Here is my first one-shot. I will have the first chapter of Moving On up in a few days, but I just had to get this up. I've been wanting to write it for a while now, but I couldn't get it right, but now that I have, I wanted to get it up as quick as possible. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song Ironic. Alanis Morissette does.

--

“What?”

“You’re fired.”

I never thought I would hear those words. “I’ve been working at the café for three years and you’re firing me for being late once?”

“No,” my boss, Robert, said. “We just don’t need you anymore.”

“But I’m your best employee,” I argued. “Why couldn’t you have—oh I understand. It's Kayla. She asked you to fire me, didn't she?” Kayla was new. She had been working at the café for three months. I suspected her and Robert were sleeping together. Unfortunately for me, she hated me the moment we met.

“That’s none of your business,” Robert snapped. “I got a complaint.”

“One complaint.”

“Two,” he said. “One was from that man you spilled coffee on and the other was anonymous.”

“So you’re firing me because two people in all my three years of working there didn’t like the way I work.” This was stupid. That man was asking for the coffee to be spilled on him and I knew who the second one was. My archenemy. He had been there a couple times.

“No, we don’t need you,” he said.

“Then fire Kayla,” I yelled. “She’s worse than me!”

“She needs the money.”

“Whatever. Have fun doing her.” I hung up on him as he started to stutter and threw my phone at the apartment building in front of me. It sailed through the air and straight toward a window.

“What the—!”

Crap.

A face appeared in the window I had just broken and disappeared. I groaned. It had to be him.

“Kris!” he yelled as he walked out the apartment building’s door in only boxers. His dark brown, almost black, hair was a mess and I assumed that I had woken him up. It was only 7:30 in the morning.

As he neared me I had the sudden urge to start singing and so I did.

“An old man turned 98!” I began at the top of my lungs, turning to walk away.

“Kristen!” Ryan shouted after me.

I ignored him and continued singing. “He won the lottery and died the next day!”

Ryan grabbed my arm and turned me around. “Kristen, shut up!”

“It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay! A death row prmadem—” Ryan put his hand over my mouth and I glared at him.

“Can you please be quiet for two minutes?” he asked, frustrated.

I thought for a minute and nodded slowly. He let go. “You have two minutes starting now.”

“Did you break my window?”

I snorted. Like he needed to ask. “I wouldn’t have broken it if you didn’t get me fired.”

He cocked his head. “I got you fired? From which job?" I had two jobs. Or had.

“The café.” I huffed and folded my arms.

“Ohhh.” A confused look crossed his face. “How many complaints did you get?’

I knew it was him. “Two.”

“And you got fired?” He demanded angrily. I nodded and He started to walk toward his car. “Your boss needs to learn a lesson,” he mumbled.

"What?" I grabbed his arm. “Ryan, what is wrong with you? First of all, you're only in boxers, so I don’t think you should be going anywhere public any time soon. Second, since when did you care about anything that’s happened to me?”

He looked at himself. “You’re right.” He started to walk toward his apartment.

I stared after him. Did he just admit that I was right? I followed him. “Are you ok?”

He looked over his shoulder at me and continued walking. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re acting strangely.”

He stopped and I nearly ran into him as he turned around. We were in front of his door.

“What makes you think I’m acting strangely?”

“Well, you got upset when I told you I got fired and you were about to go teach Robert a ‘lesson’ and now you’re telling me I’m right.” I looked at him through narrowed eyes. “You’re usually the first to laugh when something bad happens to me and you’re the one who got me fired. You constantly argue with me about everything, even when you know I’m right and you never admitted I was right before.”

“Kris,” he said slowly. “None of those things are true. Well, the laughing thing is true, but only because of your reaction to the things that happen to you. I can’t help it, you’re so funny, but the rest is what your mind wants you to think. I try not to argue with you, but you always get defensive and when I state my own opinion you’re the one that starts the arguments. And I’ve always admitted you were right when you were, just not out loud. Kristen, you are so dramatic and you always blow things out of proportion. I don’t know why you thought I hated you after you threw that rock at me in 4th, and I still don’t understand why you think I hate you. I don’t.” I stared at him as he turned to open his door, but found it locked. “Dale! Open the door!”

After a few seconds the door opened and Ryan’s roommate stood in the doorway. My mouth dropped. It was the guy I spilled coffee on.

“Ryan, did you get the—what are you doing here?” he asked angrily when he saw me.

I looked at the ceiling and started singing again. “It’s like rain on your wedding day. It’s a free ri—”

“You know each other?” Ryan asked.

“No,” I said.

“She spilled coffee on me,” Dale spat.

“If you didn’t act like such a prick, I wouldn’t have,” I spat back. “I’m not a freakin’ maid.”

He smirked. “Sure you aren’t.”

I glared at him as Ryan cleared his throat. “I’m going to get dressed now and then I’m going to talk to your boss.”

“Wait, why?” I asked. “You don’t need to. I have another job and I can just find another job somewhere else. I didn’t like café anyway.”

“You got fired?” Dale asked with a satisfied smile on his stupid little face.

“Yes, thank you,” I said as sweetly as I could. “I was thinking about quitting anyway, so don’t worry about it,” I told Ryan.

He shrugged. “I can help you find another job.”

“No really,” I said. “Don’t worry about me. I can figure things out.”

Dale snorted and went back into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

I smiled at Ryan. Thanks, though.” I turned to go.

“I didn’t complain about you, you know,” he said quietly. I stopped. “I was only commenting on you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I sent a comment saying that I liked how you worked,” he said. I stared at him.

“You really don’t hate me.” I said more to myself.

He grinned. “Yeah. I’ve actually admired you since you threw that rock at me. I never knew a girl could throw like that.” He looked down. “I guess you just always saw me as a person that hated you.”

I laughed humorlessly. “I always referred to you as my archenemy.”

“Do you still?”

“I thought for a minute. “No, I don’t.”

“Then, you wouldn’t mind if I asked if you wanted to go to a movie of something on Friday?”

I smiled. “I work, but Saturday is good, if that’s alright for you.”

His face lit up. “Absolutely. 6 o’ clock?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll pick you up then.”

“See you around,” I said.

“See ya.”

As I walked back to my apartment a few streets away from Ryan's I started to sing again.

“And isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?”