You know what it feels like to die? Of course you don't. Unless you're like me. You see, I'm a grim reaper. I know. I don't exactly look like a grim reaper, but that's because society likes to image grim reapers as cloaked shadows with overwhelming scythes and boney hands. That's really not how it works. Sometimes I think grim reapers were the ones who started those rumors just to throw people off their track. Everyone knew about death. Everyone will experience it, too. I just happened to experience is after only 18 years of living. I didn't even get to do much with my life. It's not like I'm bitter or anything, cause I'm not. I've gotten over it. It's been almost two years since I died. I'm not going to mourn the loss of my life for the rest of my… unlife. Sure, I miss my family. I miss being able to tell people my real name and I miss being called by my real name, but I've gotten over it. I've gotten over the fact that my entire life had been wasted away and I never did anything. I've gotten over the regrets of dropping out of college. I've gotten over the regrets of never going on a real date with a boy.

Whatever. It doesn't bother me anymore.

"Something bothering you, Peanut?"

I look up to see Rube carefully looking over at me from across the table. I guess it had been a while since I touched my oatmeal. Matter of fact, I didn't even have a spoonful yet. "I'm fine," I said lowly. Rube shrugged and I knew he didn't believe me. That's what really bothered me about Rube. He could always tell when I wasn't okay and he always felt the need to ask if I was. He knew the true answer but he also knew the lie I was going to tell him before I even opened my mouth. So why bother?

"Just one little peak, please!"

"Mason, darling… I told you: unless you have something substantial to offer me, the answer remains no. And I think it will continue to remain that way considering the fact that you're still living with George and I and you have yet to make any substantial amount of money." Daisy and Mason were just arriving and I could only assume what Mason had asked of her. I heard him sigh sadly before plopping down next to me. He practically sat on me and I looked at him incredulously. I don't think he even realized I was there as he watched Daisy sit down across from him. "And no, I'm not paying for your breakfast.

"Georgie…" he started to plea. Oh, so now he sees me? I widen my eyes and gape at him before turning back to my oatmeal, choosing to ignore him. He whimpered sadly.

"Has the thought ever occurred to you that you might be able to have breakfast if you got a job?" Rube piped in. Mason looked at him with slight confusion. "Cause if you have a job, you get paid money, and if you have money, you can pay for breakfast."

"Oh, you see, I would agree with that and I would go look for a job, but lovely Daisy here has taught me the importance of hygienic fingernails. Last thing I want to do is get these pretty boys dirty." He looked at his dirty fingernails like he was checking his nail polish. I saw Daisy laugh shamelessly and roll her eyes.

"I didn't even know the word hygiene existed for you."

"Well, if you want to get technical, I used the word hygienic."

"Yes, well hygienic is another form of the word hygiene."

"If you two are done?" Rube cut in shortly, placing post-its in front of everyone except for Mason.

"Where's my post-it?"

"Don't you just love it how every time someone doesn't get a post-it, they ask me where their post-it is? Like I lost it?"

"Or you forgot to give them one," I added humorously.

"You don't get one today, Mason."

"Well, why not?"

Rube shrugged. "Shouldn't you just be happy you don't have another opportunity to screw up? You know, that also makes me happy cause then I don't have to tell you how much of a screw up you are for screwing up."

"Except you're doing that now, Rube."

"Would you look at that." Rube chuckled. "I am…"

"Where's Roxy?" I asked.

"I already gave her a post-it. She had an early reap."

"Can't imagine she was happy," I added. Rube simply shook his head as if remembering a conversation he had earlier, a slight smirk on his face.

"No… she wasn't. I think you all should get started."

I looked down at my post-it. P. Thrace. 502 Hecklem Lane. 10:23am "Mind if I tag along, Daisy?" I heard Mason ask hopefully.

Daisy hummed thoughtfully for a moment as if in deep contemplation on an answer. "No," she added quickly before getting up and walking out of Der Waffle Hause. Mason watched her leave and gave another sad sigh. I simply rolled my eyes.

"You wouldn't say no to me, would you, Georgie?" I huffed.

"Yeah, except maybe you should stop coming to me as a second thought." I nudge him with my knee to indicate I wanted to leave and he scooted out of the booth, mock hurt on his face.

"You're a beautiful person, George."

I laughed. "I didn't say you could come!"

"Well, can I come?" I sighed and nodded. "Yes!"

"I take it you don't have anything better to do?"

"On a Saturday morning? No… not really." I rolled my eyes again before walking out of Der Waffle Hause.