Author's Note: I've got a 6teen Fanfic that's just bouncing around my head, so, feel free to put me on Author Alert if you wanna read that. Cuz... Stoked fans are usually 6teen fans...
Also, sorry I'm taking so long. If you wanna read daily or something, go ahead and read my livejournal instead. Updated more often because no planning is involved.
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"What?! That's so not fair." Lo said as she examined her nails.
"I know! It's so not fair, I mean, I have a freaking break, why can't I just---- and.. Oh my god, I have a strike! I just need two more, and I'm out of this crappy job, and.. Ugh.. What do I do?" Fin ranted, her voice steadily growing shriller.
"Well, maybe, you should go to Bummer and ask him if you could get rid of the strike if you did some extra work. It is better than having that strike looming over your head. And the work couldn't be as bad as cleaning up the rooms, right?"
"I guess so.." Fin said hesitantly. Lo had a point there. "I'll go ask him after my shift. Speaking of, where are the kids you were watching?"
"Oh, I don't know-- What?! Oh, sorry, Fin, I gotta go!" Lo ran apologetically away.
Fin sent her a weak smile and set off toward the 10th floor.
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"Bro, a strike's pretty serious." Broseph stated, lying on the luggage cart.
"Yeah, I know it is! That's why I want to get rid of it!" Reef repeated slowly for the fifteenth time.
"It means you could get fired, or something, dude." Broseph reflected.
"No. Freaking. Duh!" Reef stomped like a child. "Johnny, help me out!" He looked weakly over at the front desk, sending a puppy dog face at Johnny.
"Sorry, man, I can't get rid of strikes from the computer. It's the computer," He said with a gleam of adoration in his eyes, "But it can't do it."
"Awwww, man. This blows!"
"You could always ask Bummer to take it away. But you'll have to do something for him." Broseph said contemplatively.
"Broseph! That's the smartest thing you've said all day!" Reef jumped up and hugged Broseph, and promptly turned toward the beach to finish his shift.
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"What are you doing here?" Fin asked ferociously.
"I'm here to get rid of a strike." Reef said proudly, slamming a fish into his chest.
"Oh." Fin replied, somewhat quieter.
"Fin. Reef. What do you want?" Bummer walked out of his office, glaring at the two of them.
"Well, sir, we understand we have strikes---"
"---And I want to get rid of mine." Fin cut in.
"Hmmmm…" Bummer appeared to concentrate. "Well, I guess you two could do some odd jobs. But you still need to report to your shifts."
"I'll take it!" Reef exclaimed. Everything he said appeared to be an exclamation today.
"When do we report for duty?" Fin asked.
"6AM at the golf courses till your shift, and 7PM after your shift until 9."
"Awww, that---" Reef began, about to say "blows".
"That's greeeeat!" Fin slapped a tan hand over Reef's mouth and smiled cheesily at Bummer. Bummer harrumphed, and stalked off.
"What the heck was that for?"
"Do you want another strike? God, you're such a kook. Use your frickin' brain!"
"I use it…" Reef said, appearing hurt.
"God, whatever." Fin stomped toward the elevator with a scowl.
"She so wants me." Reef grinned to himself happily.
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Ring.
"Awww, who set their alarm wrong?" Emma yawned. Lo rolled over in her bed and mumbled something incoherent.
"Sorry, guys. I have to get up early for the extra shifts." Fin apologized, pulling her white capris on.
"Nah, it's okay. What time is it anyway?" Emma rolled over in her bed to look at the clock.
"5:45.." Fin said hesitantly.
Emma groaned. "Can't you set a personal timer or something?"
"Ummm…" Fin looked around, searching for an answer. "I know, I'll set my phone to vibrate, and put it under my pillow."
"Mmmm, yeah, okay… sure…" Emma mumbled, already falling asleep again.
Grabbing a blue jacket from her bag, Fin ran and zipped at the same time. Brushing her teeth quickly, she ran toward the hotel.
"Fin!" Reef's ever-cheerful voice called out.
"Hey."
"What do you think Bummer's got for us?"
"I don't care."
"Why're you always so 'I don't care' about everything? Can't you just talk to me?" Reef stopped, looking at Fin seriously. Fin blushed.
"Well, yeah. I just.. Don't care. And I don't want to." Fin muttered, starting toward the hotel again.
"You're gonna have to talk to me sooner or later.." Reef called out teasingly.
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"Garden duty, figures." Fin muttered.
"It's better than cleaning toilets… oh wait, you do that already." Reef teased. Fin raised her dirt filled shovel menacingly.
"Hey! Hey! I was joking!" Reef raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.
"It's humiliating enough wearing the outfit!" Fin said angrily, raising the shovel even more. Reef made a grab for her arms, and the shovel went flying.
"Kook!" Fin yelled, and pushed him. Reef ran at her and half-hugged-half-tackled her.
"Let go of me, you… stupid… kook!" Fin struggled in Reef's arms for a while before she noticed how warm she had gotten.
"Never gonna let go…" Reef grinned to himself.
"Reef, what are you doing?" Fin yelled.
"Hugging you." Reef said simply, thoroughly enjoying himself. Sarcastic Fin, so in denial. He was just guiding her through some self-provided obstacles.
"Ugh." Fin groaned, but made no attempt to escape from his bear hug. It was kind of comfortable. She sighed, and settled into the hug against her better judgement.
"You're soft."
"You too."
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"Fin! Reef! No canoodling on the job! Get back to work!" Bummer barked.
"This goes nowhere." Fin narrowed her eyes at Reef as soon as she got out of the hug.
"Fine."
"What?" Fin said, completely taken aback. She had expected some sort of protest, blackmail, even.
"What? I never kiss and tell." Reef replied, smirking mischievously.
"What!? Reef! We never--" Fin shouted angrily.
"Quiet! You'll wake the guests! Are you guys trying to get rid of strikes or get more?!" Bummer yelled threateningly from around the corner. Reef winked at her.
"No, seriously, I won't say anything. After all, nothing happened." He said with a twinge of hope, desperately hoping she'd contradict him.
"Nothing happened." Fin repeated, agreeing, with some sort of strange feeling in her chest, and she was sure it wasn't last night's lukewarm dinner.
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"Where's Reef?" Johnny asked.
"I don't know… I haven't seen Fin yet either. Oooooh, do you think they're hooking up again? That's so cute. And they are so into each other." Lo squealed.
"Ummmm… I don't think…" Johnny began, remembering Fin's glare on the first day of work.
"Hey, Lo." Fin called out, already in her yellow maid's outfit. Please let them not have been talking about hooking up… Please, please, PLEASE. So embarrassing the first time around. After all, nothing happened…
"So…. Where's Reef? Did you guys hook up?" Lo asked, stepping closer in a conspiratorial manner.
"What? No!" Fin denied loudly. "Why? What did he tell you?" She asked nervously.
"Aha! So you guys did hook up! I can't wait to tell Emma!" Lo pranced happily toward the gigantic pirate ship of a restaurant.
Fin groaned.
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Reef walked confidently toward the front desk, feeling pretty good about himself. Whistling to himself, he closed his eyes and remembered the scene an hour ago.
Ahhhhh, pure heaven. Fin's sun-bleached blonde hair had smelled like the ocean, but with the tiniest hint of strawberry.
Opening his eyes, he saw Johnny standing by the front desk, making a cutting gesture at his neck. He shrugged confusedly back at him, and Johnny slapped his forehead in exasperation. Suddenly, a yellow blur stopped in front of him and two hand gripped his should and shook.
"What did you tell Lo? What the hell did you tell Lo? I am going to kill you. I'm so going to kill you." Fin said in an inhuman voice, not unlike the Hulk.
"Nothing! I didn't tell Lo anything! I just got here!" Reef protested.
Fin narrowed her eyes at him, searching his brown ones for the tiniest bit of dishonesty.
"I believe you."
"Yes! So, Fin, I was wondering, do you wanna---" Reef's preposition was cut off by Bummer's enhanced voice on the speakers.
"ALL JUNIOR STAFF MEET IN THE LOCKERS!"