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Kitten's Collar
Chapter, 32
"Where'd you get that?" Ginger asked, as Alexis stepped over to beverage station to put on a pot of coffee.
"Huh?" Alexis replied, not hearing her question in her early morning haze.
Looking at her, like she didn't believe Alexis couldn't hear her. "Your necklace?"
"Oh." She grinned happily. "Da... Clint gave it to me."
"Mhmm... Clint, huh? Kinda sounded like you were about to say Daniel, or Dave, or something. You sure his name's Clint?"
"Yeah I'm sure!" She giggled.
"Sure didn't sound like it." Ginger quipped, reaching out, and lifting Alexis's charm up to read it. "Kitten? That's supposed to be you?"
Alexis just gave her a giddy smile, and nodded emphatically.
"Why, Kitten?" Ginger asked, looking at her strangely.
"It's what he calls me." She continued smiling.
"So, what'dya call him? Puppy?" She laughed sarcastically.
Alexis just laughed out loud, and turned back to finish what she was doing.
"Alexis..." Ginger grinned curiously. "I'mma be nosey, now. What do you call him?"
Still facing the wall, and pouring water in the coffee maker, Alexis smiled a huge smile to herself. "Daddy!"
"Shut your mouth! No you don't." Ginger grinned excitedly. "Oooh... girl you bad!"
"Only when I want a spanking!" She giggled.
"Na ah... You let that man spank you?"
Spinning around on her heels, she grinned. "Let him? Girl... that shit is so hot, I basically BEG him to do it!"
Gingers mouth dropped all the way open. "ALEXIS!"
"What?" She smiled a naughty smile.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, lately?" Ginger gasped, shaking her head.
"All that good D, and that magical tongue of his!" She laughed hysterically.
"ALEXIS! Girl, you know, you need to stop!" Ginger laughed, as she began roiling the silverware in napkins.
"Good morning. What are we laughing about so much? I could hear you two, all the way at the back door." Matt asked, walking over to the computer, to sign in.
"You don't even wanna know." Ginger replied.
"Probably not." Matt said, shaking his head, and finishing up in the computer. "I'll leave you two, to your soap opera. I'll be in my office if you need anything."
"Okay." Alexis answered, cheerfully.
"What's got you so happy? You've been alot less bitchy lately." Matt joked.
"You don't want her to answer that!" Ginger laughed, as Alexis turned toward Matt grinning.
Before she could say anything, Matt snapped. "On second thought, I don't wanna know. So just, keep it to yourself. I'll be in my office."
A few hours passed and it was getting closer to lunch, when her phone pinged.
*** Hey gorgeous! I just wanted to let you know, that I got the crews straight, and I'm otw to the hospital to visit Dale, and give him an update on how everything is going. So since I'm gonna be in the area, I was thinking I might stop by, and have lunch with you, but I probably won't make it there until around 1-1:30.***
*** That's perfect! I was about to take lunch now, but the lunch rush should be over by then, so I can just switch with Ginger and let her take her lunch now if she doesn't mind.***
***Ok Kitten. Just lmk***
"Ginger, you mind switching with me, and taking your lunch before twelve?"
"No, that's fine. I'm hungry anyway, so I'll go ahead and take mine now." Ginger replied.
"Okay, thanks." Alexis smiled.
Grinning, and making air quotes with her fingers, ginger asked. "Oh... is "Daddy" meeting "Kitten" for lunch?"
Making her eyes big, Alexis laughed, using just her middle fingers to make air quotes, while jokingly flipping her off. "Yes!"
"Do I wanna know why Alexis is shooting you the bird?" Matt asked, walking passed them to the register.
"Nope." Alexis laughed.
"Didn't think so... Carry on, I guess." He said shaking his head, and walking back to his office.
*** Ginger said yeah so we're good! 😊 see you when you get here sexy😍***
***Okay, Kitten. 😊***
The restaurant was crowded, but starting to die down a little. Ginger, and Alexis were back, and forth between the tables, and register when Clint walked in.
Alexis was cashing out an order, when Ginger stopped next to her. "Damn... You see that tall glass of sexy that just came in?"
"Mhmm..." She smiled. "I spotted him, when he was walkin up."
"Ugh... look at all that salt, and pepper in his beard. God that's sexy!" Ginger whispered.
"Mhmm, I'd let him do all kinds of nasty things to me!" Alexis giggled.
"Girl, that ain't no little boy, that's a MAN. He's too old for your little ass."
Alexis just giggled to herself as Clint walked over, and sat at a table in the corner.
Ginger hurried to his table, and smiled a big smile. "What can I get you to drink?"
"Sweet tea, please."
"Alright, I'll have that right over."
"Thank you, Ma'm."
Stepping up to the beverage station, Ginger whispered. "Oh my goodness, girl, that man is lust in a bucket! He smells so good... and that gravely voice? Uhh... don't even get me started! Let me get him tea!"
"Here you go!" Ginger smiled.
"Thank you, Ma'm."
"Do you know what you want to eat, or do you need a minute?" She smiled, flirtatiously.
Stepping up beside her, Alexis mumbled, with a seductive grin. "I know what he wants to eat, but he can't do that here, without getting arrested!"
Gingers mouth dropped open, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, in shock.
"Behave yourself, young lady." Clint growled sternly.
"I'm sorry. I'll be good." She continued grinning.
"This is Clint?" Ginger snapped, still a little surprised.
"Yes, Ma'm. I'm Clint, it's nice to meet you." He said, sticking out his hand.
Shaking Clints hand, Ginger replied, "Nice to meet you too." before turning to Alexis, and mumbling as she walked away. "Lucky you... good Lord have mercy."
Alexis sat down next to him, and leaned in for a kiss.
Giving her a soft, sweet kiss hello, Clint asked. "What was all that about?"
"Just marking my territory." She grinned.
"Is that so?" He laughed.
"What you want to eat, honey? I'll put our order in."
"You." He smiled, deviously.
"I kinda figured that, but like I said, you can't do that here without getting arrested. So you're going to have to order something that's actually ON the menu!" She smiled.
"What's that?" He said, looking down at the bench. "Lean up a second."
When Alexis leaned forward, he looked around for a second, then dropped the menu behind her, as she sat back down. "Look, you're on the menu... can I eat you now?"
Pulling the menu free, she grinned, shaking her head. "You so stupid!"
"Because you make me that way." He grinned.
"What'dya want to eat, ya dirty old man?" She smiled. "And, no, you can't eat me! At least, not right now." She laughed.
"Well, that's disappointing." He smiled. "I guess I'll have a turkey club, with home fries, then."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
As Alexis put their order into the computer, Ginger paused next to her for a moment. "That's the guy you've been seeing?"
"Yep." She grinned.
"Well... I still think he's a little old for you, but damn... You go girl!" She laughed, as she walked away. "We'll talk later!"
Alexis smiled, shaking her head, and went back to the table.
"So, how's your day been so far?" Clint asked.
"Not, too bad. We've been steady, but not overly busy. Tips could be better, though." She chuckled.
"No, big spenders today?"
"Ha! Not really, but at least I didn't get screwed as bad as Ginger. She had a table of eleven, this morning, and they gave her ten dollars, on a hundred and forty dollar bill. She was pissed!"
"Of coarse she was! That's ridiculous." He grumbled. "Ain't this her table?"
"Yeah, but I'll get ours."
"No, let her get it, so I can leave her a tip."
"Or... You could just give it to me!" She laughed.
"Or, you could do as you're told, and I'll tip you later."
Alexis put on her pouty face. "Yes Sir." Then burst into a big grin. "But instead of just the tip, can I have the whole thing?"
"You're being bad, Kitten."
She cut her eyes at him, and then rolled them away looking the other direction, grinning. "Maybe I need spanking to straighten out my attitude?"
"Buttons Alexis." He stated sternly.
Leaning in, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grinning and whispering in a sing-song voice. "I like to push them!"
Smiling, he closed his eyes, and rested his head on hers. "I'm so happy you're mine."
"Awe... Honey. I'm so happy I'm yours, too!" She said softly, nuzzling her head into his neck.
"Okay, love birds! Who had the club?" Ginger asked.
"That's his." Alexis replied, taking the plate, and sliding it over to Clint.
"Thank you, Ms. Ginger." He smiled.
"You are very welcome. I hope you enjoy it."
The two said their blessing, and made small talk, as they ate their meal.
As they were finishing up, three guys, in suits, about Alexis's age came in, and sat down a few tables behind Alexis.
Ginger came over, and asked. "Hun, I don't mean to rush you, but is there anyway you can grab the table that just sat down? I'm catching hell with the old ladies on the other side, right now."
"Yeah, sure I'll get them." Alexis replied, giving Clint a quick kiss, and getting up from the booth.
She stepped behind the counter, and washed her hands, before heading over to get the guys drink order.
Clint watched silently, as one of the guys nudged the one next to him, to bring his attention to Alexis coming to their table.
"Hey, good lookin. How are you today?" The guy who got nudged said.
"I'm Alexis. I'm good, what can I get y'all to drink?" She replied, with a fake smile.
"Uh... just water." Said the guy with his back to Clint.
"I'm Steve." Said the guy who got nudged.
"Nice to meet you Steve. What can I get you to drink today?" She said, still smiling.
"Let me get a coke." Steve answered.
"Is Pepsi, okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's fine."
"And what can I get you?" She asked, looking at the guy who noticed her first.
"I'll have Pepsi too, please."
"Alrighty." She smiled. "Here's some menus, and I'll get those drink orders in for y'all."
"Alexis." Steve called.
"I'm sorry, did you need something else?" She asked, politely.
"Yeah, what's the special today?"
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goodbyes & hellos
on ao3
im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare!!!! day one: wrong number
this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa for the title <3
enjoy!
Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)
She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.
She likes her second plan the best.
unknown number: Hi!
unknown number: Just wanted to let you know the start time for today has been moved from 10 to 9:15
unknown number: My father has a meeting at 1300 so he wants to get it all done as soon as possible
unknown number: And I know you mentioned wanting to have him on set yesterday
unknown number: I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience! Your agent should be calling you soon, but I thought I’d give you a heads up
Alya squints at the screen. She doesn’t want to care but she’s curious. And curiousity killed the cat and all that but she’s used to letting her nosiness get the best of her.
unknown number: agents???
unknown number: 1st of all srry u have the wrong number
unknown number: 2nd of all were u talking to a movie star or smth???????
unknown number: book writer??
unknown number: what kinda person needs an agent
unknown number: Oh I’m sorry! I must’ve gotten the wrong number from someone
unknown number: I’m really sorry if I was bothering you
Alya rolls her eyes.
unknown number: u woke me up but its chill cause now im curious
unknown number: Curious? About what?
unknown number: way 2 keep avoiding the question
unknown number: ???
unknown number: u said the person u meant to text has an agent
unknown number: how fancy r they
unknown number: Oh! She’s a model!
Alya’s eyes widen. The most famous person she knows is that thirteen year old that was in her school who has ten thousand subscribers on YouTube because she makes lyric videos. The second is a boy who has a few thousand instagram followers because he has nice abs and lots of white boy clothing and muscle shirts.
unknown number: u kno a model????????
unknown number: Uhh
unknown number: I’m not sure how much personal information I should be giving to a stranger
Alya sighs. So close.
unknown number: its fine dude (dude? u good w that? lmk if u arent) i getchu
unknown number: u can just stop responding if u dont wanna talk
She locks her phone and slides it back under her pillow. She stares at the ceiling for a few more minutes, wondering if she’ll be able to fall back asleep. As much as she’d like to take the train back to dreamville, she can’t. Because now she’s awake and now she’s wondering. And once she stops wondering, she doesn’t stop.
She’ll probably stop thinking about this random wrong number in a few days and in a few months, she’ll forget about them entirely but…
Ugh.
Sleep definitely isn’t an option anymore.
Leaving her phone in her bed, she pads to the kitchen, twisting her hair up into a messy bun as she does so. No one is up yet — of course they aren’t, it’s seven on a Saturday and everyone is taking advantage of every precious minute of sleep they can get — so she has the run of the house to herself.
So she makes herself some coffee and a bowl of cereal and turns to television on. Her initial plan is to just leave it on whatever channel that’s playing when she first turns it on, and luckily the twins were the last ones to use it. Saturday morning cartoons. Score.
Alya stirs sugar in her coffee as Cyber Chase plays in the background. It’s not much more than background noise, it’s the middle of an episode and she doesn’t really know what’s happening, but she does snort at a few of the bad jokes.
“You’re up early,” her mom says before dropping a kiss on the top of Alya’s head.
Alya hums. “Got a few text messages and they woke me up.” She notes how her mom purposefully avoids eye contact as she opens a cabinet. Alya rolls her eyes and eats a spoonful of cereal.
“School friends?” her mom asks carefully.
“Yes,” Alya lies. Better than her mom asking more questions. The biggest one being why were you talking to a complete stranger?
“Are you going to see them before we leave?”
Alya glues her eyes to the TV. “If they’re around.”
Her mom makes an unimpressed sound and Alya resists the urge to roll her eyes. She texted a few of her friends the other week, but the conversation was awkward and stilted. They all had the same sort of idea about cutting ties.
Alya sighs and puts down her spoon, twisting around in her seat to face her mom. “I promise I’m talking to them.”
Her mom gives her that look— the one where her lips purse and a crease between her eyebrows that’s becoming more and more permanent; the one that says she wants to push for more details, but won’t unless they’re volunteered first. Which Alya is not doing, thank you very much. “If you say so, honey,” her mom says, turning her attention to the breakfast she’s making.
Alya stares down into her cereal bowl.
Time to evacuate to her bedroom.
She finishes her cereal as quickly as she can without choking and dumps her bowl and spoon in the sink as she passes it, taking her coffee with her to her room. New plan: curl up in bed with her laptop and hope her mom just leaves her alone until they move.
Alya’s almost forgotten about her phone by the time she flops onto her bed. It vibrates almost as soon as she opens her laptop. She frowns as she pulls it out from under her pillow.
unknown number: Dude is fine for me
unknown number: He/him pronouns please
unknown number: Thanks for asking I really appreciate it, actually
unknown number: People don’t always ask
Plan trashed. This is a better plan.
unknown number: she/her for me
unknown number: and no prob man
unknown number: i wasnt gonna assume ur gender
unknown number: ok that mightve sounded bad but i didnt mean it in a bad way like the ‘lol dont assume my gender’ way jerks do sometime i meant it in like a genuine
unknown number: if u have smth u wanna say u should say it because i am very tired and i can go on for a while
Whoops.
Alya can’t say she’s known for her stellar first impressions but she usually doesn’t ramble her way into an awkward corner. She mindlessly flips through apps as she waits for a response.
unknown number: Don’t worry about it! I didn’t take it the wrong way or anything
Alya smiles to herself as she responds. He keeps leaving her openings which is nice. Based off his initial reaction, she thought he’d shut this down as fast as possible.
She realizes this is probably a little weird. But it’s the most exciting thing to happen to her since school let out so…
unknown number: so whats up stranger??
unknown number: b4 u ask im just sitting in my room doing nothing but text u so thats my morning
unknown number: I actually have work soon, so that’s fun
Alya raises her eyebrows. She forgot age was something else she didn’t know yet.
unknown number: oo work that sounds fun
unknown number: what do u do???
unknown number: I work for my dad, it isn’t anything special
unknown number: But it gives me something to do with my time so I don’t mind that much
unknown number: If I randomly stop responding without warning, that’s why
unknown number: good 2 kno
unknown number: can i ask what u do 4 ur dad or is that 2 personal
unknown number: I uh… I just do whatever he needs me to do
unknown number: I don’t get paid or anything but
unknown number: ay it still works as a resume builder
unknown number: Yeah exactly!
unknown number: thats cool that ur dad can get u a job!! my mom and dad could never w their jobs so i just suffer
unknown number: not that thats any different from what i would do anyway as a teenager
Alright, perfect. She’s brought up the age question in a really clunky and awkward way. Better than nothing.
unknown number: Oh how old are you?
unknown number: I’m 15
Alya lets out a sigh of relief.
unknown number: ayy same!
unknown number: just ur fav teenage superhero blogger
unknown number: doing nothing with her life
unknown number: You like superheroes?
unknown number: yeah!! i love comic books. you??
unknown number: I don’t have time to read many but yeah! I’ve always loved Spiderman
unknown number: wonder woman is my g i r l
unknown number: superheroes are just so cool
She waits a few minutes before she decides that he must have gone off to work. Bonding over superheroes, that’s good. A shared interest. She scrolls through their conversation, rereading some of the earlier messages before she creates a contact for him. She makes the name ‘stranger’ and leaves it at that.
It’s not like they’re meeting up or anything. Even if he is an ax murderer, can’t kill her if she never sends him her location.
Alya spends the next couple of hours avoiding her mom as much as possible. She takes her sisters to the park and then goes to the library after she brings them home.
She doesn’t want to talk about it.
She’s clicking through a webcomic that she missed a few weeks worth of updates when her phone buzzes. She glances down, expecting it to be a text from her mom asking if she has any plans or to do chores or something, but is pleasantly surprised to see a message from her stranger.
stranger: Sorry about that, work ran long
stranger: Admittedly, I don’t know very much about Wonder Woman, but she looks very awesome
unknown number: !!!!
unknown number: when ive got more time remind me to tell u all abou t her
unknown number: and to rec some comic books even if u dont have time
stranger: Is she your favorite?
Alya sits back in her chair. This conversation is going to be a long one.
Alya finds herself randomly texting her stranger for the next few days. He doesn’t always respond quickly, but he responds eventually, no matter how weird her original message.
That’s more than she can say for most of her friends.
She texts him as she’s sitting on the counter in her kitchen, stirring a pot.
unknown number: hey stranger whats up
stranger: Just reading, you?
unknown number: making box mac n cheese
stranger: Sounds fun
unknown number: yeah im gonna eat it straight from the pot
The three dots bounce on the screen as the stranger takes his time with the next message. Alya snorts and turns off the stove, straining the pasta and moving to the fridge to find butter and cheese. He’s found his words by the time she’s letting the butter melt in the pot.
stranger: Straight from the pot? Why?
unknown number: because i live life on the edge
unknown number: and also because im too lazy to clean the dish later
stranger: You know what? That’s fair
Sometimes, Alya thinks that she probably shouldn’t think about someone who she doesn’t even know the name of as often as she does, let alone text him as much as she does. But sometimes she’ll see something, and she’ll immediately think of him. Or she’ll just be randomly upset and feel the strong urge to pick up the phone and see if he’s available to vent to.
She knows it’s kind of weird, but she can’t help herself.
One night, at around two in the morning, she finds herself messaging him.
unknown number: hey did i ever mention i was moving
She’s almost asleep, slightly more okay than she was before she sent the text, when he responds.
stranger: You haven’t but we also don’t talk about where we live
Alya stares at the screen for a long moment, the bright light in the darkness making everything on the screen blur into nothing. She just feels kind of numb.
unknown number: yeah
unknown number: like 8 hours away from where i live now
stranger: Wow that’s a big move
unknown number: yeah
stranger: I’m guessing you don’t want to go?
unknown number: not really
unknown number: did u know ur my only friend right now
stranger: I am?
unknown number: me and my other friends sort of cut ties
stranger: The internet exists
stranger: Phones exist
stranger: FaceTime and Skype both kind of suck, but they exist
unknown number: yeah i guess
unknown number: i guess its just too hard for any of us to try
stranger: I have no idea how far apart we live
stranger: We’re doing just fine
unknown number: yeah
unknown number: yeah ur right
One of Alya’s small comforts that comes to mind whenever she thinks about moving is the fact that she’ll have her phone on her and a portable charger. Her stranger will be with her every step of the way.
He’d managed to get her to talk to some of her friends. She doesn’t really think it’ll last once she’s in Paris, but the attempt is nice. And it gives her other people to talk to for the rest of the summer.
It’s too early in the morning when they leave for the last time for her to get really emotional about moving. All she has the energy to do is to take a picture of her old apartment, caption it ‘one last goodbye to marseille’, and save it before sending it to her friends over Snapchat. Before she falls asleep against the car window, she texts it to her stranger.
She wakes up to a new text among the goodbyes from her friends.
stranger: Have a nice car ride! I’ll let you know when I get back from work <3
Alya hides her smile from her sisters and screenshots the text for later.
She texts him from the floor of her new bedroom while her dad starts moving boxes. They’ve been in the process of moving for a while now, shipping most of their things to Paris beforehand. Now all that remains is the actual unpacking.
Alya doesn’t have the energy for that. She just lays on the floor and stares at the ceiling for a while. Then she picks up her phone and sends him a text.
It’s been about an hour since they last talked. She’d talked to him for a good majority of the car ride, only stopping when he was busy and ending the conversation when they arrived so she could get her things out of the car and help her sisters with theirs. She’d sent him a picture of her empty bedroom and said ‘let the unpacking begin :P’. He’d responded with a ‘Good luck!!’ and ‘I’ll let you get to work!’
Alya’s thumb hovers over the send button for a few seconds. She’s never really pushed him for any sort of personal information before.
New city, new Alya. Or something.
unknown number: hey just wondering
unknown number: what do u have me in ur phone as??
unknown number: i have u in here as stranger
stranger: Your contact name?
stranger: Uh awkward but you don’t?
stranger: You’re the only one I just have the number for, so I know who you are that way
Alya reads his texts a few times before she responds. She doesn’t know what she expects in return, but she figures she has nothing to lose.
unknown number: im alya
unknown number: in case u were wondering
stranger: Hi Alya
stranger: I’m Adrien
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