Jesse and Miles walked up to Best Buy, and found that it was locked. "Still closed," Miles stated. "Now what?"
"It didn't occur to you while you were talking with her that maybe they'd be closed at 6 in the morning?" Jesse asked.
Miles shot him an angry look. "Don't take that tone with me. You aren't helping."
"Neither were you, when you got me a job in the first place. I should be asleep right now."
Then someone appeared on the other side of the door. It was Shannon, who smiled at them and then opened the door. "So this is your brother?" she asked as they entered the store.
"Yeah. This is Jesse. Jess, Shannon."
They shook hands and then Shannon led them into the warehouse part of the building. "You'll be loading, mostly. And moving things around, what have you. You'll be interacting with the guests, so if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed I suggest you leave you attitude in the car before you get out, because I don't want to hear any complaints. Now…" She continued to tell them about what they'd be doing and what she expected of them, instructions, and some Dos and Don'ts. Time seemed to pass by quickly, because before they knew it, it was 7:30 and they opened. People started to come in, not guests so much as workers, and the boys began to get to work.
They left at 12, and Shannon told them to come back at 7:30 the day after tomorrow. They were going to work from 7:30-noon each day, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. 18 hours a week each, getting paid $8 an hour; they would make $576 a month each. Not bad.
They went home where Mae was making lunch. She greeted them with a smile. "Hello, boys! How was work?"
"Fine," Jesse mumbled. "When's lunch ready?"
"10 minutes."
Without another word, Jesse went up to his room. Mae looked at Miles for an explanation.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"He's still mad at me, I think."
"Well, I can't say I blame him. And by the way, you need to get outside and get some things done before we eat. You'd better hurry up."
"What are we having?"
"Ham and mashed potatoes."
"I was thinking about going back over to Jackson's sometime today, is that OK?"
"If your chores are done, I don't care."
"OK. I'll go get to work."
Miles left the house at that and went outside. As he rapidly worked, he thought about his talk with Jesse yesterday in the car. When he admitted to a supernatural being existing. It had to be the truth. Had to. Otherwise there was no purpose in life. Everything was a joke, a large poker game. Get the best cards you can and see what life hands you. No purpose, just hope. And it didn't really matter if you won or lost, because in the end, everyone dies. Everyone ends up the same way, so what was the point? The famous athletes like Randy Moss and the poor people in Mexico were all going to end up the same way. There was no point to life.
But then there had to be some kind of higher, more powerful being who created them. Maybe this being was evil and he created them as part of his sadistic game, or maybe this being was like a big Santa Clause, always loving and jolly, who loved each and every creation of his. But whether the truth was the first one or the last one, or fell somewhere in the middle, it didn't matter. The truth was, he was out there. Somewhere.
That was why he wanted to go back to Jackson's house. Miles remembered how they prayed before their meal, so they must believe in a higher being. He didn't know which one that was, whether they were Buddhist or Muslim or Christian, but he didn't entirely care. He only wanted some answers, no matter what religion they were from. He found himself thirsting for answers, more than anything. All he wanted was an explanation to life, a reason for why everyone was on earth in the first place.
His thoughts and wondering was interrupted by a call by his father for lunch, and he went inside to eat. Then he went back outside and finished his chores, and then near 4 he told his parents that he was going to Jackson's, then left. Maybe part of him didn't even want answers, all it wanted was an excuse to see Sarah again.
A/N: jsyn, the "Sarah" I just referred to was his ex-wife, the dead one. Whenever I say "Sarah" I'm talking about Sarah Jackson unless I tell you otherwise, or if I make that much clear in context. Anyway, if you aren't a religious person and are thinking "Geez, she's gonna convert Miles and then this is just gonna be some story written to convert me" you're wrong. I am a strong Christian, but I try to keep my stories neutral so that they apply to a more variety of people, so don't worry. While I dedicate this story to God, anyone can read it and relate to it. You're gonna have to trust me. =)
