/ Sorry it's been a few weeks, I have broken my right hand… my prominent hand. So yeah typing is difficult. Any way have this chapter, All about Jack this time, enjoy!/
Will this shift ever end? Jack thought, He pulled a pen out of his apron pocket and held the note pad in hand, he plastered a fake smile on his slim lips and looked expectantly at the customer sat by the small wooden table. "Hi there, welcome to Vagabond café, can I get you anything?" Polite and enthusiastic as always it was never real but it usually got him better tips. However this customer who never looked away from the whirring laptop placed in front of him mumbled a coffee order. Jack was used to this by now, he knew what he wanted, writing it down as he walked away. Those were the non-tipping type, not someone he needed to waste time on. He stuck the order on the spike before his co-worker Benny or 'bunny' as they liked to call him hopped out in his usual bouncy manner and pulled off the three orders on the spike to hand to the chef. The chef was also the cafes owner, it was a small local one and every whom worked there was treated like family, North was a larger man who loved his work and enjoyed making creations in his kitchen. He had for filled his dream of owning the café so was a constantly jolly man, making Jacks work life much easier to deal with.
However at this point it didn't help Jacks shift move any faster towards his day off. Moving towards another table, brushing his hand through his paper white hair before pulling out his pen once more. Although mentally deflated he couldn't show it, his hair never did, it stood out flaking at random parts, his ice blue eyes were twitchy after his 7 hour shift but in 10 minutes it would be over. Bags showed under his eyes but, the vibrant colour of his irises were too distracting for anyone to notice. Luckily the couple Jack had seen walk in earlier now seemed ready to order, Jack never really understood relationships but also strangely admired them, he found them especially fond when they entered the café on a date. It was obvious that was the reason these teens were here, it was cute but Jack didn't have the time or patience to admire it today, it was way too close to finishing time.
The two teenagers around 17 sat together quickly looking through the menus, they placed them down as they saw Jack approaching. A fairly pretty girl sat opposite her boyfriend, whom had the jawline of a God Jack noticed, this always made it easier to take an order. They smiled at him as he used his usual opening line "Hey, welcome to Vagabond Café, what can I get you guys?" the smiling staying only on his lips as he realised he could leave soon, it was literally all he could think about, not even that sharp jawline could break his thoughts of home. He saw Tess enter the café out of the corner of his eye, she walked in with vibrantly coloured hoodie on, original custom made, however she was also wearing sun glasses and her hair was a tangled mess. Tess arriving meant Jack leaving, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat sympathetic toward her as she walked through the kitchen doors to begin her own extra-long shift, in what seemed like a hungover state.
" Urm, two strawberry milkshakes and a chocolate cake with two forks please" It was always nice to have a pleasant customer who had their order ready.
"Great, I'll go and get those for you now" They joined their hands across the table and Jack strode towards the kitchen, he sighed with relief as his shift was over and grinned at Tess who was just about to begin hers.
"Oh fuck off you." She moaned as she wrapped her apron around her waist, suddenly forcing her hand down Jacks apron front grabbing his pen out and putting it in her own pocket.
"Language! - Forgot our pen again, did we? What were you up to last night?" Jack noticed her weary state, hungover of course he was right. She was always trying to get Jack to come for ' a few drinks' but he was more of an introvert, a stay at home Netflix kind of guy.
"Is that the first time someone's put their hand down there?" she winked at Jack , clearly steering the topic away from any conversation of the previous night. Jack blushed lightly at the comment, it was true, he was the 20 year old virgin and she full well knew it. Jack was gay, Tess knew and so did most of his co-workers he believed. It wasn't hard for Jack to recognise it, he didn't have a difficult time coming out either, his guardians were very accepting and loved him. He had only ever had one relationship and it didn't end well, or on good terms. It didn't damage him, but it didn't make him want another relationship any time soon either.
"That bad eh?" Jack tried to bring the conversation back to her, but she was too busy tying her bright blue hair into a pony tail, a cheeky smile spread across her freckled face, she was a beautiful woman but Jack never saw her in any romantic way. Her hair looked perfect no matter what state it was in, she rarely wore makeup, but when she did it was done to perfection with a limited amount. She had dyed it blue a few months ago so her brunette roots were only beginning to show but since she was only 5ft they were easy to spot from the lanky perspective of Jack. Their friendship was special, she was the first friend Jack had made when he moved out of his guardians house. She was bubbly and mean, it was a strange combination. Mean within the sense of truthful, she never would be just plain mean, but she always told him the truth, and gave him advice, even if it did occasionally hurt him. He knew she always meant the best for him, he trusted her more than anyone.
Pulling off his apron he placed it in the cabinet full of supplies and watched her sway out of the swinging doors holding the tray of milkshakes, coffee and cake with two forks, putting on that fake smile he knew too well. He turned to grab his phone and keys off the side and shoved them in his black jeans, ripped at the knees, not visible whilst he had his apron on. He shoved on his dark blue hoodie over his plain black top. All black for work. He untangled his headphones and plugged them in as he walked through the café out of the door. Golden by Fall out boy began to play, he skipped it. Too depressing he thought, She moves in her own way by the Kooks began to play, perfect, for this sunny but cold autumn day. As he waded his way through the streets. The music blared through the headphones unable to hear anything, just the way he liked it. Unfortunately that meant that he couldn't hear the traffic but jack was wary and crossed the roads checking all the signs and pathways. He was cautious but still took risks, on his way back to his flat he walked past many homeless people and street workers. Walking up the grubby steps he unlocked the gate with one of the many keys on his keychain. It swung open with a grain and he stepped in, locking it behind him, a small hallway with lockers at the end was barely lit its 6:00 so slowly the sun was setting and the lights flickered on to brighten up. He walked over to his locker, number 30. Nothing new, as always. Sighing and turning back to look at the ever looming stairs he would have to climb.
The elevator had been broken for years, although the stairs helped keep him fit, after such a long day he really didn't feel like climbing mount Everest. However he knew it was pointless to argue and because the journey, sooner he was moving, sooner he would be in bed. Ahhh the thought of a warm comfy bed, nothing to disturb him, no work tomorrow, a free Sunday to chill out. He pulled out his headphones as he reached the top steps and shook his head and ran his hand through his hair before pulling the keys out of his pocket once again. They jingled alerting his neighbour he was home, a very creepy old man he wore only a black dressing gown and slippers, Jack suspected they weren't always black and it was the reasoning behind the vile stench that the man gave off. " Afternoon laddie" He groaned with a smirk, Jack had always felt uncomfortable around him, but he was polite so responded with a nod and a smile before shoving his keys into the old creaky door. "You don't happen to have any time to spare do ya?" The man looked quizzically at Jack trying to lure him in, Jack was still uncomfortable his sweaty nervous hands barely turning the key.
"Oh, urm, I'm afraid not, lots of, of, urm, studying! Yes studying to do, big medical quiz coming up, sorry!" And with that anxious and apologetic response he entered his flat and closed the door behind him, locking it with a key and a bolt and a chain. He heard the old man go back inside and close the door. Thank God, he is creepy, maybe I should try to move? Nah too much effort Jack knew that he now didn't have to leave his flat for a full 24 hours, even more, it was time for Netflix and that pot of ice cream he's been saving all week. Moving through the small living and kitchen area he entered a large room, his bedroom, slumping onto the bed he kicked off his shoes and began to wiggle out of his tight jeans. He pushed them off the bed and sat back, pushing his head into the pillow and stretching out his skinny limbs over the double bed. A shiver of satisfaction and comfort bounced through him. Pulling his navy blue laptop onto his lap he opened it up.
Netflix was already loaded, he clicked on his continue to watch, he was on season 3 of breaking bad and always enjoyed the gore. He knew he should be studying for his test coming up, it was a real excuse but Jack had mastered the art of procrastination and therefore but it off by all means. Jack had always wanted to go into the healing profession, he was smart and caring. He excelled at school and was now training to become a medic in an ambulance team. He trained 5 days a week, getting paid for it but also doing his shifts at the café at night and on the weekend. Tomorrow was his first day off in weeks. He planned to waste it with naps, food and crappy chick flicks. Fortunately his hard work did truly pay off, although living in a small flat, it was all he needed, Jack never saw the point in buying useless things but he could afford anything he wanted because of the money he earnt. He was very logical and sensible, until you get him drunk, which had only happened twice, and only once been documented. By no-one other than Tess, whom had sneakily taken pictures and videos of Jack dancing on tables and running around town throwing snowballs at people with no shoes on, which had only been shown to a few people. A very eventful night, which showed Jacks silly and fun side, he was a lightweight and knew it, so he tended to steer clear from drinking and bars.
The show began to play and Jack wondered how anyone could get away with such acts, criminals are so clever, in a way different to Jack, he was never spontaneous, there was always a pattern or a solid solution that he could learn. He could easily make choices as long as the options were presented to him. Yet another reason why he loved Netflix. So fixated on criminals he developed crushes on the actors, like any rational human being he stalked them until he found out they were straight and returned back to his original place of Netflix and a tub of ice cream. Luckily for him Walter white wasn't the most attractive criminal lead, so he could resist stalking him and just watch the show, for the plot line. He reached down beside his bed and pulled out a bottle of juice from his mini fridge. With his phone, food, drink and Netflix he was now ready for his marathon of laziness.
/ Thank you, and until next time, I'll try to update asap but I'm now back in school and still with a broken hand, woops. Anyway vote comment and add to readinglists! Cya soon ~ /
