"Maxie, pick up. Table 4!"

"I got it! No need to shout!"

I picked up the two trays filled with soup and rushed over to table 4. I glanced at the clock and sighed at the 20 more minutes I had to wait before closing.

Only a week ago had I moved here and within two days, I had found myself this waitressing job at 'Emily's' on the border of Forks and La Push. Emily, who obviously owned the diner, was really sweet. She interviewed me herself and gave me the job straight away. I had a feeling they were screaming for staff. Then on my first day working here, I realised why. Being on the border, it attracted everyone in a 3 mile radius, including 5 insanely sculpted god-like men who, I later learned, all knew Emily personally. So personally in fact, one of them was her fiancé. Who would have guessed it? A beautiful successful woman and a Greek god of a man were engaged to be married. Go figure. They're so perfect together it kind of makes me sick. Always kissing. Always hugging. Sometimes I could feel myself about to scoff until I realised it was all just jealousy. I had been single for months. My last relationship had been long distance, which sucked. So it really did all boil down to being jealous. Enough with the past though. It's in the past and that is exactly where it should stay. I should focus on the present and presently, I am working.

Ugh!

*snap snap* "waitress?" a males voice called so irritatingly. I hated when people did that so I purposely took my time. When I finally turned around to take his order, I realised it wasn't a he. It was a them. Not just a them. A god-like them.

"Hey, im Maxie. Can I take you order?" I smiled. I was a confident person so on the outside I was cool and collected. The inside however, I was swooning.

"Hey Maxie, I'll take a ½ pound chicken burger with lots of lettuce and mayo and a huge portion of fries and 2 blueberry muffins and apple pie."

"Ill have 2 bowls of the spaghetti with leak and tomato soup and buttered bread and the chocolate fudge cake with ice cream and sprinkles."

"Can I have a BLT with fries and side salad and..."

"Stop!" that was way to fast for me to write down, never mind remember it. "I can't write that fast guys." They started to laugh. Great. Im making a fool of myself. "Okay, I got your order and your order, but can you repeat yours please? Slowly?" I smiled and laughed a little with them.

I had taken their orders and was waiting to pick up because with 10 minutes before closing, the guys were the only customers left. In a way, I kind of hated that. They weren't the quietest of people and a headache was beginning to form. I got the jist that Emily noticed.

"Hey Maxine, long day huh?" she smiled and pulled out a chair for me to sit on. How nice.

"Yeah, sort of. Just can't wait to go to sleep ya'know, I finished all my unpacking last night and my bed is calling me." she giggled.

"Why don't you go and get changed and ill take the guys their order." I think im in love with this woman. I smiled and said my thanks before shuffling off to the ladies to finally take off my uniform. After a pretty hectic day in kitten heels and a power blue dress which was my uniform, I loved pulling up my jeans and slipping into my converse and tank top combo. Tank tops aren't really the best idea for this area because it is almost below 0 24/7, but when you get up late, you grab and go.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I was a little shocked to find that the guys had already finished their meals and was getting ready to leave. I shuck it off and waved goodbye to Emily. She really was a lovely person. I hated that. I straddled my bike and sped down the road.

I lived about ten minutes away from the diner in a three bedroom cabin house. I couldn't afford the place all on my own so I moved in with my friends from high school. Farrah and Calib went to school with me back in New York but when we graduated, they both decided to move to a secluded place like la push. Caleb is doing online courses in art and photography and Farrah is a full time mom to an 8 month old angel, Amelia. She's an angel because she doesn't cry at night; she eats all her food and hardly ever makes a fuss.

I love living with my friends, it sort of feels like being in a dorm in college. Farah's parents visit once a month and leave money for bills and food and Milly. Lib's parents are loaded and gave him $25,000 when he told them he was moving away. Me? I just told my mom I was leaving. She was too drunk to care where I was going and honestly, I still don't think she's noticed I've gone. What about my dad? My dad doesn't know he's my dad and my mom told me he was always to doped up to take care of himself, never mind a child. People wonder why I have a sarcastic and slightly pessimistic attitude.

I walked into the house to find the place in utter silence. Just how I like it. I immediately crawled upstairs to check up on Milly. It's become a little routine of mine when I get in from work. Farah's too knocked out to notice and Milly waits up playing with her little rabbit teddy. She blew a few snot bubbled before I tucked her up with her blanket and left.

I walked into my room and wriggled lazily out of my jeans. Leaving them wherever they fell, I stumbled over to my bed and shimmied inside the duvet.

"Up at 7, out by 8. Start at half past. Leave at 9. Home, bath bed." I muttered tomorrows schedule to myself as I set my alarm on my phone. I snuggled into my bed and closed my eyes and waited to fall asleep...