Shouldn't I be updating one of my seven other stories? Yes. Yes I should. Thank you for reminding me. Now, past my forgetfulness, I'm writing this piece of catnip. Hope you guys don't give two cents why. Cuz even I don't know…
Just Eat The Ice Cream - Introduction
Jackson Overland Frost, a young eighteen year old high school graduate, was, as was the norm, skint broke. So, he applied for jobs wherever he could find them. Bouncing from working as a waiter, to a janitor, to a babysitter, he tried to find some way to get a penny in his pocket. Actually, his savings were pretty substantial, but every nickel counts, right? And if you were trying to go into a field without college, you most likely needed enough money to survive on the minimalistic pay they'd provide. Which was how he ended up working as a night-time waiter in a local club… And then how he ended up as a day-time worker in the towns best, favorite, most spectacular, yadda yadda yadda, ice cream shop. (The sign said parlor, but to Jack it was a shop.)
So, during the day he dealt with spoiled, rude kids who begged their parents to take them to get a vanilla ice cream that you could get anywhere. And at night he dealt with rude, obnoxiously drunk adults who went out to try and have a 'good time' at other people's expense. Both jobs paid well, though, so no matter how much he griped, he stuck with 'em.
He trudged through the daily task of spitting out wave after wave of soft serve vanilla ice cream in a regular, practically cardboard, cone and the nightly task of cleaning up vomit while swatting away the unwanted touches of drunk customers. He couldn't wait until he could afford to apply for the job he really wanted. Could not wait.
Nobody ever told him that children could be so awful when it came to food. Normally he absolutely loved kids. But now? He hated every face under the age of thirteen that walked in those doors. It was always the same thing. They'd beg and beg their parents to get them ice cream until their incessant shrieking drove them crazy. And so they decided to drag the whiny brat to his shop to bring the agony onto him as well.
He adored the chances he got to see adults there. And he had previously been in high school- so he was supposed to hate adults! Now he wished only adults could come to the ice cream shop. His exact opposite feeling regarding the club. He wished everyone too young to want alcohol was allowed and none of the older patrons. It was a horrid mix.
He had quickly learned not to mention one job at the other. People at the club would come find him and try to 'pick him up'. Like a cheap date. And then kids would ask their parents what the club was and he'd get dirty looks and words from his manager and blah blah blah. Jack just kept his mouth shut.
Getting kicked out of his house was the worst thing to happen to him. His mom was done dealing with him- he had a little sister in school. So, he was sent to the streets, searching for a place he could actually call a home. He'd crash at friends' houses whenever they'd let him, but he needed something stable. And so far, nothing really was.