A/N: Alright people, I am back to in an unexpected way! Here is my first ever Lemon-less story packed to the brim with plot, survival, and love in all manners. Unfortunately (depending upon whom you ask), I have decided to take a little break from the sex and try to write some good stories with meaningful characters. If you don't like it there really isn't much I am able to do about it. It is not something I am doing out of free-will either, it was an unforeseen circumstance that I think we all can relate to. Nonetheless, it is story time, I hope you all enjoy my debut into the world of story writing at it's finest in this tale of a lover in peril and secrets to be unveiled. The best of wishes! Oh, and really quick, the main character, Donald F. Edwards, is loosely based upon myself, he even has my real last name IRL which is Edwards.
Chapter One: "Job Market Blues"
"I think we should move in together someplace, Donald." My girlfriend Lorelei sat on the bed in my room timidly. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, those same eyes that always seemed to convey any emotion perfectly, in this case it was hope. I had been dreading this conversation for a while now. I knew she would eventually bring it up. Lately, she has had a sudden fascination in local apartments and houses. She continued to stare into my hazel eyes like a dog begging for table scraps and I was nearly speechless.
"I…uh…I don't think this is the right time to be moving around, Lorelei. I don't have a job or a place to go to. This is a small town in Kansas, not the Big Apple. I just don't know where we'll go. I'm only twenty for God's sake!" I replied hoping she would drop the matter before she got me to agree. "All the more reason in my eyes to do it," She said with a smile, "You are twenty and still living with your parents. Is that how you want the rest of your life to go?"
My gaze fell to the ground, I was ashamed at how right she was. I couldn't just live with my parents forever, it has to end. "So, how do we pay for it?" I asked while running my fingers through my black hair. "You'll need to get a job, hon. That's the only thing I can think of." Lorelei stood up from the bed and laid a soft hand on my shoulder.
She was beautiful, I never did tell her that as much as I should. Her long, soft brunette hair hung down to the her shoulders and always blew cutely in the wind. Her soft brown eyes always melted my troubles away, they were usually gazing into my own. Her skin was white but not pale, almost like the brightest rays of sunshine reflecting off of the purest snow in winter. She had curves like no other girl I had ever met, her large breasts were always trapped inside of a bra that was slightly too small for them, she always had the audacity to wear a V-neck shirt to tease me with her cleavage. She was thin, but not dangerously so, the gentle slope of her hips curved inwardly and came back out at her shapely ass. She would always find ways for me to touch her round, supple ass anywhere. Sometimes, in public places, she would force my hand into her back pocket so I could press my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. Now she was asking me to get a job, even then her mouth moved in a way than almost made me pounce on her, then and there, in a fit of passion and frustration. (A/N: I said I was temporarily done with sex, but I never said I would starve you people of stimulation. That's why I am going to be doing these sweet little descriptions as often as possible!)
I have only ever had three jobs before, two of which had been over in a month. I don't have many talents nor do I have any aspirations. The odds of me finding a place that will hire me are next to none…and that's if I'm lucky. I guess I'm going job hunting, I took a look at my watch and saw that it was only one-o-clock. "I got time," I told myself while tapping the glass on my watch matter-of-factly.
I kissed Lorelei passionately on the lips, grabbed my keys and slipped them into my back pocket, then waved to her and went downstairs and left through the front door. I took a look at my car, an original 1967 Stingray Corvette (look it up, it is a badass vehicle) in perfect condition. It was a deep blue with metallic flecks doting the retro body. My father fixed it up and gave it to me as my first car, I love it! Everything in it aside from the engine is authentic in all ways. I opened the door and got in with a smile.
Turning over the engine, I took a look at my house and saw Lorelei looking at me through the window. She waved and blew a kiss before giving me a thumbs up for good luck as I drove off. The hours that followed turned out to be nothing other than a wild goose chase for lack of a better analogy.
Each job I saw that was hiring cut me down and sent me on my way with little less than a bat of an eyelash. First, it was a janitorial position at a bar, but because I'm only twenty they said I "wasn't entirely qualified nor legally approved for this occupation." Which in my opinion was a load of bullshit. For God's sake, if one birthday qualifies me to scrub toilets and mop floors I may as well just get hammered there while I'm at it. Next, I tried the local supermarket to see if I could run the check-out. They cut me off halfway through my interview and said that I "just wasn't right for this job."
Granted, I don't do very well with people and, in simple terms, I am generally non-social. And yes, I do happen to hate math and numbers, making me very bad with pricing and tallying. But is that any reason to just destroy a guy's hopes? That is sarcastic by the way, of course it's all the reason and more. Then, the final hope, a gas station attendant.
What could I possibly be more qualified for? I could run a pump and take cash no problem, the only issue was that the person who runs the gas station hates me and my entire family. I have never asked why, mostly because I have a mutual hatred for him as well, and partly because I actually do not give a shit why. He just seems to despise anyone with the last name 'Edwards' for absolutely no reason.
So that takes gas stations out of my future employment ventures. To be down-right, I was devastated. A man who can't work is like a bird who can't fly, I am not going to be the fucking Penguin of my house so I had to keep at it. The only course of action at that point was to cruise around town looking for any desperate bastard that'll take me. I passed parlors, shops, and businesses of all kinds with no luck, that is until I drove past one particular pizzeria.
A large, lit-up sign stood high above the ground perched atop a smallish building. The sign was quite simple and only read one thing, "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." It looked to be a decent place, that's when I saw the for-hire sign hanging in one of its windows. I approached it and carefully read the tiny font aloud, "We are hiring anybody who can work the night guard shift from twelve-o-clock AM to six-o-clock AM. Watch over the rooms and animatronics and ensure they are in proper placement. If you want to know more about this job come inside and ask for 'Mr. Fazbear.' Not responsible for mutilation/decapitation."
That would be a perfect job for me! I wouldn't have to socialize or do math, what job could be better? I rushed into the pizzeria and sped to the nearest employee. She was a petite blonde who seemed to smile more than humanely necessary, her name was "Jane" according to the name tag clipped to the loose fabric of her shirt. "Hello, Jane. Could I speak with Mr. Fazbear?" I asked her while timidly rubbing my arm like some schoolgirl.
"Of course, you must be here for the night job! I can go get him for you, but I simply have to ask. What is your name?" She giggled a little at how awkwardly I was standing, but I got over it and responded. "My name is Donald F. Edwards. But most people call me Don or Donnie." She gave me a 'chill out and relax' kind of look. "Well, Donnie. I'm going to go get the big cheese himself for ya'," She turned around and started to walk away but not before she threw her gaze back and winked while saying, "Now don't run off anywhere." The last thing I heard before she disappeared into the maze of hallways was her giggling echoing off the walls of the restaurant.
I waited patiently for a few seconds before Jane returned with a tall, thin man with a beard. Not exactly what I would call the poster face of a pizzeria. He held out his long bony hand for me to shake. I did so and was instantly surprised at his grip, he was strong for a man like himself. He pulled his skeleton-like hand back to rest at his side and smiled before speaking.
"So, you are here for a job at this fine establishment? I say 'fine' very loosely." I nodded my head and replied. "This seems like a nice place to relax with the family. I see nothing wrong with it." He scoffed and waved a dismissive hand in front of my face, "This place has been falling apart since the beginning. The building itself is in good condition, but it's not the physical part that's the problem. Finance. It's always been an issue. My father passed this place down to me the second the breath left his lungs on his deathbed. Sorry bastard, he had a dream and it became his nightmare." After that he trailed off for a little before remembering why he was standing there.
"Anyway," He said while brushing a small bit of dirt from his pristine white suit, "You're hired." I was dumbstruck, had he really just hired me that fast? No paperwork? No interview? No back round check? For all he knew I could have been a first-class pedophile scoring some easy action with a bunch of kids too busy having fun to do anything! Nonetheless, I was not a pedophile, and more importantly, I wasn't going to turn down my only job opportunity. I nodded profusely and shook his hand once more. Then he handed me my uniform and told me to report to this building at midnight for work.
I said that was fine and left through the front door. On my way out I caught a glimpse of the restaurant's main attraction, Freddy Fazbear and the whole gang. They stood on a small stage waving to children and adults alike as they passed them by. My eyes met Freddy's and a chill tickled down along my spine. I felt uncomfortable looking at that animatronic, it was almost like he was staring me down. "He is just a bunch of wires and ones and zeros, nothing to worry about." I tried telling myself, but that same cold numbness never left me the entire ride home.
Unnerving was a delicate way of putting it, it was certainly something that could drive a man insane with thoughts if he cared to think about it long enough. Freddy Fazbear's had always been something of a conversation piece. My father told me that place was like fine gravel, and no stone was left unturned. It all seems to go back to Fredbear's Family Diner. Such a rich and interesting history, the same history I care very little to think of right now. Just another lazy thought to skim over in my night hours, I suppose.
The second I pulled into my driveway Lorelei was waiting with a smile on her face. "So, how'd it go?" She asked enthusiastically. The only thing I could have told her was the truth, and that was just what I did. "Better than expected, worse than needed." Her smile faded and her face took on a more caring demeanor. "Why? What happened" She asked while waiting for me to get my lazy ass out of my car. I got out, approached her tentatively, and replied jokingly, "Nobody wants to hire a sack-a-shit like me, babe," She looked sad for a moment before I continued, "But it just so happens I found the only man in the world desperate enough to do so."
It was kind of like watching the star atop a tree light up, the way her face changed from sorrow to joy. She smiled widely and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I felt warm, but not just warm, I also felt tingly. Like the happiness and hope that was flowing through her was infecting me, but in a good way of course. Feelings of amazement and joviality flooded me, but most apparently lust. I could feel that same tension filling me as I dragged her upstairs to my room for a celebration unlike any ever seen. This part I'm going to have to leave out, this is my girlfriend after all. (A/N: Cock-blocked!)
I woke up an hour later and realized I had to go to work. I had to go to work. It truly does feel nice to think about it. I slipped into my uniform, got a cold cup of coffee, and left to go to work. I love saying that…
(A/N: So, review and tell me what you think of my brand-spanking-new writing style! Any criticism? Drop it in a review! But make it constructive, please. Don't forget to favorite and keep track of the new chapters. Next chapter is going to be the first night! Does anyone like the idea of having the Phone Guy's call text italicized at the very end of the story? I know those calls can get a bit repetitive but I do plan on making them interesting! *Wink* *Wink* How does a high as hell phone guy sound, or maybe he can get as hammered as a nail? Anyhow. Review, favorite, and stay Happy! HappySapplinz O.U.T.!)