I didn't last very long at my new job, barely a week, but at least now we had some cash to pay for the motel room and buy food. For now, we are laying all our hopes into Mike getting that scarer job.
Of course, I am considering other jobs already. But I want him to have a chance this time. No cheating. Maybe he surprises me.
"So, you are all ready, huh", I say to him the morning before his interview.
"I am super prepared", he says proudly, "there is no chance that I fail in getting this job".
I nod. He's so full of himself sometimes. Most of the times, actually.
"What's wrong James", he says, his hands flying to his hips, "you still think I can't do it?".
The way he says my first names hurt. He's still mad at me and I just want him to stop. "I didn't say that", I say in my defense.
"But that's what you were thinking", he says, "isn't it".
"No, no it isn't", I lie. "I'm just nervous for you".
"Well, no need to be, because I will get this job for sure", he claims.
"I sure hope you will", I say with a tiny smile. I love him when he's confident.
After the job interview, Mike walks into our room, looking fed up with everything.
"I didn't get it", he says, a tear starting to form inside of his eye.
"Oh Mike", I come closer and pull him up into a hug, "it's fine, it's gonna be fine".
"I can't", he says through tears, "I worked so hard, but maybe I just wasn't meant to be a scarer".
"It's okay", I whisper softly into his ear, "maybe you were meant for something bigger".