Part Five
So Michael, Max and Iz are aliens. I really should be suprised or going ooo or something like that.
But I'm not.
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"Where's Maria?" Michael asked.
"I gave her the day off," I answered, as I wiped down the counter.
"Why, Maria never takes a day off," Michael said.
"Well, she's hung over and needed some rest," I answered and Michael froze.
"Maria's hung over?" he asked.
"Yep," I replied, and Michael shook his head.
"Does she know?" I asked.
"No," he replied, going back to washing dishes.
"You've never told her?" I asked.
"No, and she's not going to find out," he defended.
"Like she would believe me anyways," I said half laughing. "Maria, yeah I met Michael, nice guy, attitude problem but he seems alright, you know except for that whole alien thing."
*ding* The small bell over the door rattled as an elderly couple walked in. They made their way to a small booth.
"What are you waiting for," Michael asked, nudging me.
"What?" I answered.
"I'm the cook, Maria was the waitress, seeing how you gave her the day off, so...," he said and I glared at him.
"Fine," I said, walking over to them.
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You know what, we're going to skip my sad attempt at being a waitress. It's to painful to revisit.
Just know it didn't go well.
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"Come back again," I said, as the elderly couple exited the restaurant. Michael's laughter met my ears and I spun to face him.
"That was pathetic," he said.
"Shut up," I yelled, storming behind the counter. "I told my parents I couldn't do this. I can't...work."
"Obivously, seeing how you're a spoiled bitch," he said.
"I said shut up," I hissed.
"Are you going to throw another hissy fit?" Michael mocked. "I know your type. Probably one of the queens of your school, everyone bowed down at your feet and you never had to lift a finger because everything was given to you. Well, it's time to wake up princess, you're in the real world now."
That was it, I didn't give a crap that he and his little alien friends had saved my life. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't have even been shot.
*smash* The frying pan went flying across the room and crashed into the wall a foot from Michael's head.
"Holy shit," he yelled.
"I hate this place, I hate my life and I hate you!" I screamed.
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What? Nobody has ever treated me like this.
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"Chill out," he said, retrieving the pan from the floor.
"I do not know how Maria can stand you!" I yelled.
"The feelings mutal," he commented, throwing the pan into the sink. "But if we're going to be working together, than no more throwing pans."
*ding* My attention was caught by the door and I moaned.
"Oh great," I said, when I saw who it was.
"Hey Michael," Max said, as he walked over to the back booth, followed by Iz.
"Liz, why don't I show you the freezer," Michae said, roughly grabbing my arm and pulling me into the back.
"What the hell," I asked, rubbing my arm. "That really hurt you bastard."
"And I don't really care," he shot.
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Ouch, like that really hurt...
at least not that much.
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"What is your problem?" I asked.
"You can't tell them," he demanded.
"About what? The alien thing," I questioned. "I would think they knew..."
"Shut up, I don't have time for this," he said and I shut up. "You can't let them know that you know what we are."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because Max has this problem with not letting anyone find out," he said. "He would freak and I don't really want to deal with that. Keep your mouth shut and everything will be fine."
"Ok, just let me cancel the newspaper article," I shot back and headed out of the backroom.
"Hi, I'm Liz," I said, walking over to Max and Iz.
"Hi, I'm Iz and this is my brother Max," Iz introduced.
"Hi," Max said.
"Hi," I smiled, and he extended his hand. I wrapped my hand into his. "Nice to meet you." I said and dazed off into looking into his eyes.
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Ok, he was an alien but he had nice eyes
And he didn't seem to be like Michael, he actually appeared to be nice.
********* *Crash* I pulled my hand away quickly and spun to find Michael had dropped several pans onto the floor.
"Sorry," he said.
"Um, what would you like to order," I asked.
"The usual, Michael will know what it is," Max said, and I nodded and walked into the back.
"The usual," I said
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This was going to be one long year.