Jeff lazily pulled the covers off him and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the plush bed he had been occupying. He yawned and stood up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He glanced at the clock and scrambled to get dressed.
"Damnit I'm late! Normal is going to kill me!" Jeff pulled his T-shirt over his head as he stumbled out the door. Once outside, he 'borrowed' an unoccupied bicycle and pedaled like a mad man for Jam Pony. After he arrived, he sneaked in and walked straight to his locker. He stared at the graffiti covered front for a good while, Then punched it, leaving a sizeable dent. His pent-up tension gone, he set his forehead on the locker's rusted door and closed his eyes.
"Lay off man." Sketchy, one of his coworkers, peddled up next to him. "Don't wanna get Normal mad this early."
"Sorry bro. Yesterday sucked."
"I feel it. Hey, me and some friends are meetin' at Crash tonight if you wanna come."
"Ya, sure, that would be cool." Jeff figured he could use something to get his mind off of Max.
"Aiight, see ya 'round nine." Sketchy put on his headset and rode off to deliver some package. Jeff sat down on a nearby bench and massaged his temples. He rubbed his hands over his face, making him see spots. When his vision cleared, he found Normal standing in front of him.
"Jeff, I am afraid that I have bad news for you."
"Huh?" Jeff wasn't shocked by more bad news. Not the way his week was going.
"Business hasn't been very good lately... and we have to let a rider go. So, for a lack of better words, you are fired. Go clean out your locker and turn in your jerkin on the way out. You have one hour." Normal turned and walked back to his 'office,' yelling bips as he went.
"Beautiful." Jef said aloud. "Just beautiful." He had stood up to clean out his locker when someone he didn't recognize walked over.
"Man, Normal needs a life." The woman said as she leaned with one shoulder pressed against the locker next to his.
"Tell me about it... you are?" Jeff was tired and not in the mood to talk with anyone.
"Original Cindy. That ain't right that he caned ya."
"Hmm... what an Original name."
"Ya, like I haven't heard that one before." She smiled at him.
"Ya know, you are kind of cute."
"Sorry suga, I don't swing that way." Jef chuckled and shook his head.
"Figures..." Jeff opened his locker and stared at its contents. It was empty. Someone had robbed him blind.
"Damn boy." OC realized from the look on his face that he was not having a good week. "You wanna chill with me and my peeps tonight?"
"Actually, I'm meeting up with Sketchy tonight."
"So am I. 'For I forget. What's your name boo?"
"Jeff."
"Aiight Jeff." OC nodded as her new friend excused himself to the restroom. She then walked up to where Herbal and Max were sitting together.
"Hey boo." OC said to Max, who turned around all smiles. "Damn, you must be feelin better. Whateva wheel boy did... he did it good."
"Ya." Max was in such a good mood; she even let OC's little innuendo slide.
"Man, there is one poor kid I was talking to... he just got canned, and I ain't sure but he looked pretty close to breakin' down." OC turned her head back to the men's room and smiled. "There he is, the guy wearing the blue shirt." Her smile faded when she glanced at Max and saw that she had started to cry again. "You aiight?" She glanced back at Jeff and saw that he had spotted her and was walking towards them. Max stood up and he stopped dead as if he had been shot. Glancing between Max and Jeff, OC realized something was up.
"I'm sorry..." Max said weakly. Tears began to stream down his face as he slowly began walking toward the small group of people. OC held her breath as Jeff walked straight up to Max and looked her dead in the eye. He opened his arms and Max fell into them sobbing. "I thought you hated me... your job... you mean so much to me...please don't ever leave me again." OC could see Jeff's face and she knew something was very, very wrong. His face held no love at all. The only emotion she saw was pure undiluted hatred. He was staring straight ahead with eyes screaming bloody murder. His complexion was a bright red and his tears were those of rage.
Max was so happy that she couldn't contain herself. Jeff didn't hate her! She could never let him leave her again. Not her little brother. She loved him way too much, he meant the world to her, and now she realized it. He lowered his lips next to her ear and she waited in gleeful anticipation of what her beloved sibling was about to say.
"Max." Jeff whispered quietly, so only she could hear him. "I have something I have wanted to say to you for a very long time."
"Yes?" Max asked sweetly, fully expecting a statement of forgiveness. If not forgiveness, the promise that they could start over. That they could be a family.
"Fuck you." The rage in his voice was clear as crystal. Jeff broke the embrace and turned his back to his sister. He felt Max's arms drop limply away. Slowly he walked away from her in contempt. He wiped tears from his face with the back of his hand and disappeared into a deluge of rain.
Once again, I am going to please ask that everyone gives some feed back... please?
"Damnit I'm late! Normal is going to kill me!" Jeff pulled his T-shirt over his head as he stumbled out the door. Once outside, he 'borrowed' an unoccupied bicycle and pedaled like a mad man for Jam Pony. After he arrived, he sneaked in and walked straight to his locker. He stared at the graffiti covered front for a good while, Then punched it, leaving a sizeable dent. His pent-up tension gone, he set his forehead on the locker's rusted door and closed his eyes.
"Lay off man." Sketchy, one of his coworkers, peddled up next to him. "Don't wanna get Normal mad this early."
"Sorry bro. Yesterday sucked."
"I feel it. Hey, me and some friends are meetin' at Crash tonight if you wanna come."
"Ya, sure, that would be cool." Jeff figured he could use something to get his mind off of Max.
"Aiight, see ya 'round nine." Sketchy put on his headset and rode off to deliver some package. Jeff sat down on a nearby bench and massaged his temples. He rubbed his hands over his face, making him see spots. When his vision cleared, he found Normal standing in front of him.
"Jeff, I am afraid that I have bad news for you."
"Huh?" Jeff wasn't shocked by more bad news. Not the way his week was going.
"Business hasn't been very good lately... and we have to let a rider go. So, for a lack of better words, you are fired. Go clean out your locker and turn in your jerkin on the way out. You have one hour." Normal turned and walked back to his 'office,' yelling bips as he went.
"Beautiful." Jef said aloud. "Just beautiful." He had stood up to clean out his locker when someone he didn't recognize walked over.
"Man, Normal needs a life." The woman said as she leaned with one shoulder pressed against the locker next to his.
"Tell me about it... you are?" Jeff was tired and not in the mood to talk with anyone.
"Original Cindy. That ain't right that he caned ya."
"Hmm... what an Original name."
"Ya, like I haven't heard that one before." She smiled at him.
"Ya know, you are kind of cute."
"Sorry suga, I don't swing that way." Jef chuckled and shook his head.
"Figures..." Jeff opened his locker and stared at its contents. It was empty. Someone had robbed him blind.
"Damn boy." OC realized from the look on his face that he was not having a good week. "You wanna chill with me and my peeps tonight?"
"Actually, I'm meeting up with Sketchy tonight."
"So am I. 'For I forget. What's your name boo?"
"Jeff."
"Aiight Jeff." OC nodded as her new friend excused himself to the restroom. She then walked up to where Herbal and Max were sitting together.
"Hey boo." OC said to Max, who turned around all smiles. "Damn, you must be feelin better. Whateva wheel boy did... he did it good."
"Ya." Max was in such a good mood; she even let OC's little innuendo slide.
"Man, there is one poor kid I was talking to... he just got canned, and I ain't sure but he looked pretty close to breakin' down." OC turned her head back to the men's room and smiled. "There he is, the guy wearing the blue shirt." Her smile faded when she glanced at Max and saw that she had started to cry again. "You aiight?" She glanced back at Jeff and saw that he had spotted her and was walking towards them. Max stood up and he stopped dead as if he had been shot. Glancing between Max and Jeff, OC realized something was up.
"I'm sorry..." Max said weakly. Tears began to stream down his face as he slowly began walking toward the small group of people. OC held her breath as Jeff walked straight up to Max and looked her dead in the eye. He opened his arms and Max fell into them sobbing. "I thought you hated me... your job... you mean so much to me...please don't ever leave me again." OC could see Jeff's face and she knew something was very, very wrong. His face held no love at all. The only emotion she saw was pure undiluted hatred. He was staring straight ahead with eyes screaming bloody murder. His complexion was a bright red and his tears were those of rage.
Max was so happy that she couldn't contain herself. Jeff didn't hate her! She could never let him leave her again. Not her little brother. She loved him way too much, he meant the world to her, and now she realized it. He lowered his lips next to her ear and she waited in gleeful anticipation of what her beloved sibling was about to say.
"Max." Jeff whispered quietly, so only she could hear him. "I have something I have wanted to say to you for a very long time."
"Yes?" Max asked sweetly, fully expecting a statement of forgiveness. If not forgiveness, the promise that they could start over. That they could be a family.
"Fuck you." The rage in his voice was clear as crystal. Jeff broke the embrace and turned his back to his sister. He felt Max's arms drop limply away. Slowly he walked away from her in contempt. He wiped tears from his face with the back of his hand and disappeared into a deluge of rain.
Once again, I am going to please ask that everyone gives some feed back... please?