PEOPLE ARE OVERRATED
Chapter Three
Zan's Point of View
Okay, so I got caught. What of it? What I want to know is who's that freakish boy who put the sign on her ass. Does he have some sort of design on her? Because, well, did you notice how I said "boy"? That's exactly what he is. A boy. He sure as hell ain't a man. I am a man. The bod, the looks, the intelligence, the laziness, the horniness, and of course the almighty ego. I hate to have to say it but I also have to include the bro in the man category. He is the exact replica of me after all. That's right. He's the copy. Why? I was born first.
"Yeah well, Maxy boy. I already had a close encounter." What? I did.
"Yeah. You almost ran me over." I look up to see this girl with a slight grin on her face as she hands me the check. Nuh-uh. It's Max's turn to pay. Okay so the idea seemed better in my head.
"He- he almost hit you? That's the close encounter?" Max starts laughing way louder than he needs to be. Or maybe it's just the fact that I am concentrating on him as of right now. It really doesn't matter. He shouldn't be laughing. At least when it is at my expense. "Well, Zan. That's certainly the preferred method of sweeping her off her feet."
"I'm glad to know you find my misfortune so entertaining." Liz scoffs as she begins to walk away.
Liz's Point of View
Men. I just don't understand them. I have Michael, who seems to think he has claim on me in some way, then there's Zan, who thinks he's god's gift to every female and gay male. Then there's Max, I'm not too sure about him. He's a little more subtle. Probably just as bad as Zan though. The male ego happens to be a very complex thing. The ego, okay. I've come to conclude that it's like a virus. If it's not kept in check it'll take over everything. It'll become the center of attention. Then what happens? I'll tell you what happens, then the victim is quarantined. Then I'll never get to see another man, which makes for a very unhappy Liz.
Okay, yeah. Enough rambling. I walk back to register and wait until someone has to pay. So, three old couples, a barely teenage couple, and a single male later, Max comes up to pay. This time I don't speak to him. I have nothing to say. Obviously neither does he. He hands me the money, says "Thank You." as I hand him his change, and he walks away. There may have been a slight blush thrown in there I couldn't tell with the poor lighting job this wacked out grease pit has.
I look on the counter and there is a napkin. I pick it up to read the writing. Haha. I literally burst out laughing.
Zan
555-1980
Cute. Zan's got his brother delivering messages for him. Aye-yi-yi. I begin to tear it but I notice something written on the other side.
Max
555-2428
You have got to be kidding me. Nothing like a little brotherly competition. I look up to the booth, but both guys are gone. Stuffing the note in my pocket, I start to head back towards Maria. "I'm taking a break."
"Don't bother." Is that her way of telling me I am not allowed to take a break? "I already spoke to Dad and he called in Courtney and Agnes. They're in the back getting ready. We, are going out for a little bit of fun tonight. You did bring party clothes right?"
Yeah right. Having people "accidentally" knocking me over and grabbing my ass is definitely my slice of cherry pie.
I shake my head.
"Excuse me! I would like my food sometime today!" some rather large man yells from the front of the restaurant. Doesn't look like you really need that meal too badly.
"I'll be back in a second." I watch as Maria mixes a little bit of tabasco sauce in with the ketchup on some burger that had been forgotten about like a half hour ago, then throws it in a microwave hidden beneath the counter. What kind of nasty restaurant heats up food with a microwave. Maria saunters over to the man and apologizes handing him the burger, and informing him that his fries would be done in a second. She looks to me and I catch her drift. I look to the counter and see an order of fries ready to be taken to the costumer. Placing one foot in front of the other I trip and the fries go all over the ground. I quickly pick them up, even the ones that went into the grooves under the counter. Ick. I put on a fake smile and hand them to Maria, who in turn hands them over to the man. We walk into the kitchen and stand behind Carlos, the current chef, peeking out to see the man's reaction. He inhales about half the plate of fries before taking a bite of the burger. Immediately after he starts gagging and kind of pounds over his heart like he has indigestion. Hmm. Must have gone down the wrong way.
Michael's Point of View
I don't understand. Why is she talking to everyone?
You caught me. I want her all for myself. I liked our exclusive club. Now she goes around smiling and speaking like it comes natural to her. Must be something in the air. Because for some reason I want to yell at that blond pixie. I have never had the urge to so much as mumble something to someone in the past couple years. Yeah, I know. That's a long time to be silent to people other than Liz. Now she goes around flirting and all that stuff Liz shouldn't be doing.
Am I really angry at the fact that she's speaking to other people? No. I'm more scared that I'll have to share her. I still want her as mine.
So, this is me. I'm sitting on her bed waiting for her to call it quits, and come running frustrated up those stairs and complain about the world to me. Well it's been over twenty minutes and it still hasn't happened. This is definitely not going as I planned. It's worked every other time.
"Damn people. I don't want to go out for fun. 'But Lizzie do you have any idea who'll be there?' Obviously not. I've only been here less than twenty four hours.", Liz rambles as she slams her door and starts tearing out the antennae that were recently bobbing above her head, getting her hair tangled as she does so. "Ughh! This is not what I need, dammit!"
"Hold on a sec." She doesn't even jump as I make myself known. I walk over to her and run my fingers through her hair, loosening the tangle as I go. I twist here, unwrap it a little there, and voila! Or maybe not. Liz's hair is still a mess. Okay let's try that again. Twist there, unwrap here.
"Thanks." She runs a brush through her hair.
"Now what was it about a party that you were mentioning."
"Oh, Maria wants me to go to this huge fiesta thing with her little group of friends."
"Are you going to?" Please say no.
"Hell no." That's my girl.
The door opens and clothes are thrown in the room with a little "We're leaving in an hour. Get your ass dressed. You too space goof." I'm assuming that means me. Damn women. They have to be so controlling. Do this, do that, you idiot. Always so affectionate.
Liz walks over to pick up the clothes on the ground and holds them up in front of her. The outfit consists of a mini leather skirt and a see-through top. Yup. That's my mouth watering. "Liz, get dressed. We have a party to crash tonight."
"What?" She squeals as I leave the room to take a nap before we leave.
Chapter Three
Zan's Point of View
Okay, so I got caught. What of it? What I want to know is who's that freakish boy who put the sign on her ass. Does he have some sort of design on her? Because, well, did you notice how I said "boy"? That's exactly what he is. A boy. He sure as hell ain't a man. I am a man. The bod, the looks, the intelligence, the laziness, the horniness, and of course the almighty ego. I hate to have to say it but I also have to include the bro in the man category. He is the exact replica of me after all. That's right. He's the copy. Why? I was born first.
"Yeah well, Maxy boy. I already had a close encounter." What? I did.
"Yeah. You almost ran me over." I look up to see this girl with a slight grin on her face as she hands me the check. Nuh-uh. It's Max's turn to pay. Okay so the idea seemed better in my head.
"He- he almost hit you? That's the close encounter?" Max starts laughing way louder than he needs to be. Or maybe it's just the fact that I am concentrating on him as of right now. It really doesn't matter. He shouldn't be laughing. At least when it is at my expense. "Well, Zan. That's certainly the preferred method of sweeping her off her feet."
"I'm glad to know you find my misfortune so entertaining." Liz scoffs as she begins to walk away.
Liz's Point of View
Men. I just don't understand them. I have Michael, who seems to think he has claim on me in some way, then there's Zan, who thinks he's god's gift to every female and gay male. Then there's Max, I'm not too sure about him. He's a little more subtle. Probably just as bad as Zan though. The male ego happens to be a very complex thing. The ego, okay. I've come to conclude that it's like a virus. If it's not kept in check it'll take over everything. It'll become the center of attention. Then what happens? I'll tell you what happens, then the victim is quarantined. Then I'll never get to see another man, which makes for a very unhappy Liz.
Okay, yeah. Enough rambling. I walk back to register and wait until someone has to pay. So, three old couples, a barely teenage couple, and a single male later, Max comes up to pay. This time I don't speak to him. I have nothing to say. Obviously neither does he. He hands me the money, says "Thank You." as I hand him his change, and he walks away. There may have been a slight blush thrown in there I couldn't tell with the poor lighting job this wacked out grease pit has.
I look on the counter and there is a napkin. I pick it up to read the writing. Haha. I literally burst out laughing.
Zan
555-1980
Cute. Zan's got his brother delivering messages for him. Aye-yi-yi. I begin to tear it but I notice something written on the other side.
Max
555-2428
You have got to be kidding me. Nothing like a little brotherly competition. I look up to the booth, but both guys are gone. Stuffing the note in my pocket, I start to head back towards Maria. "I'm taking a break."
"Don't bother." Is that her way of telling me I am not allowed to take a break? "I already spoke to Dad and he called in Courtney and Agnes. They're in the back getting ready. We, are going out for a little bit of fun tonight. You did bring party clothes right?"
Yeah right. Having people "accidentally" knocking me over and grabbing my ass is definitely my slice of cherry pie.
I shake my head.
"Excuse me! I would like my food sometime today!" some rather large man yells from the front of the restaurant. Doesn't look like you really need that meal too badly.
"I'll be back in a second." I watch as Maria mixes a little bit of tabasco sauce in with the ketchup on some burger that had been forgotten about like a half hour ago, then throws it in a microwave hidden beneath the counter. What kind of nasty restaurant heats up food with a microwave. Maria saunters over to the man and apologizes handing him the burger, and informing him that his fries would be done in a second. She looks to me and I catch her drift. I look to the counter and see an order of fries ready to be taken to the costumer. Placing one foot in front of the other I trip and the fries go all over the ground. I quickly pick them up, even the ones that went into the grooves under the counter. Ick. I put on a fake smile and hand them to Maria, who in turn hands them over to the man. We walk into the kitchen and stand behind Carlos, the current chef, peeking out to see the man's reaction. He inhales about half the plate of fries before taking a bite of the burger. Immediately after he starts gagging and kind of pounds over his heart like he has indigestion. Hmm. Must have gone down the wrong way.
Michael's Point of View
I don't understand. Why is she talking to everyone?
You caught me. I want her all for myself. I liked our exclusive club. Now she goes around smiling and speaking like it comes natural to her. Must be something in the air. Because for some reason I want to yell at that blond pixie. I have never had the urge to so much as mumble something to someone in the past couple years. Yeah, I know. That's a long time to be silent to people other than Liz. Now she goes around flirting and all that stuff Liz shouldn't be doing.
Am I really angry at the fact that she's speaking to other people? No. I'm more scared that I'll have to share her. I still want her as mine.
So, this is me. I'm sitting on her bed waiting for her to call it quits, and come running frustrated up those stairs and complain about the world to me. Well it's been over twenty minutes and it still hasn't happened. This is definitely not going as I planned. It's worked every other time.
"Damn people. I don't want to go out for fun. 'But Lizzie do you have any idea who'll be there?' Obviously not. I've only been here less than twenty four hours.", Liz rambles as she slams her door and starts tearing out the antennae that were recently bobbing above her head, getting her hair tangled as she does so. "Ughh! This is not what I need, dammit!"
"Hold on a sec." She doesn't even jump as I make myself known. I walk over to her and run my fingers through her hair, loosening the tangle as I go. I twist here, unwrap it a little there, and voila! Or maybe not. Liz's hair is still a mess. Okay let's try that again. Twist there, unwrap here.
"Thanks." She runs a brush through her hair.
"Now what was it about a party that you were mentioning."
"Oh, Maria wants me to go to this huge fiesta thing with her little group of friends."
"Are you going to?" Please say no.
"Hell no." That's my girl.
The door opens and clothes are thrown in the room with a little "We're leaving in an hour. Get your ass dressed. You too space goof." I'm assuming that means me. Damn women. They have to be so controlling. Do this, do that, you idiot. Always so affectionate.
Liz walks over to pick up the clothes on the ground and holds them up in front of her. The outfit consists of a mini leather skirt and a see-through top. Yup. That's my mouth watering. "Liz, get dressed. We have a party to crash tonight."
"What?" She squeals as I leave the room to take a nap before we leave.