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Intern 2 fastened the tie around his neck and straightened his suit. Another workday. He was mentally preparing himself for the verbal and physical onslaught that was to come at a usual day working at MyMusic. He gritted his teeth and started walking to the studio. His mind was riddled with questions and thoughts as he walked down the street, but he tried to clear his mind ready for work. He couldn’t bring outside problems to the workplace; that would be unprofessional.

Before he knew it, the brown-haired intern was standing outside the double doors of the MyMusic building. He sighed quickly and took in a breath as he walked in.

“Intern 2! You’re here!”

The girl trilled behind the reception desk. She had a genuinely happy expression, which was slightly contrasted by the excessive amounts of eyeliner rimming her hazel eyes. Her straight, black hair bobbed up and down slightly as she waved her arms about, revealing a few yellow and pink highlights under the main body of hair. This was to be expected of his fellow, affecting intern though, as she seemed to dye her highlights different colours every week. He gave a slight wave and a curt nod as he walked over to his side of the desk and slid onto his chair. He still had to share a desk with the scene girl as his boss didn’t think the intern was worthy his own desk. He sighed and opened his laptop.

The company was relatively empty this early; the interns got there before anyone else with half an hour to spare. The girl next to him kept giggling at regular intervals, and he shook his head as he glanced over to see her updating her tumblr account with no doubt that she was posting some gif that she found funny. Typical. He was about to mention that she should be doing her work when he heard the doors swing open and a man pounced into the room.

“Yo dawgs, it about to get crazy up in here!”

It was his friend, Hip Hop, acting tough and gangster. The intern knew him well, and he wasn’t actually into rapping or anything like that. In fact, he was quite the nerd, and yet he had to keep up the ruse in fear of being fired and going to the rats. Posers weren’t treated well in this establishment. Intern 2 wondered why Hip Hop had even tried to join MyMusic as ‘Hip Hop’ in the first place, if he was faking, but he dispelled the thought and offered his friend a receptive reply.

“Hey there.”

The story of why they had become friends was long and complicated, and the intern still didn’t understand friendship that much. His only friend outside of work was a squirrel named Squirrel. Some people thought that was sad, but Squirrel was quite a chirpy little rodent and was happy to be the intern’s friend. Well, at least he thought it was happy. Squirrel didn’t open up to the intern as much as he had hoped.

“So…what’re you thinkin’ ‘bout, homie?”

The intern looked up and realised that the man in front of him had been trying to get his attention for the last few minutes. He blinked before replying.

“Oh, nothing really.”

“Ok, gotta go to my desk to do work…son…”

He added the ‘son’ as an afterthought as he noticed Scene humming to herself next to the intern. When he was around Intern 2 he could let his guard down but whilst anyone else was around he still had to act gangster in case anyone worked out he was fake. He mouthed ‘see you’ to the intern before striding off towards his desk.

About half an hour later the rest of the crew arrived, and the intern swallowed as his boss marched in.

“Hi Indie!”

The black-haired intern jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around the boss, catching him by surprise and toppling off balance. They both crashed to the floor, locked in an embrace. Indie’s face turned red as he gently pushed the hyper girl aside. The brown-haired intern glanced at them with a slightly disdainful look and wondered whether he should say something or not. He decided on the former.

“Are you ok…?”

The hipster brushed himself off and managed to mumble a few words before the scene girl jumped on him again as he tried to get up.

“Shut up, Intern 2-gaaah!”

Scene was always like this nowadays since Indie had agreed to be her boyfriend. He still didn’t get how it worked, but it somehow did. He shook his head and started typing on his laptop again as the happy intern and boss squabbled.

“Hey, Scene, you maybe think we could do this AFTER work?”

“But I need to express my love for you Indie, I can’t help it!”

The moustached man sighed and gave her a quick hug.

“I really need to get to my office, tell Intern 2 to make me some Kombucha, ok?”

He released her from the embrace and walked into his office. The scene girl squealed and waltzed over to her desk, ignoring the brunette intern entirely. He sighed and got up from his chair, muttering.

“Hey Intern 2, can you go and make some Kombucha for Indie?”

“Oh, sure Intern 2, I can do that! Thanks for asking so politely!”

“Always a pleasure, Intern 2, always a pleasure.”

The intern shook his head and walked off.

Description
Intern 2 fastened the tie around his neck and straightened his suit. Another workday. He was mentally preparing himself for the verbal and physical onslaught that was to come at a usual day working at MyMusic. He gritted his teeth and started walking to the studio. His mind was riddled with questions and thoughts as he walked down the street, but he tried to clear his mind ready for work. He couldn’t bring outside problems to the workplace; that would be unprofessional.

Before he knew it, the brown-haired intern was standing outside the double doors of the MyMusic building. He sighed quickly and took in a breath as he walked in.

“Intern 2! You’re here!”

The girl trilled behind the reception desk. She had a genuinely happy expression, which was slightly contrasted by the excessive amounts of eyeliner rimming her hazel eyes. Her straight, black hair bobbed up and down slightly as she waved her arms about, revealing a few yellow and pink highlights under the main body of hair. This was to be expected of his fellow, affecting intern though, as she seemed to dye her highlights different colours every week. He gave a slight wave and a curt nod as he walked over to his side of the desk and slid onto his chair. He still had to share a desk with the scene girl as his boss didn’t think the intern was worthy his own desk. He sighed and opened his laptop.

The company was relatively empty this early; the interns got there before anyone else with half an hour to spare. The girl next to him kept giggling at regular intervals, and he shook his head as he glanced over to see her updating her tumblr account with no doubt that she was posting some gif that she found funny. Typical. He was about to mention that she should be doing her work when he heard the doors swing open and a man pounced into the room.

“Yo dawgs, it about to get crazy up in here!”

It was his friend, Hip Hop, acting tough and gangster. The intern knew him well, and he wasn’t actually into rapping or anything like that. In fact, he was quite the nerd, and yet he had to keep up the ruse in fear of being fired and going to the rats. Posers weren’t treated well in this establishment. Intern 2 wondered why Hip Hop had even tried to join MyMusic as ‘Hip Hop’ in the first place, if he was faking, but he dispelled the thought and offered his friend a receptive reply.

“Hey there.”

The story of why they had become friends was long and complicated, and the intern still didn’t understand friendship that much. His only friend outside of work was a squirrel named Squirrel. Some people thought that was sad, but Squirrel was quite a chirpy little rodent and was happy to be the intern’s friend. Well, at least he thought it was happy. Squirrel didn’t open up to the intern as much as he had hoped.

“So…what’re you thinkin’ ‘bout, homie?”

The intern looked up and realised that the man in front of him had been trying to get his attention for the last few minutes. He blinked before replying.

“Oh, nothing really.”

“Ok, gotta go to my desk to do work…son…”

He added the ‘son’ as an afterthought as he noticed Scene humming to herself next to the intern. When he was around Intern 2 he could let his guard down but whilst anyone else was around he still had to act gangster in case anyone worked out he was fake. He mouthed ‘see you’ to the intern before striding off towards his desk.

About half an hour later the rest of the crew arrived, and the intern swallowed as his boss marched in.

“Hi Indie!”

The black-haired intern jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around the boss, catching him by surprise and toppling off balance. They both crashed to the floor, locked in an embrace. Indie’s face turned red as he gently pushed the hyper girl aside. The brown-haired intern glanced at them with a slightly disdainful look and wondered whether he should say something or not. He decided on the former.

“Are you ok…?”

The hipster brushed himself off and managed to mumble a few words before the scene girl jumped on him again as he tried to get up.

“Shut up, Intern 2-gaaah!”

Scene was always like this nowadays since Indie had agreed to be her boyfriend. He still didn’t get how it worked, but it somehow did. He shook his head and started typing on his laptop again as the happy intern and boss squabbled.

“Hey, Scene, you maybe think we could do this AFTER work?”

“But I need to express my love for you Indie, I can’t help it!”

The moustached man sighed and gave her a quick hug.

“I really need to get to my office, tell Intern 2 to make me some Kombucha, ok?”

He released her from the embrace and walked into his office. The scene girl squealed and waltzed over to her desk, ignoring the brunette intern entirely. He sighed and got up from his chair, muttering.

“Hey Intern 2, can you go and make some Kombucha for Indie?”

“Oh, sure Intern 2, I can do that! Thanks for asking so politely!”

“Always a pleasure, Intern 2, always a pleasure.”

The intern shook his head and walked off.