"Unggggghh! I wish Moiya was herrrreee! You're sooo boring!" Angie complained, sprawling herself across the register.
"Well," Marco said pushing up his glasses, "You could always work here on your own. With no help."
Marco and Angie got along even less then her and Moiya. They were complete and utter opposites. Angie was happy go-lucky and Marco was a boring book worm that barley talked and when he did he was either insulting you or making you feel like shit.
"Go to hell ya jerk-off!" Angie was getting tired of that smug look on his face.
"I'm already here, Barbie-doll," he smirked over the rectangles resting on the bridge of his nose.
"Urgh! You know what? I'm outta here! YOU work all on your own, with no help!" Angie yelled and stomped out with customers staring at her in surprise. Even the regulars were surprised that she would walk out.
She stalked off to her old Pontiac and sped out of the parking lot with tears pooling up in her eyes. "Why am I being such a wimp," she asked herself, "I shouldn't let him get to me like that, but…" She shook her head violently and pulled over to dry her eyes. She didn't want to go home, it was lonely at home.
My first kiss went a little like this, and kiss, and kiss
3OH!3 rocked out on his phone and Moiya instantly knew that Marco had done something to tear Angie up if she was calling him during her shift.
"Yello?" Moiya casually called into his cell.
Sniff,sniff "Moiya?" Angie questioned to make sure none of his ridiculous friends had his phone.
"Yeah it's me, what's wrong Ang? You've been crying." Moiya asked sternly, leaning forward from his relaxed position on the green couch in his messy room.
"I have, can I stay at your apartment tonight, Moiya? Mine's too empty…" she trailed off when a new waves of sobs shook her body.
"Sure, where are you, I can pick you up." He said getting up, grabbing his keys and jacket. He didn't think he would need it, but she might. When he finally got to the gas station Angie described, she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck and just looked out the window. He could see her makeup had stained her definite cheekbones. He sighed and made a mental note to punch Marco next time he saw him, hard.
"Ang,…" he began only to be interrupted by a shake of her head. She had shut her eyes tight. He sighed and drove back to his apartment. Moiyama lived with his mom and sister but they were never there so he basically lived alone, he didn't mind though.
He looked over at Angie again to see her looking at his reflection in the mirror, they locked eyes for a second and he swore he could feel her pain. Marco was a dead man. When they got in the apartment he led her to the couch and got her a glass of water and a cool rag to clean her face.
"Angie…you know I'm no good with words but you can tell me anything, you've always known that." He paused and sighed, she kept herself angled away from him her head drooping, he could tell she was trying not to cry. He sat down next to her and tugged on her shoulders a little bit when she finally gave in and move into his embrace crying on his shoulder. Her sobs racked her body and her tears stained his purple shirt; he stroked her softly dyed purple hair and held her until she finally looked up at him with those big, green doe eyes. Her face was cadaverous; it did not sit well with Moiyama. Not at all.
"I-I'm sorry! I-I just needed to get it out…." She explained not him scooting away, wiping her cheeks and nose.
"Ang, it's a wonder how you don't explode keeping all these pent up emotions hidden behind a façade of chipperness and hyperactivity." He sighed shaking his head at her stubbornness. He wished she'd talk; he hated it when she was silent. I wasn't right, to quiet with her around.
She stayed the night in his sister's room; the next day he drove her to the gas station so she could get her car. "You should go home; working will just make you feel worse. And besides, you haven't had a shower." He called to her and she walked to her car.
She shook her head, "The coffee will clear my head, and I can't have you working with Marco, you'll kill him." She shook her head, "No I'll just take off when he shows."
The shop was quiet, just the regulars. "Guess you scared off our guests yesterday, huh?" Moiya said jokingly to an already happier Angie.
"Yeah! Haha! Guess we won't be getting any new customers soon." She said smiling to the elderly couple in the front of the shop who were watching her nervously, with her smile they smiled and raised their glasses to her. "I think," she stated dreamily, "That today is going to be a good day."