Scott's PoV

After the pizzeria shut down for the day, I went home to wait for Dylin. I wrapped myself in the hoodie he wore whenever we weren't at work, inhaling his scent. Engine grease mixed with the earthy scent from after it rains. It was pleasant and calmed me down when he worked the nightshifts.

I settled into the couch, clicking the TV on and pulling up Netflix. I scrolled through my profile, finding Supernatural and starting the next episode I was on. Changing Channels. I tossed the remote onto the coffee table, curling up and watching the show.

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I must've fallen asleep sometime during the show, because I woke up to Dylin shaking me awake. I groaned quietly, rolling to face him and rubbing my eye. He smiled at me, and I don't really remember what happened after that. I faintly remember falling back asleep on the bed, though.

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I woke up the next morning to the smell of French toast. I bolted upright, practically sprinting to the kitchen. Attempting, at least. I tripped over the sheets that had gotten tangled around my ankles, landing on my torn-up arm. I cried out in pain, curling around my arm, lying on the floor. I hissed as I sat up, holding my arm away from my body so I didn't injure it more.

Walking downstairs, I tried to be careful with my arm, making sure I didn't hit it on the railing of the stairs. I sat at the table, watching Dyl in the kitchen. He glanced up from the skillet and saw me.

"Hey, Butterscotch," he said, voice still rough from sleep.

"Mornin', Dyl." He brought over a plate of French toast, layered with butter and white sugar, just like I liked. I smiled up at him as he kissed my forehead. He moved to kiss my nose, then my lips. I kissed back before he stood back, walking back to the kitchen. I started eating as he walked back with his own plate.

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I pulled into the parking lot of the pizzeria, parking my truck and getting out. I was on opening duty this morning, so I had to be here a bit earlier than Dyl. It also meant I could go home a little bit earlier, too. I unlocked the building, walking inside. The nightwatch had left already, and I walked over to the animatronics.

"You guys are clean, right?" I gave them a once over, satisfied when I found no 'pizza' stains. "Alright. Have fun you guys." I hopped offstage, walking to the Cove. I entered carefully, still weary of Foxy after '87. "Hey, Foxy. How are you today?" I crept over to him, checking for stains. Satisfied that there weren't none, I walked back out, watching him carefully.

I made sure the tables were set up for the day before walking to the office. I turned on the charger for the generator for nightshift, making sure it was plugged in and everything. I didn't want to have a repeat of Friday.

After all was done, it was time to open. Boss and Dyl walked through the doors, entering the pizzeria. I smiled at Dyl, blowing a kiss to him. He smiled, pretending to catch it. Boss grumbled something before walking to his office. I sighed, walking over to Dyl. He pressed a kiss into my forehead, and I blushed faintly.

"Love you," he muttered.

"Love you, too," I said, walking to stand beside the stage as families made their way into the building.

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I drove home and collapsed onto the couch, closing my eyes and tossing an arm over them. I pulled my arm off, turning the TV on and typing in the music channel's number. It changed, Fix by Chris Lane playing, about halfway through. I closed my eyes again, falling asleep.