Smosh one shots (REQUESTS CLOSED)

NoahXShayne

*this will be written in a different style than I usually do. Smosh isn't a thing in this universe, they just happen to work at a office. They don't know each other too well.
If you've read "Confessions of a gay Disney prince" by JeddieJay, it's a Larry book, you might remember this style. He's dubbed it JayStyle.
*Before I post! Hey, I had this done for a week now, but where I am staying, there is no internet so that's why posting has gotten slow, I have a few more chapters ready after this as well, but they'll be out in a few days time. I am going to stay at a different place with Internet so everything will go back to normal.

Noah: "Shayne?"

Shayne:(Shayne sitting on bathroom floor) "Oh uhh, hello? Who's there?"

Noah: "It's Noah, Noah Grossman from floor 6?"

Shayne:"Noah? Oh, hi, I'm sorry...this is awkward, I thought I locked the door."

Noah: (confused) "Lock the door to a public bathroom?"

Shayne:"I...I was just getting over a panic attack. I wanted to be alone, I'm fine now."

Noah: "Oh, I'm sorry, are you ok?"

Shayne: (still sitting on floor, cross-legged) "I'm fine."

Noah:(concerned, kneels in front of Shayne) "Do you want to talk?"

Shayne: "umm, I-I should be fine, it's nothing-"

Noah: "what's caused, umm, your panic attack?"

Shayne: "well-uhh, I was asked to do a speech and I'm don't do too well in front of people."

Noah:"Why don't you just decline?"

Shayne:(stressed, rubbing eyes) "I thought it was going to be fine, I just got out of the office actually. There was maybe 20 people in there, so my colleague, Courtney took over and I ran here."

Noah: "Oh, I'm here to talk if you want to some more, I'm just on floor 6."

Shayne: "I'm on floor 4."

Noah: "ok, do you want my number in case you need someone to text or something?" (Grabs phone from back pocket) "Anytime's cool, really."

Shayne: (surprised, amazed) "Really?"

Noah: "Yeah, umm, my ex had panic attacks so I know some things about them."

Shayne: "I can get pretty heavy." (Pulls phone out) "Only if you're up for it."

Noah: (inputs number, smiling) "Yeah, it's fine, panic attacks suck."

Shayne: (smiling at is new friend) "You used to get 'em?"

Noah: (shakes head slowly) "No, when I was younger though. You only really want someone to talk you through it.

Shayne: "Yeah, makes you feel better when you feel like you're dying." (Smile fades) "Oh sorry...that's...that's how I get sometimes."