She Sings the Blues
Chapter Eleven: Dally
One Month Later- Eighteen Week Mark
I yawned, stretching as I walked down the stairs in my dark uniform, tying the back of the waist apron. Was it odd that I was proud of being a waiter? Maybe it was just because I knew what it was like stuck in a busboy position.
Once I was downstairs, I automatically grabbed my notepad and got to work with the early morning breakfast people. I took orders, gave them to the chef, and got the coffee, everything going so quickly that I barely had to even think about it. The people in charge had always given me compliments on my work, and at first that always came as a surprise to me. Now, it was just part of the routine.
A routine I had grown to love.
Since I was the only waiter in the establishment at the moment, I usually never had any sit down time, but that was just fine with me. I got an amazing pay so that we could actually buy food and never had to deal with any coworkers except for the non-morning person busboy.
I headed over to take some more orders, the whole time getting lost in my own thoughts.
I walked over to my car, about to get in so that I could make it to see Sami sing tonight. The gang didn't seem to notice, all of them being used to it by now. But, still Johnny followed. "Where're you going?"
"Nowhere, kid. It's getting late, you should probably get home."
I opened my door, about to get in when I heard Johnny reply, "I don't want to go home tonight. Wherever you're going, can I come with?"
I thought about it for a second before getting in the car and putting on my seatbelt, "Sure, kid."
He grinned, climbing in with me. I wondered what he'd think of Sami. Or what she'd think of him.
I looked up from giving a group of what looked like college students their order, only to see Sami and the manager in a heated argument by the bar.
I walked over, not interrupting so that I could hear the conversation.
"Sami, I just think its best. I know you-"
"No, you don't know. I can't just stop performing. Do you know how many people I bring to this establishment?"
"Sami, I'm trying to say this nicely. It's not really a suggestion or a choice-"
Sami looked at me, standing off to the side, "Can you believe this, Dally? He's saying I can't perform anymore until after I have the baby."
I fidgeted with my notepad, "Actually, Sami, I kind of agree with him."
She seemed as if she couldn't believe what she just heard, "What?"
I raised my hands a bit in defense, "The doctor said that the farther you got into the pregnancy, you should probably stop working or moving around so much. You're about to hit the five month mark. I'm no doctor, but I think-"
"You know what," she interrupted, "I don't care what you think! I'm not going to stop performing!"
I didn't flinch at her yelling, but my heartbeat seemed to speed up considerably, "Sami, he just said that it's not your choice and-"
"And you're siding with him! I can't believe you, Dallas! I never thought I'd see the day…"
With that, she walked off, leaving me stricken. It was very rare that Sami called me by my full first name. Sometimes it didn't bother me, the way she used it. But when she yelled it at me, I wasn't sure what to think.
Johnny and I sat in the bar, Johnny making sure to sit in a way that no one around us could get a good look at him. I may have been able to pass for being older than I was, but Johnny? Not so much.
Johnny looked at me, "Why are we here?"
"I've kinda got a thing with the chick that's about to perform," I tried to talk like I would have any other girl I was telling my gang about, but Johnny wasn't fold.
He gave me a mocking smile, "Does Dally have a serious girlfriend? Is he in love?"
His kissy noises were cut off when Sami was introduced to the stage. Johnny's jaw dropped when he saw her.
"To start off tonight, I'm going to sing a song I heard a while ago. It doesn't exactly go along with anything in my life lately, but I still really like it and I hope you do too."
(Still by Ben Folds, please look up this song)
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything
You were so disappointed
To see me unravel so easily
It's only change
It's only everything I love
It's only change
And I'm only changing
Lada, lada, ladadadada
Lada, lada, da…
Lada, lada, ladadadada
Lada, lada, da…
You want something that's constant
And I only wanted to be me
But, watch
Even the stars above
Things that seems still are still changing
Lada, lada, ladadadada
Lada, lada, da…
Lada, lada, ladadadada
Lada, lada, da…
There was a long instrumental part where Sami just stood there, eyes closed and listening to the pianist before she sang into the microphone again.
Lada, lada, ladadadada
Lada, lada, da…
Lada, lada, ladadadada
Lada, lada, da…
If it was possible, Johnny seemed even more surprised. He looked at me and pointed to the stage, "You're with her?"
I laughed and nodded, feeling my ears go red.
Sami laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she rested her hands on the 'no-longer-able-to-be-classified-as-a-bump'. She still hadn't spoken to me since our argument, not one little word.
I got on the bed, crawling over to her in my regular sleeping attire. She still didn't even acknowledge that I was there, her eyes trained on the fan that was making the room quite cold.
I placed a hand on her hip while the other played with the ends of her hair. I leaned over to the opposite side of her, kissing the side of her neck.
Then I felt her hands on my chest as she shoved me slightly. I just took her hands in the one of mine that was playing with her hair and continued to kiss her neck while I ran my other hand in circles over her hip.
She shoved me again, "Will you stop it?"
I just looked at her, now lying by her side as I tried to figure out what to say. This had always worked before.
I must've said the last part out loud because she rolled her eyes, "That's the problem, Dallas. I've let you get by with shit before that I shouldn't have, letting my hormones and feelings for you get in the way."
"In the way of what?"
"For you to realize that you're not always right, Dallas. I'm not always overreacting."
My mouth dropped, "You are overreacting, Sami. That's the thing. So what, you have to stop performing for a while? You'll be able to later. It's not the end of your world. And what's so wrong with me thinking that you taking a break is a good idea?"
She just gaped at me, "No matter how big I get, I'll be perfectly capable of picking out a few songs and get up on a stage. What are you afraid of, Dallas? That I'm going to slip on the three steps it takes to get on the stage?"
I raked my brain trying to think of something, "No, it's just..."
With ever word I said, it seemed to make her angrier, "So, there is no reason? You just think I shouldn't do it because 'I'm the pregnant woman and I shouldn't be working'!"
"Sami, baby," I said in a soothing voice, reaching a hand to place behind her neck, "That's not it. I just don't think there's any point in arguing when you can't really do anything about it."
Her eyes seemed to soften the tiniest bit before they were lit with anger again, "Dallas Winston, that's not it and you know it. You're just trying to patronize me into not being angry with you. You still think your right."
"Sami-"
"Don't say it," she moved so that she was lying away from me and rolled on her side so that I couldn't see her face. "Maybe you just need some time to realize it is possible for you to be wrong."
I didn't say anything, knowing that she wouldn't respond. Was I wrong? Usually, when I did something wrong, she never got mad. She would just take my apology and we'd be done with it.
But how had I done something wrong here? I had been honest and told her what I thought would be best. I didn't see anything wrong in that.
But that didn't help the fact that, for the first time in a long while, I had to fall asleep without her in my arms.
A/N: Does anyone know women enough (or was paying attention to what she said enough) to review and tell me what he did wrong?