He sat down, placed his shades on top of his head, and picked up the menu that was placed in front of him. The waitress gave him a smile and took his order; Apple pie with coffee, black. He looked out the window when she walked out of his vision. It's been a couple of days since he's been on the road and everything was the same old thing in ever town, just strangers and empty smiles, and endless strings of one-night-stands. At first he enjoyed living without a care in the world, he enjoyed living under the radar not having someone call him or bug him about something. Then things started to drag on as everything became a routine to him. Wake up at 7 in the morning head to the nearest diner from whatever motel he's staying, order breakfast, go for a ride around town, head to a club, go to a bar, pick up a girl, then bang her till she sees stars. Yup, that was his life. He won't say that he misses having a job or a real home because he really doesn't he just wants some more… excitement one would say. He doesn't want to travel to some unknown country because that would mean he'd need to adapt and that's not something he likes.

He breathed on the cool glass and wrote on the fog his hot breath created. He wrote bored in capital letters. He never expected having a buttload of money being this boring. When his brother passed away due to sickness he was generous enough to hand over the family wealth. Which was a surprise to him because he didn't even know there was wealth in the family they lived in a small apartment in Texas it was far from fancy, and he didn't realize how much his brother actually earned doing his weird job. He shuddered at the reminder of his brothers occupation for it wasn't the most respectable line of work. The dainty footsteps of a woman broke him from his thoughts it was the waitress; food in hand. He took time to actually look at the woman, long black hair, pink full lips, and eyes that could seduce any man woman or thing. You just know she likes it dirty. He thought a smirk creeping up on his lips. When his pie and coffee were placed neatly on the table he winked at her and she winked back. With no regards for his eyes she looked at him like he was just any normal person. This made him smile wider he liked a girl who didn't shy away at the slightest flirtation. It really bothers him when he smiles at a woman and she blushes and looks away it bothers him so much.

Taking a bite of the pie he looked around the diner, it seemed pretty quiet and no one was around maybe because it was too cold outside? Or maybe because this diner has the shittiest food in all existence? He agreed with the latter because the pie tasted like it was made with old apples that grew on a hobo's asshole. He spit it out immediately. At least the coffee was good nobody can screw up a simple black coffee. The steaming drink soothed his throat and warmed his body. It felt good considering it was about 6000 degrees below freezing outside! As the waitress came around to ask how he was doing he responded with a thumbs down to the pie and handed it back to her. She rolled her eyes and walked away leaving the check on the table. Which he didn't ask for so it seemed rude to him. The total was 13 dollars, he scowled. No wonder no one is around the place costs a fortune for shitty food! He mentally kicked himself for picking the worse place to eat in existence. Sure he had the money but some things aren't worth it. He took out his wallet and gathered all his coins and one dollar bills to total the amount. He didn't bother counting the total for it wasn't his job but it looked like enough to bother the employees here. He got out of his seat and placed his shades over his eyes. He headed for the door but before he could even grab the handle it swung right open and smacked him right in the face knocking his shades off his face.

"What the hell?!" he yelled his hand automatically flying to his face, a red line streaked down his face where the door hit him.

"Watch where you're going you dumb fuck." another said.

Still rubbing his face where it hurt he felt a hand on his chest he looked down and it was a smallish pale hand giving him his shades back. He quickly placed them back on his face. He gave a quick study to the perpetrator that clocked him in the face with a door. It was a man about a head shorter than himself so he had to look down his hair was messy and looked uncombed his skin was pale and looked like it's never seen the sun, his eyes were a light gray and had bags under them like he hasn't slept in days, his eye brows were thick and seemed to always be in a downwards position. He looked like he was angry with the world.

"Shit, what the fuck is your problem did you wake up and take stupid pills this morning, or did you just decide to smack someone in the face?" He responded adjusting his shades.

The other scowled and rolled his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." He walked away.

"I'm Dave fucking Strider and no one hits me in the face with a door and gets away with it!" He yelled back.

The other man stopped in his tracks and turned around. He didn't look too amused his expression was terrifying almost like it could scare an army of well-trained soldiers. His eyes gave Dave a cold hard stare and he lifted up the corner of his lips like as if he was snarling. But Dave stood unfazed the waitresses looked at the two men with scared expressions like at any moment they could start throwing punches.

"Well, nice to fucking meet you Dave fucking Strider I'm I Don't Give A Fuck," He growled taking a step closer with each word. "so if you'll excuse me I would like to enjoy my stupid morning with some shitty breakfast from this shitty excuse for a restaurant so walk away before I shove both my feet up your ass!"

Dave looked at him and laughed a little.

"Whatever shorty, just don't hurt yourself." He teased back.

He slowly stepped out of the diner leaving the angry short man to enjoy his shitty breakfast in the shitty excuse for a restaurant.

Even as he walked back to his car he was still chuckling. He looked back at the diner for a moment being able to see through the windows he saw the other sitting the exact booth he had sat moments before his cheeks were still red from his fit and he seemed to be mumbling to himself as he studied the menu with intense eyes. His eyebrows burrowed deeper. Seeming to remember that the diner is hot as balls he tore off his scarf and jacket throwing them to the other side of the table to the other seat. The waitress that had attended Dave before backed away from him and gave the responsibility to another girl who looked more fragile emotionally and physically. But when she walked over to his table for his order probably expecting to be yelled at he mustered a smile and answered calmly.

This to Dave peaked his amusement even more, from asshat to considerate. He tipped his imaginary hat to the other and drove away. He left the diner far behind to start the next item on his routine. Expecting to never see that angry maniac again.

Boy, was he wrong.

Hey guys! Holy crap wow was this fun to type! At first this was just going to be a small detailed paragraph about a man in a diner but it turned into a Homestuck thing, whoops!

So yeah I'm not sure where I'm going with this but it sure is a nice break from the dystopian and magic I've been writing. I want this story to be normal and slow paced. Which slow pacing I have trouble with but I'll try my hardest! I'm super inspired for this story and I'm now planning out the next chapter... But first I must watch Supernatural! Have a nice break and happy Thanksgiving in advance in case I don't get another chapter up before thanksgiving!

~TimeWastedAway