Here's the third chapter of my story, I hope you enjoy it and let me know your thoughts :)
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June 16th, 2017

It was 8 am that next morning.

Dylan had his uniform on and walked into the local McDonalds to work.

Not many people knew he was an employer of this company, frankly he didn't really want people to know. Most youtubers make all their money off their videos alone, but he had to get another job to pay the bills.

So what was the first job he thought to apply to? Not McDonalds. It was originally Starbucks but they didn't need any new workers. What was next you may ask? Not McDonalds. It was his local grocery store. But the only open slot was janitor duty, which he wasn't willing to do.

After that was finally McDonalds. It wasn't a terrible job. He worked at the front Cash Register for 5-6 hours, 4 days a week.

He also made two friends.

There was this african american man named Kevin Burns whom made the food at the grill in the back. He was very muscular but under that was a softy. Dylan learned quickly he had a soft spot for animals and his family.

There was also a girl named Samantha Redding whom worked at the Register next to him. She had light brown hair, a heart shaped face, and was a little on the short side. Dylan saw her throw sass on anyone who tried screwing her over and he liked that she had a tight edge.

They were both pretty nice and he liked their company and always ate with them on breaks.

But Dylan didn't feel like himself today. He tried to play it off.

As soon as he walked in, Kevin and Samantha spotted him come through the back door. They walked over to him as he waved tiredly.

"Yo Dylan!" Kevin called coming over.

Dylan yawned, "Hey Kevin, hey Sam." He rubbed his eyes.

Samantha raised an eyebrow, "Are you good, Dill Pickle?"

That was a name she thought of to call him. He always thought it was funny, but not now.

He lied, "I'm fine, I just didn't get enough sleep last night."

Kevin and Sam looked at each other, it was bluntly obvious he was fibbing.

The big man crossed his arms, "What's up?"

Dylan looked down, "It's..it's nothing. I'm fine."

Sam spoke, "Really? Dylan-,"

He snapped.

"Can you guys just stop asking me? I told you I was fine, alright?! Leave me alone."

Dylan pushed himself away from the two and headed for the swipe in machine.

He had to go to work.

...

After a while of standing at the counter, guilt began to eat away at him.

Did he have to yell at them?

Was that too much?

He groaned, "fu€k."

"Hey, watch your language, Matthews."

Dylan sighed, "Sorry, Mr. Stevens."

That was his manager. A cheapskate.

"Get back to work and stop dozing off on the job."

"Sorry, Mr. Stevens."

"If I see you doing that sort of thing again I'll-,"

"Sorry, Mr. Stevens."

"Did you cut me off, Matthews?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Do you really think it's okay to cut ME off?"

"No sir, I'm sorry."

"I'll fire your sorry @$$ if you—,"

"Hey, cut him some slack, Dave," That was Samantha. She stood beside Dylan and stared the manager dead in the eye. Dave backed off.

"Alright, both of you get on your break."

They both said in unison, "Yes sir."

...

Silence.

That's all it was for a while.

Dylan had his eyes closed resting on the couch in the break room.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at Sam, she was propped up against the wall on the other side of the room, writing something in her journal.

Dylan rubbed his face, completely exhausted, "Hey Sam...thanks for sticking up for me back there."

She glanced up, then back at her book, "Don't mention it. Dave always has his undies in a bunch."

He nodded, "And...I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I just—," he stopped, pressing his hands together, "I have a lot on my mind."

Sam looked at him, "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

She stood up.

"It's kind of stupid."

She sat down next to him.

She listened.

Dylan was nervous. He never talked about this to someone else before.

But,

He trusted her.

"A year ago, my long term girlfriend broke up with me for someone else. I thought I was over it, but recently I started thinking about her again...and now I can't stop."

Samantha seemed to understand.

"How long were you guys together?"

"5 months."

"Ouch, and she cheated on you?"

"Yeah."

"D@mn, I'm sorry Dill."

"It's fine."

"No it's not. She hooked up with another man."

Dylan nodded, pushing away his sadness.

Samantha sighed, "That happened to me once."

He looked at her, shocked, "Really?"

"Yeah..it was my best friend."

"No way."

"It's true."

"$hit."

"But I got over it."

"How?"

She took a deep breath, "I binged ice cream for a whole week and cried my heart out. THEN I just took some time outside."

"Like meditation?"

"Yeah."

"That's not a terrible idea."

...

dialing...

"Hello?"

"This is a terrible idea."

Dylan was sitting in the grass of his apartment building, holding his phone up to his ear.

"Well..it's not gonna work in 5 minutes."

"It's been 5 HOURS, Sam! I'm still in my work cloths and my 78 year old neighbor is doing yoga on his porch."

Him and Sam shivered at the disturbing image.

"Wow, you're really desperate, aren't you?"

"Yes, she needs to get out of my brain."

He couldn't take it.

"How about we find you a new girlfriend?"

Dylan fell over.

"What?!"

"Why not? You want this girl out of your head. Why not replace her with someone else?"

"It's not that easy to get someone out of your head that you've invested time into-,"

"Do you want to get her out of your head or no?"

He froze.

"Yes."

"Then you have to trust me. What's your decision?"