Hello! Welcome to my Internship fic. This story has been in my head for the last few months, so I figured it was time it saw the light of day.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Internship, its story, plot, or characters. I only own my OFC and any characters mentioned who are not canon.

Sophia White never thought that something as amazing as this would ever happen to her in a million years. And yet here she was. Standing outside of the bus that had dropped her off, she stared at the Google headquarters. It was a massive, colorful, and breath-taking building - like something that she would have drawn as a kid.

To be honest, Sophia didn't know that such a place existed four months ago. She knew her cousin, April, worked for them. In all honesty, Sophia thought that April worked in a regular office you could find most anywhere. Now that she was here, it finally clicked that she had been wrong.

If it wasn't for her now most favorite person in the world, she wouldn't even be here. Instead, she would still be in Oregon with her parents, looking for a company that would be willing to hire her.

It was during their family Christmas party that April heard that Sophia was looking for a job. Her cousin then informed her about the summer internship Google held. If they were impressed by her work, she could be hired on as a full-time employee once the program ended.

It seemed too good to be true, but April had captured Sophia's attention.

Long story short, Sophia applied when it was available. She made it through her interview via Skype, got accepted, and the rest was history.

Sophia practically jumped out of her skin when someone said in annoyance, "Hey, are you going to move, or what?"

Blushing, Sophia shifted the strap of her side bag and made her way towards the entrance.

On her way down the main path, Sophia noticed all the quirky things she'd never seen before. She saw a car that didn't need to be driven and even a bike-like mobile that looked like a toy she use to play on during recess. Everything she saw left her so awestruck that she almost bumped into those passing her on the path.

Once inside, Sophia's eyes and open mouth became even wider as she took in her surroundings. The room was open and full of light. It gave it a normal business vibe, but everything else was so different in contrast. People were busy hustling and bustling about - some on foot and some on scooter. A plane hung from the ceiling and a giant slide that should have been in a McDonald's Playland was near the stairs.

It felt like she was in an interactive museum for young-at-heart grown ups.

Lord, please let them hire me, prayed Sophia, blue eyes gazing up at the white ceiling.

Glancing around the room, Sophia noticed a café. Smiling, Sophia made her way to her new destination for a quick breakfast. When it was her turn to order, Sophia said, "May I have an iced mocha and a blueberry muffin, please?"

"Sure," said the boy behind the counter. He gave Sophia a quick grin before telling the others what she'd requested. When the food was in hand, the boy handed it to her. "Here's your order."

"Wait, what's the price?" asked Sophia as she began to search her bag for her well-worn wallet.

"I'm sorry?"

"Money. How much money do I have to pay you?"

"Oh, everything's free," replied the boy.

"Really?" asked Sophia, not believing what she'd heard.

"Your food's free. Everything's free."

Free. Everything.

Oh, how Sophia loved hearing those two words.

Taking her coffee and pastry, Sophia gave a beaming grin. "This is perfect! Thank you."

"No problem."

As Sophia left, she sent out another prayer. Please, oh, please, let them hire me!

Standing in the room she was directed to, Sophia found herself looking out into a sea of young adults like her. Wanting to get to know people a little more, Sophia went up to the first group of people she saw.

"Hi," said Sophia, interrupting the group of four's conversation. "I'm Sophia White."

They continued to stare at Sophia as she shifted her gaze between them.

This is more awkward than I expected.

Sophia began to play with the propeller hat she had been given when she'd checked in. "Aren't these things cool? My brother had one when he was little. I use to take it from him all the time."

"They're ridiculous. I don't want to wear mine," said a dark-haired girl, hazel eyes full of annoyance.

"Oh. Well, I thought that everyone liked them."

"Not everyone has the same interests," said a tall, blonde male.

"Of course not. No one likes a cookie cutter, right?"

When no one answered, Sophia felt defeated. Resisting a sigh, Sophia grinned at the unwelcoming group. "Nice talking to you guys." Turning away from her failed attempt to get to know people, Sophia made a beeline for the floor.

Well, that was a total success, Sophia sarcastically thought.

Upon reaching the ground, she noticed two men in the middle of a conversation by the coffee table. By the looks of it, they were old enough to be her uncles standing by the coffee table.

Should she or should she not? The last time she tried to have a chat she was treated like a brat who wanted to know what the big kids were talking about. That was the last thing she wanted to experience.

After a moment's hesitation, Sophia took a deep breath and strolled up to the duo. "Hello!" she cheerfully said, gaining the attention of both men. "I'm, uh, an intern." Sophia glanced at the hats which sat upon their heads, both identical to hers. "Guess you're interns, too."

One of the men, the blonde one, turned to the taller male and said, "See?! We're too old for this. These kids think we run this program!"

The blonde's friend, who was giving him a look which read, 'patience, grasshopper' said, "Give it time. We're just as new to them as they are to us." Looking now at Sophia, the tall one gave her a small smile. "We had an incident shortly before you arrived."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to. . . ." Sophia took a breath in, then let it out. "If you think I'm trying to brown-nose you, I'm not. I just saw you and figured the two of you were nice enough to share a conversation with."

As Sophia turned to leave, one of them stopped her with, "It's fine. We're just as lost as you are, actually." When Sophia faced them again, the one who spoke said, "I'm Nick, and this is my friend, Billy."

Sophia, relieved that someone was actually talking to her, smiled. "My name's Sophia."

"Sophia. Wow," said Billy, grabbing ahold of her hand in a firm, yet loose, grip and shook it. "It's great to meet you. How long have you been here?"

It was amazing. Billy had made her feel completely comfortable and less nervous about the internship. She felt like she was being welcomed by a friend. Feeling relaxed, Sophia gave her answer. "Not long. Ten, fifteen minutes at most. You?"

"About the same," said Nick.

"Everyone. Please take a seat," called a heavily accented voice, putting an end to any and all conversation.

Once the interns had found a place to sit and had quieted down, the man continued speaking. "My name is Roger Chetty, and I am head of the Google Intern Program. Welcome to Google. This will not be your average internship." Well, obviously. Few businesses were like a children's amusement park. "Oh, no. You will do what we do. And we will watch how well you do it."

Sophia had to suppress a spurt of laughter. To cover it up, she placed a closed fist in front of her mouth and bit her lip to hide an amused grin. She needed to get her head out of the gutter if she wanted to focus.

"Now, you represent the finest schools."

Yeah! Go, UO!

"Your intelligence, your achievements is well noted. But to excel in this internship you're going to need far more than brain power. What you're going to need. . . is googliness."

The room roared with laughter.

Googliness.

Sophia was going to have to use that more often in her daily vocab.

"Nothing funny," Mr. Chetty said, tone and appearance serious, strict.

That shut everyone up.

"Googliness: the intangible stuff that made a search engine into an engine for change. Now, you'll be divided into teams. By the end of the summer, only one team," - Mr. Chetty held up a finger, adding emphasis to the statement. Sophia held her breath - "will be guaranteed a full-time position. The other ninety-five percent of you will not.

"Now, you've been split up into several seminars to acquaint you with our temperance. The seminar descriptions have been e-mailed to each of you. I would wish you luck, but it's not luck that you'll need. Get to work!"

With that, the interns pulled out their phones before departing the room like it had been set on fire. Sophia, preferring to wait until the crowd had dispersed, awaited her turn. She checked her e-mail as she did so. As promised, the seminar descriptions had been sent. She did a quick scan of the email before getting up and taking the next few steps into the next chapter of her life.

The first seminar Sophia went to was one of the most embarrassing experiences of her life.

It all started when the two men, Billy and Nick, she'd talked to earlier entered the small room. When she knew that they had seen her, Sophia gave them a small wave and a friendly smile before looking ahead. Sophia sighed in relief when Mr. Chetty, the leader of the seminar, got up from his place and began the session.

"Now, I recognize Google is not a conventional work place. Having said that, we have rules. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. You're going to raise the green paddle for 'yes,' and the red paddle for 'no.'"

Okay. Seems simple enough.

"So, let's begin." Mr. Chetty hit a button on the remote he held in his hand. The screen, which read Workplace Seminar, faded away to reveal the first question. "Having a beer with your boss?"

Hells, yeah.

Sophia raised her green paddle. The look she received from Mr. Chetty told her otherwise. After blinking her eyes, Sophia looked around the room. The other interns were holding up the red paddle. . . . Well, every one except two (not including Sophia).

"Some of you," - Mr. Chetty nodded his head towards Billy and Nick - "are under twenty-one. While one of you," - he now referred to Sophia - "is a bit behind in their social skills."

While Sophia bit her lip, Billy decided that now was the time to speak up. "Some of us aren't under twenty-one. So, if you want to grab a cold one with me, we can do that."

"I will not be grabbing a 'cold one' with you."

"Get high?"

"I don't get high."

"Okay. I'm not judging, I'm just saying people do it. Like Miss Sophia over there."

Sophia felt everyone staring at her.

"Yes. Well, obviously 'Miss Sophia' is disconnected from the modern world. Now, next question." Mr. Chetty pressed the same button he used for the previous question. "Dating a fellow intern?"

Sophia, having already seen some interns that she felt attracted to, held up her green paddle. She didn't have to look to know she'd chosen the complete opposite of what she should have. The young woman felt blood rush up to her cheeks.

"This is Google. Not Match dot-com."

"Chetty?" said Nick, stopping him from moving on to the next slide.

As he asked if members of the Google staff were off limit or not, Sophia couldn't help but hide her face in her palm. Yes, she stood by her answers and what she believed, but dang, this was just a nightmare. How was she going to get a job if she didn't understand the company's policies? And, more importantly, since when was it not acceptable to hang out with your boss on occasion? Oh, right. Since now.

"Now," said Mr. Chetty, bringing Sophia back to reality. "Taking food home from the office?"

Green. Nope. Should have went with red.

"I expect Mr. McMahon and Mr. Campbell to have some difficulties, Miss White. But you?" Mr. Chetty stood in front on Sophia, close, but not too close for comfort. "Are you having problems?"

"Um, no, sir. I'm just. . . . Slowly learning what the rules are. And a little confused."

"Confused, how?"

"Well, uh, I don't see what's so bad about dating a fellow worker or taking something home, like a cookie."

"Let me elaborate this for you, Miss White. If you don't learn our company's rules as soon as possible, it's possible that you might not earn a position here. Have I been perfectly clear?"

Sophia, who knew that everyone was watching her for sure, brought her eyes to her lap. In response, she held up the red paddle she'd been given minutes ago.

"Good." Looking at the row where Billy and Nick sat, Mr. Chetty asked, "Is it clear to both of you, as well?"

In response, both of them followed Sophia's lead and held up their red paddles.

"Very good. Ladies and gentlemen, that is all."

More than ready to leave, Sophia grabbed her things and booked it for the exit. This day, which had started off so great, was slowly becoming one of the worst days of her short young adult life.