"Rebecca, table six needs you. Now." Bambi puts a hand on my shoulder and jerks her thumb to a table near the door. It's the table with that creep from a while ago. Whatever. She's doing this on purpose except that I decided to grow a pair and chose to ignore Bud Wilson. He's ignorant, ugly, arrogant, and foul in every single way he could be but he hasn't bothered me since Joe knocked sense into him.

Filling up all the glasses with their usual orders, I make my way to their table tray in hand. Giving the glasses away to their respective drinkers, I ask, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Joe welcomes me and pats the back of an unfamiliar face, "Hi, Rebecca. I want you to meet Jamie! He owns the ranch up the road. Right now, he's volunteered to help us build Mrs. Wilson's shop."

I take a look at the androgynous face staring blankly off into space. He has a pointy nose and thin lips and a lean, sinewy body. Flopping in his face is lilac dyed shoulder-length hair, sticking out of his ten gallon hat. Comparing him to the other more muscular men around him, Jamie looks like that one item you're supposed to find in a picture labeled: What is wrong with this picture?

"Rebecca, you're going to love me. You said you need more money, right? Well, Jamie is looking for someone to help around his ranch and he's willing to pay well. Tell her, Jamie."

"I'll pay fifteen bucks an hour for the week days. You would work for three hours each day, from three to six."

"Wow, I don't know what to say… Thank you so much. When should I start?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"Perfect! You have no idea how much this means to me."

"You're welcome." His thin lips attempt a smile but ends up looking constipated. Obviously I don't tell him this.

Walking away, I'm awestruck. Fifteen bucks an hour for three hours! Lucky for me since my money supply is dangerously low. Uncle Duke doesn't really pay me much. He thinks that providing lodge is enough and it is; however I haven't been able to pay for anything myself for months.

"Rebecca, nice to see you here." Wrapping his arm around me, Blue catches me off guard.

"Hey, Blue. What are you doing here? I didn't think a bar would be your scene."

Placing a small kiss on my cheek, he grins, "Why do you think I'm here? I'm here for you."

"Really?" This is starting to seem trippy since Blue and I haven't talked for two weeks since our little chat in the Town Square. Not that this is bad, I like Blue a lot to the point of aggravating desperation. But trust me when I say that he left no indication that we were dating. Hell, PDA isn't his thing either. "That's a surprise."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't know we were steady. Are we?"

"Yeah, I thought I made that clear last time we met." Blue speaks slowly, "Who are you and what have you pod people done with Rebecca?"

I scoff. "I should be saying that to you with your PDA and smiley face. Well, I'm glad that that's clear because I really do like you."

"Good because I like you a lot too." He takes my hand and my heart thumps wildly.

A voice suddenly hacks and coughs rudely, "Oh isn't this sweet? Sickening. Get back to work, slacker."

Smiling smugly to Bambi's chagrin, Blue comments coyly, "Not the happy ending you're looking for, Snow White? Perhaps you were hoping for a musical number with wild animals?"

To annoy Bambi even more, I laugh bitchily like she did when her owner doused me. I hate it when I reduce myself to their level but it's so satisfying seeing those girls boil up with indignation. If I could bottle up that kind of satisfaction I wouldn't need a second job.

Crossing her arms, Bambi retorts, "Actually I was hoping for the ending where the douche bag realizes that he doesn't actually like that ugly, selfish tramp and goes back to his innocent victimized ex-girlfriend. So you can see why I'm disappointed, douche bag. Aren't you supposed to be smart?"

"You little bitch!" How many times am I supposed to apologize for something that isn't necessarily wrong? I'm ready to pound my fist into her baby like skin and break open her face. Bambi can see this on my face and her resolve melts like ice in a fire.

Backing up, she yelps prematurely, "Help, she's going to kill me! She's crazy!"

Blue has his hands firmly gripping my shoulders, immobilizing me. "Oh shut up, you pathetic coward. You aren't worth the blood I'd pound out of you!"

"Coward? At least I'm not some traitorous wench who steals her friend's boyfriend!" For a dumb ass, she has an extensive vocabulary.

"She didn't steal me, you idiot! By the way, can you stop talking about me like I'm a toy?" Blue interrupts irritably in the middle of Bambi's tirade. "Can't a person fall out of love without it being a big deal? Do you understand the concept of moving on, Bambi? Or should I draw you a diagram?"

"You haven't moved on, Blue. We all know that!" Bambi cries out. "What about Ann? Is she a toy? Some doll you play with until you're bored? She cries about you every day. She's miserable without you. Forget it, it's impossible to reason with deliberate ignorance. You two are so self-centered."

"What am I supposed to do, coddle Ann for the rest of her life?" Blue asks sarcastically.

"Do what you want to do. I'm not your mother. However, think about others before you do something. You aren't the only existing person on Earth." Bambi leaves in a huff.

"Are you okay?" Blue's arms wrap around me as I take a seat. "Listen, Bambi's in over her head and has no right to talk. We haven't done anything wrong or immoral. You have no reason to feel bad at all. How Ann deals with our break up is her business. Not yours and not mine. You can't keep feeling guilty over nothing."

"I know." I say slightly comforted.

"Rebecca, I want to be with you because you spark life in me; not because you seduced me or whatever bullshit Gwen and her cronies come up with." Blue picks up my chin, places a kiss on my lips and hugs me.

"Oooo, Rebecca and Blue kissing in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes marriage oof—" Joe jokes to lighten up the mood and Blue catches him in a full Nelson. "Hey, I was joking. You are truly superior, Blue sensei. Teach me, a mere humble weakling, the ways of your Crane kick."

"That's karate, you punk. This is wrestling." I laugh as Joe kicks and wriggles around in Blue's strong grip. "Let him go Blue. Look at how panicked Joe is."

"Thank you, Empress Amidala. Foolish weakling I be. Dagoba must go to. Train young Skywalker must I." Now, Joe is on the floor kissing my feet and speaking in a Yoda-like voice.

"Yo, what kind of world do you live in where there are both Yodas and Karate Kids?" I give Joe a soft punch in the arm.

"Bambi was out of line, Rebecca. I hope you don't believe in that shit. You didn't do anything to Ann intentionally." Joe says before hugging me. "I have to go but I want you to know that it gets better."

"Thank you." Bravely, I dare to smile and Joe hugs me again.

The day was finally done, everyone left ended up cleaning up the bar. Sweeping up the dusty floor, I take a surreptitious glance at Blue picking up trash. Do I really want/need a relationship right now? Blue is a good friend and it would be nice to have someone to love. He is the most chivalrous gentleman I've met in a long time and very sweet. Look at how he defended me. For some weird reason, I feel as if this relationship might be stressful but I know if we stick it out together then it might not be impossible. That was it. At that moment, I decided that Blue and I deserved a chance to make this happen. A chance for happiness.