- Call Me // Blondie
Short but homework is killing my life. And if any of the present girls want to use/mention Scarlett feel free please and thanks :)
Scarlett Leigh; September 5
“There are going the be so many people!” I told Bradley for what was probably the fourth, maybe fifth or sixth time this morning as I paced the length of my office.
“People are good Scarlett.” He pointed out from where he was leaning nonchalantly against my desk, “People bring money. Money keeps this place running.” I knew that, I wasn’t a total idiot. God.
“What if no one comes then?” I asked, stopping and turning towards him as the thought suddenly occurred to me, “That would be a disaster.”
“Scarlett.” He said warningly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, I’m serious Bradley.” I frowned, because he was not taking this seriously and it was important.
“You need to calm down Scarlett.” He finally stepped towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders, “This place is great and there’s lots of hype surrounding it. You will be fine.”
“What if everyone just comes for ghosts?” I asked quietly, leaning my head up to look at him.
He shrugged again, “Well then they come for ghosts, but they’re money is as good as any other money.”
“That’s not reassuring.” I groaned, leaning forward to rest my head against his chest. His really, really well defined chest.
“I’m not trying to be reassuring I’m trying to be honest here.” He said bluntly. He was always blunt with me, which was nice, I guess he didn’t fear being fired like so many people here did. I would fire him though, if I had to. I really hoped I never had to.
“Want to try being reassuring?” I asked, not moving my head because I was not ready to face people. The Museum would be opening in less than 2 hours and there was so much last minute preparation to be doing. Other people could do it though; it’s what they were paid for.
“Not really.” I felt him shrug.
“Do you want me to still be sane at the end of the day?” I asked, squeezing my eyes shut, because well looking at our feet was getting weird.
“I think you’re level of sanity is high questionable as is.”
“Bradley.” I pulled away to glare at him, though his hands were still resting on my shoulders, “You are not helping at all.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He grinned at me before pulling me into a bear hug, “People will come for the museum because you’ve made this place amazing. Is that better?”
“Yes thank you.” I nodded against his chest, wrapping my arms around him in return. I mean I knew this was going to be fine, it had to be fine but a girl was allowed to freak out about all the hard work she’d put into something going down the drain right?
It was then that the door burst open, “Scarlett where are the…oh shit I’m interrupting. Sorry.” Seth was standing in the door looking sort of like he’d walked in on his parents having se.x
“Where is the what Seth?” I asked, turning towards him though Bradley’s arms still remained loosely around my shoulders.
“Umm where are the guides?” He asked.
“The maps?” I asked questioningly. He nodded, “They should be by the front desk.”
“Well they’re not.” He sounded like he expected me to eat him. Though that might have been Bradley.
“Give me a second and I’ll come and look myself.” I pretty much dismissed him.
We waited until the door clicked shut before Bradley and I burst into laughter. We had too much fun when the staff thought we were dating or something, and sometimes I swear Bradley went out of the way to make it appear we were. Which we weren’t, if you hadn’t got that.
“I guess I better go sort out this incompetence.” I rolled my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder. Or really his arm, because that is what I could reach.
“Maybe it’s not incompetence,” he was grinning and I could totally hear a lame joking coming, “Maybe the ghosts moved them.”
“Shut up.” I hit him, with perhaps more force than necessary on the chest before untangling myself from him, “you just make everything worse around here.”
“You don’t mean that.” He was still grinning like an idiot as I wrenched the door open.
“Whatever.” I grumbled.
“Hey Scarlett,” He called, just as I was about to leave.
“Yes?” I turned towards him, not expecting him to be as close as he was.
Bradley leant forward and planted a peck on my cheek, “Good luck. You’ll be fine.” He grinned, before pushing me out into the hallway and shutting the door behind him.
And I totally believed him, I mean really how chaotic could this even get? It wouldn’t be even half as bad as I expected.