Ch.2:
I woke up the next morning not sure of what happened last night. I dragged myself to the kitchen to make myself coffee. My head hurt and I could hear every single noise that irritated me. I checked the clock.
"Happy birthday to me."
I sat on top of the counter and drank my coffee. I looked out the window that peeked through the busy highway. All I could think about was Flynn and the way he kissed me. That was the only thing I remembered from the whole night. I finished drinking the coffee and got dressed for my shift at the duckling. I finished locking my door and turned around to see Flynn in his car, smoking a cigarette and listening to "self esteem" by "the offspring". I chuckled and walked to his car. His window was cracked open and his elbow was sticking out.
"Need a ride, babe?"
"Yea. Take me back to the bar. I gotta go to work."
He smirked and signaled to the passenger seat. I sat in and buckled my seatbelt.
"Happy birthday." He mumbled.
"How did you know?"
"You said it last night while you were leaning on top of me."
"I did?" I felt my cheeks turn red.
"Yea. It was really funny."
"Oh god. What did I say?"
Flynn cleared his throat and continued in a high squeaky voice
"FLYNN DID YOU KNOW IM TURNING 18 TOMORROW? SHIT, IM 18. I CAN DRIVE NOW, FLYNN. FLYNN, IM LEGAL. FLYNN, HAVE SEX WITH ME."
My eyes widened and I saw his smirk.
"im kidding."
I scoffed and shoved him a bit.
"Okay, mah lady, we are here."
"Thanks."
I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. Before I could go through Flynn grabbed my arm and pulled me down. He kissed me lightly on the lips and asked me
"What time should I pick you up?"
"I don't know. I guess around 11?"
"I'll be here."
"okay." I smiled like an idiot and walked to the front door.
Flynn waved at me and drove off. I walked inside and saw hook-hand stare at me while he was playing his piano.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"I know that face, hook. What's up?"
"You know who he is, right?"
"Who? Flynn?"
"Yea, stay away from him."
"Why?"
"I know him, punz. Hes not for you. Trust me."
I scoffed and walked to the kitchen. I saw Vlad frying chicken and he yelled from across the room
"PUNZIE! HOWS THE BIRTHDAY GIRL?"
I smiled and replied
"GOOD! HOW YA DOIN, VLAD?"
"JUST FINE. HERE IS THE ORDER FOR TABLE 8. YOU'RE WORKIN TILL 11 TONIGHT."
I grabbed the plates and walked towards the table were a young woman and a man were arguing. It looked like they were going out for some time. I saw them a couple of times before. When I got there they stayed silent and thanked me for the plate. I heard them continue to bicker as I walked back to the kitchen.
"Hey, Vlad?"
"Yes?" he said, sweat streaming down his forehead. I loved Vlad, he was like an older brother.
"You saw the guy I was talking to yesterday, right?"
"Flynn? Yea. What about him?"
"Do you think he's right for me?"
"Of course not. I just thought you wanted to have some birthday sex. I didn't know you wanted to be serious."
"Birthday sex? Im 18, Vlad."
"So? You're still legal."
I scoffed and leaned on the fridge. Flynn seemed like a real nice guy. He was a gentleman and didn't even try to touch my boob when I was completely buzzed. I mean sure, he kissed me. But still, it's normal. I was thinking about Flynn the whole day. It was finally 11 and I ended my shift. I walked outside the bar to see Flynn sitting on his car, smoking. It was freezing cold.
"What took you so long?" he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Table 9 had a little spill"
"Oh. Hey, wanna do something for your birthday?"
"Sure!"
"You're gunna love it."