For once, you whole-heartedly appreciated the bustling crowd of people around you.
They weaved between you and Morgan, blocking your view of them every few seconds. Even so, you couldn't break the soul-sucking eye contact between you.

To your surprise, Morgan didn't look entirely shocked. Like they knew you were here. And maybe they did - maybe Olive had told them about the different employees on their first day. But they still looked anxious as anything, and they looked like they were about to start walking towards you.

"Olive!" You hissed, tugging at her arm. The closer Morgan got, the more despair loomed over you, "can you come with me? Like, right now?"

Olive looked down at you moodily, her teeth bared, "I manage you, Y/N, not the other way round."
"Please!" You whispered, hardly daring to glance in Morgan's direction, "I'll make it up to you. Like- um- I'll by you one of those expensive bubble teas!"

That seemed to grab Olive's attention. "Whatever, L/N. Let's get going."

Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you dragged Olive into the back room and slammed the door shut, flopping down onto one of the stools and staring intensely at the mirror. You looked like you'd just seen a ghost.
"So- Y/N. Can you explain that all to me?" Olive sat down next to you, tapping her nails on the desk, "cause I am fucking confused. I have a meeting in ten and I can't deal with any of this 'middle school crush' crap today."

"OH. No- you've got it wrong. VERY wrong. Well, technically right, but, um. It's not that simple." You face palmed, taking a deep breath, "that person over there is my old partner."

Olive sat up in her chair.

"And... you know- things didn't end so well. They stormed out, I stormed out... it was messy. And I'm not sure I wanna talk to them right now."

Olive's reaction was instant. "I. Will. MURDER that guy." She paced around the room, the heels of her shows clacking against the concrete, "no one can hurt my Y/N without consequences. Don't worry- I can fire them. You'll never have to see them again." She laid her hands on your shoulders and stared at you, her eyes radiating the fires of hell, "and if they ever 'hurt' you again, I swear to god-"

"Olive!" You chuckled despite how tight your chest was, "Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate it, but..." You sighed. Faintly, you could remember telling yourself last night that you wanted Morgan fired as soon as possible. But after the initial shock of him working at the Pizza Plex had subsided, you didn't feel the same way. You hated yourself for it, but there was no way you were letting Morgan loose his job over you. It wasn't fair. And if you and Morgan swapped places, you knew, deep down, even if you didn't want to admit it, that he wouldn't get Olive to fire you.

Suddenly, the door to the backroom gently drifted open. Your stomach dropped.

But then Bonnie poked his head around the corner, his eyes flickering from you to Olive like he wasn't sure where to look.

He ended up looking at you.

"Y/N," He said, walking inside and quietly shutting the door behind him, "there's this guy- Morgan, I think? Anyway, they want to talk to you. They made it sound pretty urgent, so..." then he noticed your expression - from the concern in Bonnie's eyes, you guessed you looked like a stray lamb on the side of a road.

A/N I use 'guy' gender neutrally. Morgan doesn't have a set gender - it's really up to you to decide :)

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, making his blush. "I think your both gonna have to sit down for this one." You murmured, getting ready to relive your heartbreak.

"You both know that I- well- I haven't had much experience in the romance department. While High school was may peoples' high, it was my low. I wouldn't say I was depressed, but sadness had a choke hold on me. That's when I met them - Morgan. They were everything I had missed out on. Cuddles and movies and restaurants and road trips and late nights walking through the rain and kissing in the dark. They were everything I wanted. And I loved them with all my heart, more than anyone I had loved before." You had to stop at this part. You'd never forgive yourself if you teared up in front of Olive. "But, soon enough, we started to disagree. On small things, of course. Having kids mainly. Whenever I talked about a future with Morgan, they looked uncomfortable. I went into this spiral of thinking I was doing something wrong and I never felt good enough for them and that's when it all fell to shit. The day I proposed." Breathing was coming harder and harder as sobs came stuck in your throat. "they rejected me. And then said that they didn't want a relationship anymore. They kept saying I did nothing wrong and that it was all them, but how could I believe that? I just couldn't compute that someone I had loved so much just didn't... want to be together."

"They said they loved me. I... okay, I may have gone a little overboard. I yelled at them. I was heartbroken, completely and utterly, and it was worse because Morgan just wouldn't tell me why he didn't want me. They just left without a trace. I had came to them broken, and slowly, they had helped me get better, and then they just left. I crumbled. I had no support. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. They had been my everything, the only thing I had, and then they just disappeared from my life with no explanation. The day after they left, I didn't hear from him again for a year."
You were shaking by the end of it, because God, some little, awful part of you still loved him. You'd been clinging onto it for the whole year he was gone.

You sniffed, biting down on your trembling lip, "For that year, it was just me. No one else. I had no one left to go to. So I focused on making myself perfect, the kind of perfect I had wanted to be for Morgan. But I knew that I couldn't be happy without friends. And I'll admit, that's why I've been so eager to be friend's with you two. As soon as you showed any interest in being mutual, I did my best to be likeable. And I kept thinking I would only get hurt if I opened up again, but... I had to. For myself. But I will never, never have a romantic relationship again. I don't think I ever could without messing it up."

It was silent for only a second before Bonnie hugged you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, and his metal against your skin was so comforting and your head in the crock between his head and his neck felt... right.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Bonnie whispered, holding you tighter, "I know 'sorry' doesn't make it better - it never does." Finally, tears swelled in your eyes, "But I want you to know, that you are perfect to me. And you don't need to prove that to anyone." Bonnie cupped your face in the palm of his hand, and then his hand drifted down to your neck, being ever so delicate, and then he leant forward and kissed your cheek. You gasped - nothing had prepared you for that. Through the pit of misery in your stomach, little flustered butterflies forced their way out, and your brain went kind of hazy and muddled in ways that you didn't understand.

He was a great friend.

Bonnie quickly pulled back and his mouth twitched into one of those painful smiles, which made you feel even more confused. You tried to smile back - you knew it looked like a grimace.

"Bonnie's right." Olive said, placing her hand on yours, "You're one quirky little bean, but your our quirky little bean, and we are your friends. That whole thing with you and Morgan was.... messy. And they have some major explaining to do. So I'll go out and talk to them and work something out." Her gaze hardened, "...I think you have to talk to them eventually."

Your nostrils flared. That little bubbly feeling that had been emerging before went out like a light. "WHAT!?!?! TALK to them? Why the fuck would I want to do that?" Your breathed hitched with the making of a sob, "NO. All that will happen is I will get trampled over again. Did you hear what I said? I'm not ready. I was a wreck for a year and that's more than enough." What was Olive thinking? Was Olive even listening? Did she even care?

Olive's expression didn't change, but she laced her fingers through yours. "I know, Y/N. I hate it when people say that to me, but in this case I actually do understand what happened. Something similar happened to me - a long time ago. It's easy to slap a band-aid over things and call it a day, but that's not going to cure anything. You will be, and already are, on the right track, Y/N. But sometimes you have to go through pain to make things better." The muscles in Olive's jaw twitched under her skin, "From my experience, the best thing to do is to talk it out. It doesn't have to be today, or tomorrow, but eventually."

You were silent for a while. You wanted to feel that butterfly feeling you did when Bonnie... kissed you (god, you still treaded around those words like a middle-school child)... not this kind of dullness that was settling in your soul. Olive was right. You knew she was right because you had always known it was inevitable that you would have to face Morgan again, even if you denied it. You still had so much to work on - and the fact that you stilled loved that guy scared you. But you had to get through it.

You didn't want to. It would hurt.

"I won't talk to them," You breathed, "Not now."

Olive sighed, and (with a little hesitation) gave you a quick hug, "Talk to me whenever you need. I'm here for you, and I'm sure Bonnie will take care of you too." She nudged Bonnie playfully, and he beamed, his nose twitching. He hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time, and maybe a while ago you would have found yourself feeling nervous, but you didn't. You just felt a warm tingly sensation in your skin.

"Thank you." You managed to say. With a wave of goodbye, Olive left, and it was just you and Bonnie in the backroom.

You snapped your fingers, remembering what Olive had told you, "The adults night is on two weeks from now! Isn't that exciting?" You expected Bonnie to beam, but he didn't. He still looked worried.

"It is - truly. But... Are you okay, Y/N?" I-I mean - will you be alright with Morgan working here."

You swallowed down. "I'll grin and bear it. Trust me - I'll be fine."

Bonnie's expression softened into a smile, and like the cringy person you were, you immediately thought it looked like sunshine.

Putting on a brave face, you and Bonnie left the backroom, and Bonnie went to his stage and you went back to slinging ice cream. You didn't see Morgan for the rest of the day. Or the next day. Or the next. Even so, for those few days you continued to think about how you needed to talk to them (any maybe a little about how Bonnie had kissed you, but you would never admit it), and you continued to wonder how you would ever get over heartbreak.

Then you realized who you needed to talk to.

Monty.

A/N
Y/N has that emo backstory 🙄💅
ALSO FIRST KISS LETS GO-

Btw there may be a few mistakes in here, I'll reread this chapter as soon as I can and fix em ;D