Summer
It's just ink printed on paper. Nobody could care less about the Ink, it's the feelings of sunshine on your skin and the smell of freshly mowed grass mixed with the sweet scent of daffodils wafting through the air. It's your first job at a crappy diner and a weekend at a resort hotel in Europe as well as an idea, a fantasy shared by those stuck within the walls of an educational facility. Summer is just ink, but it's the memories behind the ink that give the word so much power. For me, it's the unforseen events that would occur during one paticular summer that would change how i looked at that word for as long as i live.
"Two coffees, a sunday special with a sid'a bacon and a three cheese omlett with a sid'a hashbrowns." Read doloris from a grease stained paper.
I nodded while maintaing a balancing act of trays in my hands. Doloris pointed her chubby thumb out the kitchen doors.
"Table 10."
I nodded again."Thanks..Could you um...Get the door for me please?"
With her everpresent frown deepening she waddled over to the gray door and held it open with her other hand on her fat roll of a hip. That digusting piss yellow dress complieted her butter yellow teeth and ratty black hair so well. However the vomit purple nail polish wasnt working with her scarlette red lipstick as successfully.
Pig I thought to myself as she chewed on her gum noisly in my ear as i passed.
Table 10...Table 10...Table 1- oh! . A young man in his 20's sat talking uncomfortably with a small man in a trench coat. The young man had a smooth masculine jaw with blue green eyes set above high cheek bones that twinkled with hidden mischeif. Any other waitress would be fawning over him like dogs in heat but luckily i had more self control than that, just barely enough. The man across from him was a little less glamerous, in fact he looked homeless. His more feminine jaw was lightly stubbled and his hair looked like the wind had taken no mercy and had torn it apart. His mouth was set tight into a frown and his eyes were a deep ocean blue that hid wisdom in their briny depths. He was handsome to, in his own young man in his twenties brightened when he saw the plate of food balanced in my hand.
"Two coffees," I sat the steaming mugs down on the table, "One sunday special with a side of bacon." I sat the plate down in front of the practically drooling potential underwear model.
"And one three cheese omlette with a side of hashbrowns" I sat the plate in front of the melancholic man whos expression loosened into confusion at the presented dish.
"Enjoy!" I gave the mandatory cheesy waitress smile and moved to return to behind the counter when i noticed a faint glow coming from the melancholic mans back. An organic shape was faintly outlined but for the life of me i could not figure out exactly what that shape was.
"Thanks-" The young man said something else but i couldn't hear him over the the food he shoveled eagerly into his mouth.
"Yea yea," I said distracted. "No problem." Giving the mans back a lingering look, which the young man picked up on, i slowly walked away in wonder.
Behind me i heard the young man chuckle.
"I think she digs you man."
"Dean...I do not understand. How does one 'dig' another without the uses of a metal instrument?"
I heard the inevitable slap of what i assume is the young man's hand meeting his forhead. Quickly i slapped my hand over my mouth not only to stifle my laughter but to hid my growing blush.
Is he serious?
Behind the counter i Descretely turned my head and saw the young man talking sternly with the melancholic man who's face remained as confused as ever. I couldn't help but giggle at the cute expression. He was kind of cute, with those enticing blue eyes. Like the water sinking in a shower drain i felt myself feeling an irresistable pull into those wise bottomless eyes that pierced something deeper than my skin. Without realizing it i slowly leaned forward on my fore arms towards the source of the strong gravitational pull. A sharp jab in my side snapped me out of my daze.
"Andy!"
Loretta, one of my older friends was looking out at table ten while fidgeting with her long curly brown locks. I couldn't help but stare at her bulbous red lips as she spoke.
"Who is he?" She whispered.
"Who is who?"
She rolled her eyes, as if the answer were obvious.
"Him." Her eyes darted back and forth motioning to the young man still talking to the confused man in the trench coat.
"Oh, him." I shrugged."I don't know, why don't you go ask him?"
She bit her lip and fiddled with ridiculously large pink and black striped bow on the uniform neckline.
"How am i suppose to be cute in this..this" She made a hand gesture around the uniform. "Disaster!"
The uniform was hot pink with puffy princess style shoulders and slight discolored ruffles at the hem that were obviously added by someone with horrible eye sight. The dress smelled like old fried grease and mold and that was enough to make anyone close enough to smell it gag. The Apron, once a clean white had faded into mildewy yellow with mysterious brown stains all over it.
"Well...keep his attention on your face then."
"How!"
"That's your problem not mine."
"Andyyyyy!" She whined, "This could be my future husband at stake!"
Ah the familiar future husband ruse. I wasn't falling for it again, no way in hell.
"He's not going to be your future anything if you don't go out and fetch him!"
"Fetch him? i'm not a dog!"
"Really? You always seemed like a bitch to me." I teased. She slapped my arm playfully.
"Come on Andy be serious."
I grabbed the coffee pot off the coffee maker and handed it to her.
"Oh no no no i can't go over there, not while i look like this!"
It's not that bad!
Is what i wanted to say but trying to convince a diva that they look fine was like try to convince an apple it was blue. I took the coffee pot back with a roll of the eyes and walked past her towards table ten.
God! She's thirty five years old and she's acting like she's in second grade with a crush on the teacher.
I know i shouldn't be talking, my lovelife was no where near as successful as hers. Naturally, i just happened to have expectations to high for men to meet and i wasn't very attractive. Short untameable natural red hair that i had cut pixie style with freckles decorating every inch of the bridge of my nose.
"Refills?"
Loretta's crush nudged his coffee cup in my direction with a grateful smile. After i filled his cup i turned to the melancholic man who stared at me with facination and wonder like a kid seeing his first christmas.
What's he staring at? Oh god please tell me i didn't smear grease on my face!
I wiped my cheek while i went to refill the melancholic man's coffee cup, which when i went to refill i noticed it hadn't been touched. Pushing aside my utter confusion, politely i asked them if they needed anything although it was more directed to the melancholic man who furrowed his eyebrows in deep confusion.
"Ah yes actually" The model like man replied reaching into coat pocket while clearing his throat in an over exaggerated way. The melancholic man realized his line of focuse and quickly composed himself.
"What can i do for you?"
The young man pulled out his FBI badge,"I'm agent Dean van halen this is my partner Eddie vascone we'd just like to ask you a few questions."
I sat down the coffee pot. "About what?"
Dean made a gesture to the booth across from him. "Have a seat."
Awkwardly i sat next to Eddie who avoided looking in my general direction.
"Have you seen anything out of the ordinary around here?"
"Out of the ordinary like how?"
"Well, cold spots, flickering lights, mysterious scratches?"
I leaned in close,"Listen you didn't hear this from me but, the only scratches you hear around this places are from the rats."
Dean blinked rapidly."Rats?"
I nodded."Yea, There's an infestation of them in the kitchen in the storage room. As for the flickering lights this place has been around since before christ was born so that's a given." I said sarcastically.
Eddie looked at me ."That is not physically possible."
Dean cut me off before i could retort. "There are rats in the kitchen? Where my food just came from there were rats scurrying all over it?"
"Be lucky that's all that happened, if the guys in the back know you were a fed there would be spit in your sandwhich to."
Dean made a gagging sound in the back of his throat. It was quite the comical site. Without another word he made a bee line for the bathrooms, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. I blinked at the spot where he was five seconds ago.
"I hope this doesn't get me fired..." I muttered.
Eddie beside me was silently looking out the window, the light softly caressed the curves and contours of his face.
"Hey!"
Unluckily for me Doloris strolled out of the kitchen with a couple orders in her harpy claws. She gestured in the air.
"These ord'as aren't gonna deliv'ah themselves!"
"Oh shit!" I swore.
Eddie turned to face me.
"I'm so sorry! I have to get back to work!" I pulled out a pen from my pocket and wrote down my phone number on a napkin and handed it to eddie, who took it and looked at it like it was in a foreign languange.
"If you or your partner have anymore questions i'd be happy to answer them, just call this number."
Hurridly i rushed over to Doloris who, once again, jammed her sausage like thumb in the direction of the kitchen.
"Ugh!" I huffed and collapsed onto my poor excuse of a bed, it was nothing short of a box spring mattress with a thin dollar store sheet and a quilt my grandmother made me for my fifth birthday.
I work day and night all for the world's shittiest pay, compliments of the worlds shittiest diner.
I reached into my pocket for my cell phone and checked to see if by any chance i had been contacted by those two feds i saw at the diner. Not a txt nor missed call. lazily i threw my phone onto a pile of my dirty clothes and picked up a couple pieces of computer paper and a clip board. I grabbed a pencil from under my pillow pet (It was my brother's.) and began to attempt an angel sketch again. Midway through the sketch i ran into a common problem, for some reason i can never shape the feathers right. Agitated i began to erase the wing when the nub of the pencil met the paper.
"Damn it!"
Note to self: when at dollar store buy a pack of eraser.
Sighing to myself i sat the clip board and paper aside and laid on my back, staring boredly at the ceiling. I thought back to the two FBi agents and wondered what in the hell they were looking for.
Review please :3 I hope Castiel seemed in character, Dean too.