in his hand and one wedged between his arm and chest as he took both a apple and a banana saying it was the most important meal of the day. The man behind the counter was clearly over milking the poor older man urging him to take another banana and bagels. Suddenly an ebony skinned woman came up and handed her the bagel she'd been waiting for.

Joelle thanked the woman before walking off. However the man who was asking if everything was free was right behind her. Looking back she waited as he approached her.

"Do you know where the interns are meeting up by chance?" He asked, and Joelle marveled at all the food in his hands right now.

Joelle however snapped back into focus, "I'm actually an intern too but the email I got about this program told me it was a hall C. Come on we can get lost together." Joelle said like a buddy system was the best idea in the world. By the time they finally made it to hall C she knew Billy was enrolled at Phoenix online along with his friend Nick.

Joelle sat in the corner away from both Nick and Billy, but far, far away from Graham as the first seminar started. However Joelle wasn't an idiot because she could feel eyes on the back of her neck and from a glance back a minute ago it was the guy with the beanie from the bus.

The phone was a nice trick though, trying to play it off as reading when you're really just observing.

"My name is Roger Chetty," A man with slicked back hair and a cable knit vest said into a microphone, "and I am the head of the Google Intern Program. Welcome to Google. This, won't be your average internship, oh-no. You will do what we do, and we will watch how well you do it. You may represent the finest schools, your intelligence and your achievements are well noted but to excel in this internship you're going to need far more than brain power. What you're going to need is Googliness."

The word itself made the whole room of Nooglers laugh, the made up word sounding silly. Joelle felt a real laugh rip from her throat until Mr. Chetty cut them off.

"Nothing funny," The room went pin drop silent, "Googliness, the intangible stuff which made a search engine an engine for change. Now you'll be divided into teams, by the end of the summer only one team will be guaranteed a full time position. The other 95% of you will not."

By that time Joelle tuned out and read the email that was sent to her. A list of random seminars and building halls were appointed to her while Mr. Chetty said good luck. Hall C erupted into loud chatter as Nooglers filed out the glass doors. Joelle rushed out only to meet Graham smack outside the doors.

"Joelle, lovely seeing you again. Sorry about the whole bus thing, I just really think you and me leading a team would work out great." Graham said, taking a step closer. Panic rose in her chest, that bagel threatened to come up, but she was frozen.

Suddenly a tan girl with bouncy black curls came up with a wicked grin.

"Hi I'm Neha," The girl -Neha- said, her eyes icly on Graham who looked more than pissed, "I couldn't help but see we have seminars together. I thought we could pair up and stick together?"

Joelle nodded frantically, "Yes. I'd love to buddy up." Neha linked their arms and walked to building B where most interns were going. There was a pep talk about Graham and how he rubbed off as creepy on the bus even before Joelle got on. From then on they vowed to stick together, like a tag team.

Entering the building it had the same awestruck feel as the main one. Walking up a flight of stairs they made it to a meeting room with all glass walls. Various people were in there, one of which was beanie and glasses guy who looked up from his phone the moment her and Neha walked past him and sat a few rows back. For some reason her cheeks burned red but faded when spotting Graham giving Billy and a blond guy -surely Nick- a hard time at the door for a moment.

"I hate him already." Joelle said, keeping her voice down.

Neha let out a sigh, "Tell me about it. Plus that blazer?"

"I know! That was my first thought." Joelle said and Neha let out a small chuckle as Chetty walked in, his strut almost as posh as Graham's. Turning on the screen he began to talk about how though this work place was unconventional they still had rules. Joelle listened and when Mr. Chetty asked about having a beer with your boss everyone raised the red paddle indicating no while both Nick and Billy raised the green one proudly.

"Some of us aren't over twenty-one." Mr. Chetty said, his eyes like daggers to the two old souls.

"Some of us are over twenty-one. If you wanna grab a cold one with me, I'll be happy to do that." Billy said, and Joelle bit her lip and Neha nudged her to shut up.

"I will not be...grabbing a cold one with you." Mr. Chetty said quite annoyed at this point.

"You get high?" Billy asked, and Joelle couldn't hold it in any more. Her laugh echoed in the almost dead silent room, her stomach hurting after a bit. Mr. Chetty raised an eyebrow as he clasped his hands together.

The room turned to her, Graham looking unimpressed, beanie guy smirking, Neha giggling herself and Nick and Billy smiling at her. Mr. Chetty waited a moment, "Care to share what's so funny Mrs. Bishop?"

"Well I just find it hilarious how quickly you shot them down. I mean you've been twenty-one before, and to be honest I bet you've got a beer or two with some co-workers from time to time. If I may say Billy and Nick here seem pretty cool, hell I'd grab a cold one with them." Joelle said, sitting straighter and taming her giggle fit. Both older men lit up while Chetty stood there motionless until continuing.

"You just won." Neha whispered, playfully punching her arm.

Joelle finished the rest of the day with a big smile.