A Simple Plan
Author's Notes:
Okay, don't you you dare give me those looks! I know, I've been major procrastinater! (that is, if you read my LJ you'll understand)
And, I know, I'm not supposed to be on , but right now I am rebelling against my rents! Whoot! Let's hear it for teen angst! Right Ty?
Ahh, sorry. I know I'll regret this later, but oh well. Here's a new story! Don't kill me for putting everyhting else on hold! Please! Mercy! I'm sorry! I'm lazy!
Actually, I don't think Better Off Dead is going to go any further. It's kinda just dead story.
And Zero 2, I just have major writer's block on it. Sorry.
Anywhos, (looks at the screen and sees all the As.. wow) TK, summary please!
TK: It's summer and Dais has a lot of items on his to-do list. Well, sorta. But, the goals he's attempting to accompish are all but simple. Get a band, get the girl. So, when the Battle Of The Bands Bash happens with a three weeks notice, will Motomiya be able to round up a stellar crew and beat out the rival band? Not to mention, what will they name the band?
Yep, it's another band story. It has previously been posted in my LJ. It's also an AU and has the futureness of being a Dakari, Taikeru (whoot! OTP!), and Kenato. Oh yea. Sweetness, no?
Besides that, read my LJ!!!! That is all.
TK: Read on.
plan
chapter 1
If you were a teenager, and the summer was upon you, what kind of things would you do?
"Welcome to Shakin' Bacon, home of the cardio-arrest. Can I get you a fried pork today?"
Definitely not be working at the local grease-pit, eh? Well, it paid, with money-not anything else. And I really needed the cash.
Of course, if there were any other way to get said money, I would've quit in a second. But there wasn't. So, I had to deal with wearing an off yellow shirt with red strips on the collar, topped off with a bacon-button decorated red visor.
"Enjoy your meal."
My blonde headed friend smiled sincerely at the family of four, all of which were extremely overweight and not needing the extra-crispy family fries nor Jumbo sized Heart-attack burgers, as he handed them their food.
As they walked away, the kids already digging into their Piglet Packets, I turned to my compadre and asked, "How can you act so darn happy? Those people are either going to die from high cholesterol, heart failure, clogged arteries, or choking on their burgers as they greedily stuff their food down their obese throats. And why? False advertising, that's why!
"We say, 'Hey! Eat our food! Sure, we let it sit in grease for ten minutes, fry it, then grease it again before sticking it in salt and serving it to you. And, sure, you'll probably look back on this when you're so heavy that you can't even see your toes anymore and think, "Why the hell did I super size those French fries?" But, hey! Don't think about that! Just think about how flippin happy our workers look. That must mean something! Now Jumbo size your entire order.'
"The only reason why we're happy- and skinny I might add, except Benny, is because we all know better than to even touch anything made here."
Takeru Takashi shook his head at me, his bright blue eyes rolling. The only real blonde in Odiaba, other than his older brother, and he was my best friend, the optimist of my cynical joke-of-a life.
"Dai, if you don't like the way this place goes, then why are you still working here?"
Before I could rant on about how all the other availabilities weren't quite the option (since there weren't any- I was the last 16-year-old without a job by the beginning of June), the love of my life entered the said grease-pit that just so happened to be my last and only option.
Technically she wasn't in my life, just yet and at the time, but from the very second I saw her I knew. It was true love at first sight.
She was a brunette beauty, a real babe. With shoulder length hair and headphones draped around her neck, the wonder-girl approached my open register. Her eyes were honey-brown, and they flashed with light when she smiled, teeth perfectly white.
"Hi. As I newbie to the area, what do you suggest?"
Voice like an angel, no kidding. Not to mention, stellar body. She wore a red Ataris tee shirt, meant for a dude, but smoking on her. She added pizzazz to her look with acid-dyed pants (80's style) with holes on the knees (totally 80's) and pink and black converse- hightops.
"I'd suggest you get the hell outta here."
Instantly I felt pain. Saying a quite ouch, I turned to my right to see TK still standing there. "What?" I whispered.
He glared daggers at me and made motions with his head that I assumed meant to, like, kill it. But I pretended that I didn't notice.
Smiling at the glowing hottness before me, I said in my 'what's up' tone, "Yo, sorry about that. I just don't think you'd want to, like, you know, eat here."
She laughed and looked at me weirdly. "Why not? You don't poison the food, do you?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I casually said, "Well, me myself, no. But what with this place, this menu, and the people who are making the food, I wouldn't doubt it. Besides, even I wouldn't' want to subject my stomach, intestines and heart to the food here."
Ignoring TK's protesting faces and hand signals, I leaned over the counter and grinned. The girl kept smiling and had to contain herself from laughing straight out.
"So, is this how you greet newcomers to your town? Tell them that there could possibly be poison in the food?"
I held up my hands in defense. "Just here. But, anyways, so you're new here, eh?" I thrusted out my hand and said, "Well, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Motomiya." Flashing my famous 'sly-carefree-charmer' toothy smile, I added, "Dai or Davis for short."
Just as she took my hand, another person walked into the bacon décor restaurant. This time it was a male brunette, with hair that stuck out in all directions. He was wearing dark sunglasses that he pushed up on top of his head when he entered.
Seeing the girl that I was getting acquainted with, he strolled over, already looking me up and down-and not in a good way I was guessing, since his face was expressing extreme dislike already.
"Hey Tai. Couldn't wait in the car?"
Still watching me out of the corner of his eyes, this Tai said, "You were taking a while. Obviously it was a good thing for me to see that was happening in here. Who's this?"
"This is Daisuke Motomiya, Dai or Davis for short. He said that he suggests that we get the hell outta here."
Taking my chance, I jumped in, letting go of the beauty's hand. "Exactly. Just look at this place! The menu is atrocious. I cannot let a perfectly weighted girl like you eat this crap."
While the still nameless lass laughed, her (I was guessing) bristled brother continued to glare my way. He had on a black shirt that had white letters saying, "Real Men Wear Black" and baggy-grunge jeans, green Vanns sticking out from under them.
Harshly he said, "We'll take two fries."
I smirked and pointed up at the board behind me, particularly at the section sub-labeled 'Fries'. "Would you like them regular, large, or family sized? Plain, cheese, chili, both, or one third plain, one third chili, and the other third cheese. Or maybe half plain and half cheese and chili. And then there's the crispy, extra-crisp, extra-extra crispy, fried, extra fried, extra-extra fried, or-"
"Alright!" Tai growled. His sister was still cracking up, holding her hand to her face and smirking my way. Winking at her, I punched buttons on my screen to agree with the angry brunette's requests. "Just give us regular, plain, regular fries, okay?"
Nodding, I was about to finish getting their order together and rack up the amount when I asked, "Is this for here or to go?"
I'm sure big-bad-brother was going to seethe "to go you punk", but the bella beat him to it. "We'll stay here please. And, two waters, too, if you don't mind."
"Not at all. Your total is $5.68." As I reached for two water cups, I felt something jab my stomach. I had almost forgotten about Takeru. While the siblings stood, gathering all loose change from their pockets and separating it from lint, candy wrappers and other assorted junk, I turned to face my friend.
He was so outta it, staring at the pissy brother like he'd never seen a human before. "Close you mouth Teeks, you're drooling," I whispered.
Automatically scowling, he remembered what he was going to tell me. OR so he thought. "I'll go, um, get that together. 'Cuse me."
And with that, he walked away. How he was going to get the food together, I did not know. That's the job of the people behind the wall and back in the grills. Poor slimy, pimply gits.
Chuckling to myself, for I knew what the problem was, I reached down to grab two water glasses from the cup dispensers. Right when I placed them onto the counter for the taking, the girl smiled my way and handed me the cash and change, exact amount.
I rung it up like a pro, letting the register door pop out and hit my hip, sliding in the bills, two quarters, dime, nickel, and three pennies into their rightful slots. Just as I used my thigh to slam it back shut, TK returned with their tray of plain, regular-regular fries.
"Here you are. Enjoy your meal."
She thanked my friend and me with a sweet smile, a nod, and a "thanks" and grabbed the tray, her brother grabbing the cups and throwing me one last snide glare before he turned away. Once they had walked away towards the tables and found an empty booth far-far distant from the front counter, TK leaned over and whispered into my ear, "What do you think?"
Yanking the pen that hung from the side of my register and clicking the on-off button, I cocked my head slightly to the left to get a better-angled look at the pair. "Hott. Real hott."
"I know."
Now, let it be known, we were not talking about the same person. Rolling my eyes, I looked at the clock in the corner of my screen. 2:58.
"Hey, we're off in two. Let's go."
"Kay." Sniggering under my breath, I watched as TK slowly turned away from looking at the two customers and pressed the time clock button register that was a few feet away from my own.
As I did the same to the one before me, I remembered something two minutes too late.
"Damnit!"
Takeru turned to me. "What? What happened?"
Sighing, I roughly hit the 'clock out' button. "I forgot to get her name."
All my friend could do was smile and laugh at me mockingly.
tbc
more author's notes
Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I know that it is small, but wait til you get the second chapter. I'll post it in a week. Or about a week. One or the other.
Reviews are nice. They make people happy.
TK: Til then.
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