You pulled Oppa's heavy front door open and a little bell chimed brightly, announcing your arrival to several waitresses standing over by the kitchen entrance. Looking around as you stepped inside, you realized that this space was much larger than you had originally thought. You took a deep breath and then sighed, completely relaxed. Although there were only several customers here, the entire place smelled of lamb, garlic, and hummus. Your mouth watered at the enticing scents. "Kalós írthate!"An older women broke apart from the group and strode over to you. Her dark hair was long and curly and fell around her in glossy waves. She smiled as she approached you, her dark brown eyes shown, emphasized by her olive complexion.
You smiled. "Hello, my name is (f/n) (l/n). Heracles Karpusi told me that the owner of this restaurant is looking for another busboy. I'd like to apply." Her smile widened. "Perfect, you got the job." You were shocked. "Um, r-really? I don't have to fill out any resumes or anything?" She snorted. "Of course not. If my son suggested that you come here then no more needs to be said." She nodded to herself. "He is an excellent judge of character, after all." She turned away from you and went over to the kitchen. Feeling awkward, you folded your hands in front of you. When Ms. Karpusi returned, she came carrying an apron and she tossed it to you. "Ready for work?" You nodded, even though you were still a bit surprised, quickly donning the apron. "Good. Don't worry, you'll learn fast." You smiled, almost eagerly. This shouldn't be that hard, there's hardly anyone here. It'll probably be a slow night from the looks of it...
Wrong. Business at Oppa's began picking up at 6:30 and didn't slow down until after nine. At nine thirty, Ms. Karpusi told you that you were done for the evening and she asked if you could work the following night. Even though you were exhausted, you needed the money and therefore, agreed. Several waitresses wished you good night before you exited the cozy restaurant. You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly as you walked home. It was a beautiful evening. The moon was out and you could see hundreds of stars. But the lack of cloud cover was making the temperature drop severely. Your pace quickened when your house came into view. All of the lights were out except for the porch light, which you had had the foresight to leave on. Upon unlocking/opening the door and kicking off your shoes, you realized that the house was blessedly empty of your father. He's probably off at some bar drinking. It wouldn't surprise me if he didn't get back until after I leave for school tomorrow... Thank God.
Sighing with relief, you padded barefoot into the kitchen and fixed yourself a bowl of cereal before sitting down at the dining room table to eat in peace. As you munched, you pulled your English book, Beowulf, out of your bag (which you had left on the table before leaving for work) and read the assigned chapters for the night, just in case the teacher called on you to answer a question during tomorrows discussion. Like last time. Too focused on eating your cereal, you read several chapters ahead before you could catch yourself. Shit! You marked the offending pages with your note card, leaving the book lying on the table while you put your dishes into the dishwasher. Well, I guess I won't have to read tomorrow's assigned chapters at least...
Yawning, you picked your bag up off the table along with your book before heading upstairs. After changing into your Pjs and plugging your phone in to charge, you set your alarm clock and flopped down onto your bed. Dragging the covers up over you, you snuggled deeply into the warm comforter. Your thoughts drifted as you tried to fall asleep. Heracles' mom is really nice. It was great of her to just give me a job like that... I wonder how long she's had the restaurant for. Huh, I'll ask her on break tomorrow night, I guess. Wait, are you allowed to make small talk with your boss? Tap. You jumped in bed as something hit your window. Holding your breath, you sat completely still in case it happened again. Tap. Rolling quickly out of bed, you tiptoed hesitantly over to your window. Tap. You pulled it open and stuck your head outside to see a figure standing below you in the yard.
"Hi there gorgeous!" You groaned, "Allen, how do you know where I live?" His grin was illuminated by the streetlight. "That's not important. Hey, this is kind of a weird question, but would you be okay with me staying here with you tonight?" You nearly fell out the window. "NO! Why would you even think that would be okay?!" His grin turned sheepish. "I got kicked out of my place." You sighed. "Allen..." He interrupted you. "Please beautiful! I don't have anywhere else to go! I promise I won't try anything funny!" You frowned. "My dad won't like it." His face lit up again. "But your dad's not here right? I saw him leave about an hour ago and-" He stopped talking as you stared at him, narrowing your eyes. "How long have you been here, Allen?" He shrugged and avoided looking in your general direction. "Awhile." You mentally groaned. Gosh dang it... "Hold on, I'm coming down." He hooted loudly but you shushed him. "What, do you want to wake up the neighborhood?! Be quiet!" You closed the window before exiting your room and jogging down the stairs to the front door.
He was waiting for you as soon as the door swung open. His face had this happy, sort of cocky, maybe even grateful, expression displayed across it. It made you want to hug him and hit him at the same time. You stood blocking his direct path into the house, determined to make him swear to play good. "Allen, listen to me." He smirked at you, "Yeah babe?" You scowled, "Don't call me that right now. If you're gonna stay here tonight then I've got some ground rules." He pouted and opened his mouth to object. "No, you WILL follow my directions or so help me, I will call the cops and report you for breaking and entering." He rolled his eyes slightly and muttered under his breath. "Wouldn't be the first time..." "EXCUSE ME?" He grinned, returning his focus to you once again. "Nothing important." You sighed. "Alright, you and I will both remain dressed the ENTIRE time. You will NOT be coming into my room. At all. And if my dad comes home, then you will get your ass out of here as FAST AS POSSIBLE. Do you understand?" He chewed his lip, considering for a moment, before nodding. You stepped aside and let him come in before shutting and re-locking the door.
Noticing the bag on his shoulder, you nodded. "You've got your school stuff and extra clothes right?" He snorted. "Uh, yeah. What am I, in fifth grade now?" Shaking your head, lead him upstairs into the room next to yours. Your brother's old room. Looking around, you were glad Dylan had left it in decent shape before he left, as you had only managed to clean it a couple of times. Allen dropped his bag next to the bed and flopped down backwards onto the dark, black and blue comforter. "Bathrooms across the hall, my room is next door, make sure to lock your door in case my dad actually comes home tonight. You shouldn't have to worry too much though, you'll hear him, trust me." You moved to leave and return to your own room. "(Y/n)?" You stopped and looked over your shoulder. "Yeah?" Allen sat up on the bed. "Thank you." You smiled ever so slightly. "You're welcome. Sweet dreams Allen." "Yeah, you too, doll face." You rolled your eyes, flicked the light off, and closed his door.
Your door shut quietly behind you and the bed springs creaked as you settled down for what you hoped would be the last time. You buried your face into one of your pillows. You moaned, mentally chastising yourself for not getting enough sleep. God, I'm going to be tired tomorrow. Sighing deeply, you finally allowed yourself to slip into unconscious bliss. Everything important faded to the back of your mind, including Allen.
Bad idea. After all, everyone knows boys like him can't be trusted to follow the rules...
*Writer's note- Wow, I'm sorry that took so long to write. Still trying to push through my writer's block moments, that's for sure. This next chapter should be good. *evil grin* I've got some great ideas after all... And behind all that, is the deeper plot... which I haven't really revealed yet... huh. Don't worry, it'll happen! Thanks for sticking with the story! Peace-Berries and Beans