Okay so I've been rolling over this story for a while because…I dunno I like it. It's based in North Carolina, somewhere off in the mountains. I might get more specific in a while but that would involve me actually thinking. I'll do that later. Obviously its Fem!Isaac because that's one of my favorite characters to write. Um…other than that it's rated Mature of possible future material. I haven't thought that far yet. I hope you guys like it!
North Carolina sucked. Especially the mountains. Scott would never understand why so many painters came out here to paint the stupid mountains or all the songs written about it. Granted, the mountains might have been nice in winter but it was summer. It was the middle of summer and you could swim through the air. The air was so tight with humidity that it was like skin. Skin that was stretched so far that if you let it go it'd be wrinkly. It was awful. Scott McCall hated North Carolina.
You see…Scott was a Cali kid. Born and raised. He was used to being about twenty to thirty minutes away from the beach. Forty if the traffic was bad. Now he was six hours away. Six. It's not like he would even have time to go to the beach if he lived close to it. No, he had to work. That's why he was here. His mom had shipped him out here to work. She was convinced that he was having some teenager crisis and needed time away from his best friend. It was like a bad break up. He was here though. Working at his uncle's restaurant.
You can't even really call it a restaurant. What kind of a restaurant is called 'Dairy Freeze'? Really, what kind? Apparently it's newly renovated though. Renovated so that people could actually sit inside. Even with two air conditioners, one pumping in the kitchen and one pumping in the dining room, it's still miserably hot. Probably because the only thing that separates them is a thin wall that has a huge gap in the middle so the food and be served. Course there is a counter but it's only in the corner with a few barstools on it.
Speaking of the food, Scott is almost a hundred and ten percent that there should be a surgeon generals warning on his uncle's food. It's bound to have caused more than one heart attack in this rinky-dink town. Scott is actually positive that his cholesterol goes up just from serving the stuff. Everyone seems to like it though. The burgers, the fries but most importantly, the milkshakes. They weigh a ton and are all rich and creamy. Scott hates them because he always had to bring a spoon back to stupid teenagers.
Speaking of stupid teenagers. There are too many. Girls that walk in with half of the butt cheeks hanging out. Boys that drive trucks jacked up to glory. Shockingly enough…or not, they always walk in together. They are all tanned up and brain fried from too much Coppertone and sunshine. Truly, Scott's just jealous that's not what he's doing this summer. Stupid teenagers that get to have a good summer.
"Scott," Uncle Bobby is waving his hand in front of his nephews face as Scott leans over the counter, his order pad almost falling out of his hand. Scott blinked quickly, making a rather unattractive noise as he sat up, "What?" Bobby stared at him with a frown, "You have customers." The teen nodded a bit before he walked around from the counter, walking over to the table were another gaggle of over-tanned teenagers sat. He took their order, trying to ignore all their giggling. He walked back over and put the order in, leaning on the counter once again. He didn't really have time to almost fall asleep though because the door opened.
This girl walked in. She was super tan, just like the rest of the teenagers here, but she wasn't wearing hoochie or some weird statement shirt. Instead she had on a pencil skirt with a plain white shirt tucked in. Her hair hung in ringlets and framed her face really well. Bobby walked out of the kitchen to hug the girl with a smile, "Izzy! How have you been girl?" She gave him a smile and Scott quickly noticed her dimples. "Great, how 'bout you Bobby?" Scott watched as he uncle let go of the girl and gave her a nod, "I been great, what are you up to this summer anyway? Need a job?" Scott thought that was a great idea but couldn't help but frown as the girl shook her head, "Nuh-uh. Thank you kindly though. I got a job at the library actually."
You know…now that Scott thought about it, that summer reading list his English teacher had sent looked pretty good.