- Chapter 2
I woke to the smell of French Vanilla tea. "Uh..." I looked around. What just happened? How did I get in bed?
"That's right!" I said to myself, I was playing a game, then my gamecube started sparking, so I went to turn it off. I must have gotten shocked by it, so I felt unwell and went back to bed.
My stomach growled. "No better time then now to make ramen." I sat up. Then I saw IT, I should have noticed. I should have noticed that I was laying down in a very large canopy bed but, IT was what stood out to me the most. Because IT was a large picture of Zelos Wilder.
I proceeded to scream bloody murder. "It can't be! There's just no way!" I looked around wildly, trying to convince myself that it was fake.
The door to the room flew open. "What's wrong?" I looked at the man whom just entered. His long red hair and heroic look on his face only served to freak me out even more.
"No!" I shouted, "get out!" I jumped out of the bed.
"Woah! No need to shout!"
"There is a need to shout! Because I want to know why the hell I woke up in YOUR bed!" I was flailing my arms around, and pinching myself to try and see if I was asleep.
Zelos looked at me like I was crazy. "Well, you passed out after I tripped over you so I carried you here and every other room is taken..."
"Are you kidding me? There are two bedrooms in this house!"
Zelos looked surprised, "How did you-?"
"Well... uh... you see my friend has a house like this, and so I figured that maybe the two houses might be designed similarly." I warned myself to choose my words wisely. "His house has two bedrooms in it."
For a moment I thought I had completely blown it, but then he smiled and said, "He? So I have competition for your heart?"
I turned away from him for a moment and said under my breath, "A frog could be competition when you're concerned." I looked back at him then modifying my original answer said, "No one could compete with the Chosen."
Zelos flipped his red hair. "You got that right."
My eye twitched but he didn't see it. Desperate to get out of here I said, "I better be out of your way surely the Chosen has better things to do then talk with me."
I made my way towards the door, but Zelos, ever the ladies man, blocked my way. "I always have time for beautiful ladies like you."
"Yes.. but I have other things that I need to get to." Zelos reluctantly moved from the door, I sighed and stepped out into the hallway. I was just about to leave the Wilder mansion when something important came to mind.
I turned around to ask my question, but when I turned the fact that Zelos was right behind me made me forget to ask and say, "How could you have been so quiet that I didn't even hear you walking behind me?"
Zelos shrugged, "It could be my exsphere," he held up his pink gloved hand to show me a small green gem embedded in the back of it. "Or it could be that training I did in Mizuho."
Great, a ninja-womanizing-Idiot-Chosen. I shook my head, "Could you answer me one question?"
Zelos gently took my hand. "Anything."
I thought about how to phrase this question, "Have you met a girl named Colette?"
"Colette?" Zelos stroked his chin, "I can't remember," That he snapped his figures, "Wait! She was that lovely girl with the brown hair right?"
"No." I rubbed my forehead thinking of another way to ask. "Have you met a guy named Lloyd Irving? He'd have spiky brown hair, be dressed in red, and he'd have a special Exsphere right about here." I held up the hand I remember Lloyd's Exsphere being in.
Zelos just stared at me now, "I can say that I've never met a guy named Lloyd."
I smiled, "Thanks, you just gave me an estimate of where the story is."
I left Zelos wondering what I meant. The first thing I did was get lost in the winding streets of Meltokio, Goddamn it! Why does it have to be so big?
Then after I had gotten a grip on my Galdless-friendless-homeless situation I looked for a job. The first place I found that was hiring was a bakery; and after thoroughly making a fool of myself by making a lopsided cake, they said that my cooking skills weren't good enough to work there.
The second place was some high end restaurant. The manager took one look at my 'girls' then handed me a dress the was a cross between a french maid outfit and something you see in casinos. The manager the said, "Your training begins as soon as you get your uniform on."
"Thanks, I guess." As it turns out, I had just gotten a job as a waitress in one of Meltokio's finest establishments. Now that I think about it, my life would have been a lot better if I had just went jobless.
In the back of the restaurant there was a changing room. I entered and was greeted by a woman who would soon become one of my best ally. "Hi there," She said. "My name's Emilia, what about you?"
I stared at her, I hadn't thought about telling people my name. I didn't want to tell her my real name which, for anyone who cares, is Thursday. People have always told me my name is unique, but it sounded out of place in a world with people named Zelos and Emilia. Sooo I told a little lie and said, "Michiko."
Emilia smiled and her big blue eyes lit right up. "Nice to meet you," She brushed her long brown hair off her shoulders then ushered me into a changing booth. "I assume you're the girl whose come to replace Shana by the way your holding the waitress uniform like you have no idea what's going on. Change as quickly as possible so I can teach you the ropes."
I did as was told. The uniform fit perfectly, and it would have been amazing if it hadn't been so form-fitting. When I came out of the changing booth I noticed that Emilia was already dressed and looking at me like I'd taken forever to get changed.
"What the hell were you doing in there? Having a conversation with the paint? Come on, if we don't get out there soon the boss in going to cut my pay!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me out to the front of the shop where a large group of aristocrats were waiting.
One of them, A short pudgy man with cropped brown hair, called out to us, "Hey when do we get to be seated?"
"Right away Sir!" Emilia walked over to them pulling me behind her. When we reached them she sweetly asked, "How many are in your party sir?"
A new person spoke up, This one was tall and lanky with hair that almost looked like it'd been greased back, "Five."
"We'll have your table ready in just a moment sirs." Emilia took five menus from a table that I hadn't even seen there.
She started walking away and I followed her. "So, how much does this job pay?"
Emilia shrugged, "about 100 gald."
"A week?
"Oh my Martel no! 100 gald an hour."
"An hour? And how long are work days?"
"8 hours. Jeez did you not even READ the help wanted sign?"
100 gald every hour, 8 hour work days, 7 days a week. That's 5,600 gald a week! "I think I might be under qualified for this job..."
Emilia set the menus at an empty table, the looked at me, or more rather my chest. "Actually..." Emilia said, turning from me to the table so she could space out the menus, "According to what the manager looks for in applicants, you're more qualified then I am."
"He just looked at my chest."
"That's what he looks for."
I was appalled, "That's all?"
"Yep, now stop shouting and help." I did as she said and helped.
My training day went well and I was hired. It was a relief to know that I wouldn't have to job hunt any more, and it was all thanks to my, ahem, development.
I had to borrow 3,000 Gald off of Emilia to rent a room in the inn for a week and to buy food (bread, bread, bread, and more bread).
It was hard adjusting to the new sounds, I was used to hearing crickets, frogs, and cars. Now all I heard was silence and people walking around every so often. There were times that I'd get to sleep, and have dreams about waking up in my own bed, only to jolt up and still be in Meltokio. I checked my phone every so often, there wasn't any signal and the clock had stopped, but I was able to find comfort in reading some old text messages that my friend had sent to me.
The next day was my first official day at work. It didn't really help that I was late though. When I finally arrived Emilia was ready to bite my head off. We went straight to work and ignoring Emilia's protests to go get my own customers I helped her out as much as I could. We had been back and forth between the kitchen and the customers, it's amazing that she does this everyday.
After we had placed the menus for a lunch meeting, Emilia and I walked back to the front to tell them their table was ready. Just before we got there she turned to me, "Here," she said handing me a slip of paper that had all the items on the menus and the shortened form of how to write them, then she handed me a pad of paper and pen. "Write down the shortened order on this pad, the door to the kitchen is straight back from here."
"Thanks, but why-?" Emilia motioned to the door, which was open and some women were coming in. "Oh."
"Yeah, good luck. And be nice to them, they're regulars and tip really well." Emilia went to lead the group of men to their table.
I sighed, then smiled and went over to the group of ladies whom were circled around talking. "Hello." I said. " How many are there in your group?"
A man emerged from the center of the group of women, "Ten," My mouth dropped open at the sight of this man as he pulled one of the women surrounding him close, "and I don't mind if the table is a tight fit. I'll squeeze in next to all these lovely ladies."
"Of... Of course sir." I grabbed ten menus off the table. I was shocked, that man, a man I'd seen only a day ago. Zelos Wilder had just entered the restaurant.
A/N: Teehee. Fate seems to enjoy doing these sorts of things to my characters. and yes, her name really is Thursday, don't judge! I think Thursday is an awesome name! but anyway. Enjoy!
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Kari910
