I'm so tired of hearing that damn alarm clock going off every morning. I would have thought that getting out of school would have ended getting up early for me, but I guess I was wrong. You would also think that working for your parents would kind of give you some sort of perks, but that doesn't happen either. I have to be downstairs and at work in five minutes, I really feel like I would rather die. I'm sitting up as this huge pain sears across my head and continues to throb; great a headache is just what I need on top of having to work all day. I can't believe I used to enjoy doing this when I was younger. As I'm going on and on and complaining about having to be at work, I quickly remember Logan and what happened last night as a smile broadens across my face. I just pause for a moment, taking it all in. I can't possibly be bitchy all day long knowing that something this good is currently taking place in my life. Still though, nothing can pull me out of this grumpy funk I'm in right now. Ugh, two more minutes. I jump out of bed and pee, get dressed, adjust my ears, and get ready to run down stairs as my phone starts to go off. Who the fuck wants to talk to someone as grumpy as me at this time of the morning?
'Hey, I hope you have a good day at work. Thank you so much for last night, I couldn't be happier. See you when you get off?' - Logan
I don't think my fingers could text back any faster, I probably sound like I'm desperate with the speed in which I responded.
'Thank you so much, and of course. I'll see you then. :)' I stuff my phone back into my pocket and run down to the restaurant where dad is meeting me at the door.
"Louise, where have you been? It's 8 o'clock and you're late. I was just about to go wake you up and get you down here. Anyways, it's a holiday weekend so we're going to be busier than usual today…I hope.. so I really need you here, especially with Tina still being on her trip and Gene being away at his college visit. Plus, I need to you come up with the new burger of the day, I've realized I've already used the 'New Baconings" burger a few years ago. You're kind of better at this than I am." Ugh, I have such a bad headache. Do I really need to stand here and come up with something on the spot?
"Dad, I don't know. Just use the same one, no one is going to remember. Seriously", I whine, rubbing my eyes and walking past him. This is going to be such a long day. I go to the back and dig through the first aid cabinet, hoping to find some Tylenol or something. Nope, nothing. Dad's writing the burger of the day on the board as Teddy walks in, being his usual annoying self that hangs out here 24/7. I like the guy but come on, don't you have a life of your own? Everyone is bothering me today.
"Jeez, Bobby, didn't you have the New Baconings burger before? I'm pretty sure I remember eating it."
"Oh come on!", Dad screams, throwing the chalk across the restaurant. Just a typical day in the life of my family, useless drama, rivalries and outbursts. I just keep focusing and looking at the clock. I just want to see Logan again. I just want to feel better right now. I just want this headache to go away.
I bullshit through the first three hours, almost halfway through my shift. Business was pretty steady so far, but I think they could have done it without me. Really. Teddy is still here, going on with a story about one of his towels again. That man seems to have a lot of issues when it comes to towels. I keep feeling worse and worse by the minute, almost like I have a migraine that is taking over my body. I stand in the back and lean against the counter, feeling dizzy and not wanting to take one more step anywhere.
"Louise, hello!" Mom screams as she darts her head into the back, two minutes gone and they're all looking for me already. Why can't anyone see that I just want to be left alone right now. She comes up to me and stares for a minute, placing her hand on my head.
"You don't look so good honey, but you don't feel warm. What's the matter, what's bothering you?" She is always so overly concerned.
I just keep rubbing my temples. "I have this huge, huge headache and feel sick to my stomach. I'm really dizzy right now." She immediately starts running around, grabbing water and grabbing medicine from her purse.
"Here honey, take this. Your father and I can handle the restaurant for the rest of the day, why don't you go upstairs and lay down, you look like you need it. It'll be okay, go get some rest."
I take the pills and quickly walk out of the restaurant, not giving a goodbye to anyone. I don't really care about anyone else right now. I just need to lay down. I go upstairs and take a long, warm shower. Some of the tension in me melted away, but not enough. I put on a comfortable pair of pajamas, and crawl underneath the covers. Just as I was about to drift to sleep, I remembered. I'm here by myself. Logan.
