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Here you were, after losing pretty much everything, calling the last person you wanted to ask for help, someone who you hadn't seen in years. Your phone in hand, hovering over the call button, wondering how the hell you would explain this all to your uncle.
You had gotten kicked out of the house over some petty disagreements about something as silly about who you were then dating, and now here you were, living pretty much solely in your car, now without a job.
Now you had decided after a couple of days that living in your shitty little car was enough and that you'd had to do something, and you had decided to contact your uncle, the man you had only seen a handful times because your parents decided to move to the entire different side of the country, and you hope he'd help you.
Finally deciding enough was enough, that you shouldn't be so deep inside your head and to do it, you call him.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
You grit your teeth together, if he didn't answer you would have nowhere to go. Hell, what if he didn't even answer you? What then? Your ex had dumped you, and you didn't have that many friends after moving in with your father a couple of years back.
You sucked in a breath as you stared down at your phone, the ringing still continuing as your hope dwindled.
Though not even a moment later, some of your worries vanished and the phone clicked.
"Bob's Burgers, what can we do for ya today?"
It was a woman's voice, and you chalked it up to be Linda, your uncle's wife. Hell, you'd only seen the woman a couple of times but you could recognize her accent.
"Hi, uh, could I talk to Bob please?" You sucked in another breath, your heart hammering away in your chest as she said to hold on, before you could hear shuffling in the background, the phone being passed on presumably to Bob.
"Hello?"
You exhaled, not knowing how to exactly string what you needed to say together, "Hey Bob, it's [Y/N]."
There was a beat, and you could hear some mumbles in the background before Bob spoke up, "Hey [Y/N], how are you, it's been a while."
"Heh, well, um." You bit your lip, you were never good with asking for things. "I need a favor, it's um, a rather big one too."
You swore you could hear Bob mutter something under his breath, "If it's money, I'm sorry kid but we don't have-"
"It's not that!" You interrupt, "I got kicked out. I had an argument with my dad and it kinda ended up with him deciding I would be better not living there."
There was silence on the other end, and you hoped he wouldn't decide to call his brother. The disagreement you had with your father before leaving was messy. He made it very clear that you weren't a part of the family anymore and some very other things that you wouldn't repeat to Bob.
"And he kicked you out? Weren't you paying him rent?" Bob's tone had changed, and you were hopeful that he'd maybe had taken your side immediately.
"Yeah, that's why I don't have enough to move into an apartment here, California isn't excatly cheap." You mutter, before deciding to just spit out what you had called to say, "What I'm trying to say though, Bob, is that I'd like to move in. I'd work for free, as long as I had somewhere to sleep, please, I don't know what else to do."
"I, well, I don't know [Y/n]." You could tell he was a bit stunned, but what else would you had called for.
You couldn't excatly say you were upset with his hesitance as your dad made it clear that their restaurant wasn't bringing in much money.
There was more background noise and you could hear Bob talk to someone, but you couldn't make out what he was saying, just every third word or so.
After a couple of minutes of listening to Bob talk to who you would presume to be Linda, he came back, "Look, [Y/n], Linda thinks we'd be able to house you, but we'd have you working a lot. Mostly when the kids are at school. And maybe when they're home. They're... not the best workers."
"That's fine! I don't mind." You say quickly, "I could even babysit the kids if you two ever go out. I'll pull my weight, just please, Uncle Bob, I don't know what else to do."
"Alright, alright, I already said yes. Sort of. But would you be able to get over here?"
"Yeah, my car's kinda shit but it's in working enough condition that I'd be able to make it."
"Alright, well, I guess we'll get started preparing a room for you, you might have to share it with one of the kids for now. That or we set you up somewhere in the basement."
"Whatevers fine!" You rush, "Thank you so much, I promise you won't regret this."
After saying your goodbyes to your Uncle, you hang up, slouching forward in your car, your forehead pressed into your steering wheel. Thank the gods for your uncle. Thanks to him you would finally have a home and a job, hell, even if you weren't really going to get paid, it would be a start.