A Different World
Summary: ( This story is set in modern day but it still has the Albhed culture) Rikku is a 17 year old Daddy's girl who is kicked out by her father to find out what life is really like in the real world. Without Daddy's money. She swears she'll prove to her father that she's independent .And when she gets a job as a personal assistant of Machina Faction Inc.'s Chief Executive from her uncle( the president) in Manhattan, She'll understand what they mean when they say "labor pains".
A/N: Disclaimer. I don't own FFX2 I just write stories on it. J
Chapter 3: Ms. Incapable
7:15 pm May 31st
Its not fair. Everyone says I'm a klutz. What do they know. I can do anything I put my mind to. right? They're just jealous that they cant do it as fabulous as me. I have a unique way of doing things. Right? Unique? Or klutzy. I've don't a lot of things efficiently. Like paint my nails and drive my car and match my clothes and…….. Well they're just wrong. Mr. Bailon Nhadala… The janitor……The guy at Starbucks…..right? But I may know why they get that impression…
Like this afternoon ……
-- flashback--
4:45pm
" Summers go get my coffee from Nhadala's desk. I don't know why she hasn't brought it yet." Mr.Bailon tells me as I sit in my usual spot in front of his desk, looking like I'm doing work but really I'm texting Yunie. He usually has at least 3 cups a day. Its cant be healthy.
" Okay." I say as I get up. I leave my stuff on the desk and go outside to get the coffee.
it's a little hot when I pick it up at first.
But as I got closer to his desk, it got hotter and hotter and I decided I would put it down quickly before I scold myself. But it got so hot that I couldn't help but drop it there. Only problem was that "there" was at Mr.Bailon's lap.
" Vilg!!" He said in a moment of shock at the scolding hot sensation probably.
" I'm so sorry!! I'm so sorry!!" I say quickly. " It was hot!!" I tell him.
" Yeah. I can tell!!" He yells. He's probably mad.
" It was an accident!!" I shout back.
" Yea but a very clumsy one!!"
" I said I was sorry" I don't like when people yell at me.
"Never mind that just go do something." He said trying to lower his voice. He was still fanning his crotch.
" Do what?" I asked unsure of what to do.
" I don't know!! Go help Nhadala! " He shouted again. So I quickly began to leave. "And tell Nhadala to bring me napkins."
"o-okay. Y-yes sir." I closed his office door behind me but before I did I heard him say "klutz" That was hurtful.
So I walked over to Nhadala's desk. She was writing something down. " uh…Nhadala. Mr.Bailon said to bring him some napkins." I told her.
" Why?" She asked.
" I sort of kind of possibly spilled scolding hot coffee on him." I say twiddling my fingers.
" What? How can you be such a klutz?! " She says as she stands up grabs some napkins out of a drawer and heads to his office doors.
" I am not a klutz!! Am not! Am not!! Am not!!" I yell backing up to go get some more coffee for him. And just like a jinx I trip into something and my whole butt gets wet.
I look and see that I'm sitting in the Janitors mop bucket thingy. Totally ruining the bottom of my cute black Marciano cocktail dress.
" Gees ma'am. Your clumsy today. Are you alright? " The middle aged albhed janitor
said to me. He offered me a hand, I took it but not happily.
" I'm fine and I'm not a klutz!" I tell him. I march off to the staff bathroom to use the hand drier to dry my dress.\
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5:25 pm
After spending probably 40 minutes trying to dry my Marciano original I finally head off to star bucks to get some more coffee. To replace the one I spilled. I'll just put it on my tab……no wait. I don't have a tab. So that means…
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5:30 pm
After borrowing ten dollars from uncle Rin I head to the Starbucks in my graduation present car. My only connection to my wonderful summer that I would've had.
But anyway, I head to the Starbucks and I'm 6th in line. Its probably because its when people are getting off or starting their second shift.
But finally after about 25 minutes I get to the front and order two mocha lattes. One vanilla and one chocolate. I grabbed two straws and turned to leave but I run chocolate latte first into a Starbucks employee.
" I'm so sorry." I quickly apologize.
" No problem. We're all klutzes now and again." The nice employee guy says. But it still hurt. " I'll go make you another." He took the cup I spilled.
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6:15 pm
I'm getting in the car and I check my self out in the mirror. I look gorgeous of course.
" your not a klutz." I tell myself in a reassuring tone. And I did feel reassured.
Until I began to drive and the lattes spilled onto my from windshield in an array of white and brown streams. And I had to come to terms with the fact.
" I'm totally such a Klutz." And as I used the wipers to clean my windows as I drove back to the office. I found myself thinking about how much I'm failing. I told daddy I could do this. I swore to myself that I'd prove it to him that I'd become what he wanted me to be. And then Anna Nalick's wreck of the day comes on the radio. Great just what I need. A sad song.
And I get sadder and more depressed as I hear it. And I find myself parked in the parking garage. Everyone is leaving and I know I have to stay to screw up more. And if having my forehead to the center of the steering wheel, crying my eyes out is giving up then I'm giving up. I'm giving up slowly on me succeeding and life feels hopeless. I'm a klutz. I cant do anything but shop. I'm a failure to my father. …….I cant even go back in there.
--End Flashback--
Present Time: 7:20
And that brings me to my self wallow state currently. I cried for a while but then I stopped. I fixed my makeup and what not and I'm just sitting in my car slouched down in the front seat. The radio station is repeating because they're playing Anna Nalick's Wreck of the Day again. I should turn off the stereo. But I cant find the strength. I'm just resting my head on the head rest. Looking at the roof of my car. Wondering why the hell I'm such a screw up. And what mommy would think of me if she saw me right now. Maybe I should go home. Maybe I should quit. But I can't. What would be the point. Then I'm brought out of my train of thought by a knock on my passenger window. I see a man in a clean crisp black Armani suit. I lean over to look and see Mr.Bailon standing by my car with his shades on. Come to think of it I've never seen him with them off.
Well he didn't look like I spilled coffee on him a while ago. But I've been gone so long he probably had a chance to shower and change. I roll down the window.
" Yes Sir? Anything wrong?" I ask him.
" unlock the door." He says coolly. I comply and sit back in my seat. He gets in and closes the door.
" Is something wrong?" I ask again.
" I should be asking you that." He says. ' you been gone so long. I should fire you"
All I hear is fire and I my head hit's the steering wheel and cry again.
" whoa! whoa! But I'm not. I was kidding." he said attempting to calm me. His hand touches my shoulder and I stop crying. Was he actually being nice to me?
" really?" I had to see if it was true.
" yeah. Nhadala said she saw you when she was leaving when I called and asked. She said you were crying. So I came to see if you were okay." He explained.
" Really?" I wiped my tears to save my make-up.
" Yeah" he gives me a reassuring smile and I felt for the first time ,since I've been here, that I could do this. I couldn't help myself, I gave him a huge hug.
" Thank you so much." I say.
" No problem. And you left these in my office." He said he handed me my stuff that I left on his desk. He was so kind.
" Thanks but aren't I going back upstairs? I mean I don't get off 'til you do right?" I was confused.
"Yeah. But I'm not going back to my office." He says. " I'm going to dinner at a café I like to go to when I'm stressed out."
" Oh. Do you need a ride?" I offered.
" You might as well since your joining me. I'd hate to have to waste gas with gas prices this high." He said. " And your gonna tell me why you were crying." He smiled and I couldn't help but smile too.
" Ok." Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
To Be Continued……..
Chapter 3 complete!! Victory roar!! Now I'm working on chapter 4 and I want some opinions on whether you want Rikku to make the first move or Gippal . And give and example of how you think he/she should. Thanks and continue to R&R.
Xoxo,
Ayata-Ayumi
