The six teen year old with black and purple hair was woken up vicoiusly by the sharp shrill of his alarm clock that he had moved farther away from him so it wouldn't suffer the same fate as the three other heeps of metal that had been thrown in the trash. He sat up quickly, the covers getting thrown off him and his hair sloshing into his beautiful green eyes. The gorgeous eyes tried to focus on the flashing digital numbers from his alarm clock, when they finally did, he half screamed; "CRAP!" and jumped out of his bed. The teen was getting ready the second his pale feet hit the floor, rummaging through his clothes to find the ones he needed, hurridly putting on the first type of deoderant he found, mashing shoes onto his feet without bothering to see if they were appropriate for the estimated weather for the day. When he finally managed to stumble into the bathroom he didn't try to brush his hair, he just put some of the XL styling gell from Got2B he swore by roughly through his gorgeous locks and went running out of the small room that had clothes dangling from almost every surface. With spectacular speed and clever coordination he yanked the strap of his black backpack in the clever shape of a creepy coffin off the floor and onto his shoulder. Then the young man bolted from his spacious loft at full speed, slamming the heavy door shut behind him. He sprinted to the stairs, knowing it was the only fast way for him to get out of the huge building. He tried to plant his feet on the ground when he realized he would soon run into a wall, his shoes just slowed him down slightly and he slid into the wall at a slightly hurtful speed. He chuckled slightly, and then he heard the door he had slid into start to open. He ttok a step back and waited two seconds for the owner to fully open the door.
"Mr. Kinney." The teen smiled with one nod.
"Andy." The adult smiled with the same one nod.
The kid took off running again, slamming into the wall at the end of the hall before springing through the door that contained the stairs. The kid was Andy Jefferson, he was a punk that attended St. James academy. He lived all alone just down the hall from the popular advertiser, he came running past the luxurious loft almost every morning because he never got up when he was supposed to. Every morning Brian opened the door of his loft at the same time, at the exact right time to see the duel haired teen running past. The cute boy always stopped long enough to greet the older man with a nod and a smiling; "Mr. Kinney", then he would take off towards the stairs. It happened every morning (except weekends) with out fail, yet the blonde that almost always occupied the onyx haired mans' bed never even knew that there was a boy living down the hall from his beloved. The two always seemed to miss each other some how.
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Andy began searching through his bag for his key. He had left in such a hurry he didn't remember whether or not he had grabbed his key. He needed to get into his loft as fast as he could so he could get changed for his newest interview. After five minutes of fruitless searching, he knew he needed to ask his superior for help...once again. He pressed the button connected to the advertisers flat.
"Yes?" Came the annoyed voice of the tall man.
"Sorry Mr. Kinney, I left my key in my loft again, can you please ring me in?" He asked nicely, fiddling with the strap of his bag.
"Sure thing Andy."
The older man quickly rang him in.
"Thank you Mr. Kinney."
The teen opened the door and began running again to his loft. As he ran down the hall the would eventually lead to his loft he saw the door to the kind man whjo had let him in's loft. He planted his feet but slid into the wall that ajoined to the door with a soft thud.
"Mr. Kinney." He smiled with a nod.
"Andy." Brian smiled with an exact nod.
The kid went running to his room. He began pulling his clothes off as soon as the door slammed shut behind him, acciddentally falling onto the couch because he tried pulling his shirt off while he was walking. It finally let go of his head when he rolled off the second hand couch and onto the cold ground. He grabbed the black vest he would need for his job interview and slid it down his pale arms as he ran to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and took a very quick drink before attempting to take off his slacks while sprinting to his bedroom for the more comfortable pair lying across his headboard. Unfortunatly the duel haired fell twice in his attempt, but he got up quickly from every fall and his pants were thrown over a near lamp post and lunged himself onto the bed. He snatched the pants off the headboard and quickly yanked them on. He then huirredly sprinted to the bathroom to slash on some make up and fix his hair. The teen grabbed his set of chains from the desk littered with pay checks and school work and quickly hooked them to his pants. He quickly looked around for his second wallet that actually contained all of his money (he knew it was NOT safe at school) and couldn't remember where he had placed it. He wished he wasn't so hurried all the time, so he would know where he placed the things he cast off quickly. The teen stopped all his movement, closed his eyes, and focused on what he had done. The boy viewed his mind as Sherlock Holmes from the British adaption of the old books, the Televison show was rightfully named Sherlock. He saw every thing very quickly and extremely accuratly. After only a few seconds he remembered throwing it in the bath tub last night in a sleepy stuper. He jumped with joy and sprinted to the bath tub, he yanked the wallet, chain first, out of the slightly damp container. He quickly hooked it to a belt loop on the opposite side of his pants that the other chains were placed on and then took off in a sprint to his door. He remembered to grab his keys from the freezer, which was where he had thrown them instead of the chocolate bar he had bought, the chocolate bar was now half melted on the counter. Then he took off running again.
Brian had waited for the young boy to pass by him again, knowing he wouldn't be long. The now fully punked out teen slid into the wall next to the still open door, and pushed himself off the cold cement. He smiled at the advertiser, and greeted him as he always had.
"Mr. Kinney." Nod.
"Andy." Nod.
The teen took off at a run, only remembering to fasten his buttons when the vest billowed out behind him. The onyx haired man last glimpsed the teen fastening his buttons as he pushed through the door to the stairs with his back. The advertiser just smiled before closing the door. He turned around with a smile still firmly placed on his handsome face.
"What's got you all happy?" Justin chuckled, rubbing a towel against his wet hair.
"Nothing. When you gunna be ready? I'm starving." Brian asked, dropping his smile instantly and replaced it with an annoyed look.
"I'll be done soon, jeez. It's just the diner."
The blonde rolled his eyes and went back into the bed room to finish drying off and to change his clothes.
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The duo walked into the diner and joined the rest of their friends at a table. The gang was talking about a boy, a very hot one by the comeplements.
"And who are we fawning over now boys?" The advertiser asked, throwing an arm around the back of the seat.
"The new waiter, he just started today and he's a dream boat. I wonder when he gets off." Emmett explained, looking at the male who he was complimenting.
The new waiter showed himself to the new arrivals very soon. Andy walked up and set three glasses of different kinds of drinks down. Then he turned his attention to the advertiser.
"Mr. Kinney." He smiled with a nod.
"Andy." The male nodded back.
The older male saw the confused look on his lovers face out of the corner of his eye.
"This is my partner Justin Taylor." He introduced, nodding over to the pale blonde across from him.
"Mr. Taylor." Nod. "May I get you anything?"
"I'll have coffee, black-" The strong man started.
"Caffeen can stunt your growth and can make you have poor sexual performance which your partner will not take kindly to, it also stains your teeth which are so very pretty. You should have milk, it strengthens bones, improves ennamel of teeth and it is said to improve the brain function in males over the age of thirty three, which you are nearing." The duel haired teen told him.
Every male at the table, save Brian, looked at him in shock and confusion.
"Fine, I'll have milk. And a ham-" Again the strong male tried to order.
"The meat they use for all hamburgers contains certain chemicals that can screw up motor function, create a loss in appetite and promotes premature hairloss. A veggie burger would taste just the same and make your stomach happier for longer." Andy ranted yet again.
"Fine, I'll have a veggie burger." He finished.
"Yes Mr. Kinney. And you, Mr. Taylor?" The teen questioned.
"I'll have a coke and a hamburger." The blonde said confused.
"Caffeen isn't good for you, and neither is meat for hamburgers. I bet you would love orange juice and a turkey sandwhich just the same."
"Uh, ok, yea." The college student said totally confused.
"Yes Mr. Taylor. All of your orders should be ready soon." The young boy smiled before turning and walking away.
The entire table turned to get an answer from Brian. It took him almost three minutes to notice them. He looked at them with a 'what?' expression.
"Why did you listen to him when he told you to get milk and a veggie burger?" Micheal asked.
"Why did he call me Mr. Taylor?" Justin asked curiously.
"How did he know all that stuff?" Ted asked.
"How big is his cock?" Emmett asked, looking after the youths amazing ass.
"Don't." The advertiser said in a voice that was almost a growl. "He's six teen, leave him alone. ALL of you."
The group looked at him with half scared and still very confused eyes. Luckily the teen which they had been conversing saved the black haired guy from having to suffer out the looks. He came up carrying four plates and a glass of orange juice, amazingly. He set them down while rattling off what they were.
"Hamburger with extra pickles, fries, and extra ketchup." The plate went to Micheal. "Cheeseburger with extra fries." To Ted. "Double hamburger with a side of vanilla pudding." Emmett. "And your orange juice with a turkey sandwhich, Mr. Taylor. Sorry Mr. Kinney, I'll bring your food right away."
Mr. Kinney gave him one nod which was returned, then the punk turned and walked away.
"Wow, that was impressive, did Deb teach him?" The flamboyant bottom asked with a laugh.
The red head had walked by at that time.
"Did I teach who?" She asked, stopping infront of the table.
"The new hotty." Emmett smiled, jerking his chin to the teen that was quickly re-filling all the coffee cups sitting at the counter.
"Oh, Andy is such a dear. He just applied this morning, and Kiki couldn't come in today so I let him have a test run. He's getting majorly cruised but still works very efficiently." She gushed.
"Andy is always efficient, he was born that way." Brian said with an eyebrow raise.
"Thank you Mr. Kinney," The punk smiled, walking up to the table with the studs food and drink in hand. "Excuse me Deborah." He said politely, motioning that he needed to put the plate on the table.
The woman smiled as she took a step to the side, tilting her head to let the youth know he could set it down. And he did.
"Your Veggie burger and milk, Mr. Kinney. If you need anything just let me know."
Another smile and the boy was gone. Deb took a step back to her original position.
"Isn't he charming? He is so nice. I couldn't believe he was only six teen. I'm sad he'll only be here twice a week."
"Why only twice a week?" The accountant questioned.
"Andy has three other jobs, and MUST maintain at least a three point nine grade point average or else he'll lose his student wellfare. He's straining himself as is without adding yet another job. Don't give him any late night shifts." The stud commanded Deb on the last sentence.
"Thank you, Mr. Kinney, I appreciate your concern and memory." Andy smiled as he walked past balancing three plates and two drinks.
"No problem Andy."
"Will you take our fucking order?" Some guy screamed at Deb.
Just as the firey woman was about to make a feisty retort, the new employee interveined.
"Yelling at a femal in a public place not only makes you look like a complete jerk, it is also dangerously close to the law protecting women and their right sto be safe. Even if you are not a females significant other, you can still go to court for domestic abuse. The toll for which is roughly from five to nine years. So I suggest you give her a minute and enjoy the company of the handsom men you get to dine with." The valient male told the snappy customer.
The annoyed male didn't seem to know what to say to the smart male. The male just smiled and took out a pad of paper to take down their orders. The stunned group did so quietly, not drawing any more attention to themselves.
"Wow, he's quick." Emmett said impressed.
"Is he right about the law thing?" Deb asked confused.
"If only Melanie was here." Ted said with a slight smile.
"Andy is a walking Encyclopedia." Brian shrugged.
"More like a talking Useless Book Or Useless Information, Mr. Kinney." He smiled, walking past the table again.
"You do have the whole collection Andy."
"Of course, Mr. Kinney."
"Will you bring me ketchup?"
"Ketchup is loaded with sugar that will ruin your figure and also with deteriorate the ennamel on the teeth that are so gorgeous. Try steak sauce, it isn't any healthier but does contain one third the sugar."
"Fine Andy, bring me that then."
"Of course Mr. Kinney."
The cutie went to fetch the sauce. Everyone just looked at the advertiser confused, if any one else had substatuted his food the way this twerp had, he would have flipped a bitch, yet he did nothing.
"What the hell is up with you?" Micheal asked him slightly angrily.
"How the fuck DO you know Andy?" Justin commanded.
Then the advertisers phone went off. It was just a text, that commanded him to get to work.
"I have to go make money, men." He smirked, standing up. He put thirty bucks on the table, enough for his and Justin's food with a huge tip. "Make sure Andy gets it." He commanded Deb.
"Thank you, Mr. Kinney." The duel haired punks smiling voice called from some where in the kitchen.
The advertiser nodded and left the diner.
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So, I really had no idea where to end this, so I just stopped when I was told it would be best if I went to sleep. Hope you enjoy, please review!