Chapter 2- Guy's shining moment
2 months later- in a small restaurant
Guy is working he is wearing: a white shirt, with black pants and a black vest. Looking very refined. He carry's a plate in either hand to a table and sets them down carefully.
"Here, you are, hope you enjoy it," Guy said with a polite smile.
As Guy entered the kitchen, his boss came to him,
"Look, son," He paused, "You're a great waiter, it's just that, with business as it is I can't afford to pay you, and well.I've got four older more experienced waiters, so I don't really need another." He trailed off.
"So, I'm fired?" Guy said unmoved by his boss's words.
"Yeah, sorry, you alright with that kid?"
"That's fine," Guy leaned forward, "To be honest I was thinking of quitting anyway, I hate this shit hole," He said grinning. Then he turned to walk out of the kitchen and into the restaurant, but he stopped, "Bye," He called to the kitchen staff, and he got a few mumbled see ya's. Of course the other staff didn't realise that he wasn't coming back.
Guy walked to the front exit, through the sitting customers. He stepped out the door, relieved that he didn't have to go back the again. He stood outside the door, and then he grinned to himself, he opened the door again and stuck his head in, to fulfil one of his temptations,
"I hope you all fucking choke!" He yelled, so loud that it echoed in the tall ceiling, everyone turned his direction, but he was long gone.
He wondered what he'd do then, it was cold out, and looked like it would snow soon. Maybe he would call Fulton, maybe not. He strolled casually down the icy concrete path it was only 7 o'clock.
'So bored,' Guy thought.
He wandered further down the street; he saw a cat, standing on a garbage can. The can tilted dangerously then.
CRASH!!
The can smashed onto the ground, along with the cat. The cat screeched and ran away. Guy laughed for some odd reason.
'Poor cat,' he thought.
Guy walked all the way home, which was twelve blocks away. By the time he walked in the door, his cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink.
He walked straight into his room and changed from the uniform he wouldn't wear again.
He went into the lounge room and told his mum and dad about the job and then he went back to his room and stayed there for the rest of the night.
The next day was a Saturday; Guy would as usual go to the lake and play hockey with the ducks.
Everyone was already there when Guy arrived. Connie ran to him excitedly, screeching like she was giving birth. Guy cringed at the sound; he could hear it echoing through his ear canal.
"Hi," Connie shrieked, jumping like she had a piranha stuck to her backside.
"Hey," Guy muttered and walked past her, or at least attempted too.
"What's wrong?" Connie bounced back in front of him annoyingly, not letting him through.
Guy glared at her, "What's wrong? How the fuck can you ask me that?" He said scruffily stuffing his hands into the pockets of his huge jacket.
"Easily, I just did," Connie said, bordering confused, "What's the problem?" She frowned.
"You," Guy answered simply.
Connie looked hurt, "What did I do?"
"You." Guy paused to think for a moment, he lowered his head and shook it slightly then he looked up and stared Connie straight in the face, "To you I'm only here when it suits you. You blow me off and pull me along. I don't get it and I'm sick of it. I chased you for ages and now I can't even see why I wanted you in the first place. Because you're nothing but a selfish malevolent bitch and I want nothing to do with you anymore." Guy announced and walked away.
"A bit hard with the team isn't it?" Connie called after him unable to come back with anything better or more coherent.
Guy just waved it off, ignoring her now.
"Hey dude," Fulton chimed in after seeing the display. "You okay?"
Guy looked up from the ice, Fulton looked concerned.
"Yeah of course!" Guy grinned appealingly. Fulton was satisfied.
"Let's play then," He said and gave Guy a slight pat on the shoulder.
The game went fine as usual. Though it wasn't as fun as it usually was, Guy couldn't really concentrate he couldn't help but feel a little bad for the way he went off at Connie. Perhaps he should've been so ruthless and brutal. But she had deserved it, maybe not in such a way that he gave it to her, but deserved it none the less.
Guy was sitting on a small cold wooden bench next to the frozen lake; everyone had gone, either home or somewhere else. Guy had decided to stay for a while.
Guy hadn't been very social since Charlie had died, although it was months ago he still thought about him a lot. It was weird not having him there; he wondered what would happen.
Gordon Bombay had called for a team practise that night, almost everyone turned up. They all sat in the team bench areas with their jersey's in their hands, some had slung the jersey over their shoulder or put it on loosely. Bombay stood in front of them resting one leg on the bench in front of him, supporting himself on that knee.
A few people stood near him. They were unfamiliar to the entire team at present and looked rather nervous and unsure of themselves.
Guy was eyeing one girl that stood among the small group of four. He though she looked alright. She caught him staring at her so he turned his glance back to Bombay with haste.
"Okay we need to prepare for the New Year ahead of us." Bombay was saying.
Guy was paying no attention because his mind was with Charlie.
".And along with a new captain we're getting some new members added to the duck flock ." Bombay spoke.
Guy's awareness went up a few notches at the mention of the new players.
"These young people," Bombay raised a hand in the direction of the small group next to him, "are to join our flock this year, this." He stepped over to a boy who looked so scared that he could mess himself, ".is Finch he played hockey for Europe last year on the international team. This." Bombay stepped over to another boy, who looked more confident if not a little cocky, ".is Peter, he was on the state team for Minnesota two years in a row. This." Bombay stepped over to the girl that Guy was staring at previously, ".is Amanda, she has been a reserve for the international team for America and has represented Iowa in a state team. This." Bombay stepped over to the remaining unintroduced boy, ".is Simon, he has been a back up for two different state teams in the last three years," Bombay beamed, deeply satisfied with his findings.
Everyone else on the other hand was speechless; they had been showed-up most definitely by these four strangers. The new ducks after being given their jersey's sat down all huddled together in a corner.
"Okay, now for the new captain.I've thought long and hard about this and I don't think I could've picked a better person for the job." Bombay paused to allow a little bit of suspense to build. Not many people were very enthusiastic. "Our new captain is." another useless pause, "Guy Germaine!" He said proudly.
Guy snapped sharply out of his daydream when he received a harsh hit on the back.
"What?" He asked a little confused.
"You're captain Guy," Goldberg said excitedly.
"What? Me?" Guy pointed at himself shocked.
"Yeah," Bombay assured him and stuck the big white 'C' on the front of Guy's jersey, which he wore, dangling loosely around his body.
"Okay," Guy said nodding with a small smile coming over his face. He could get use to the idea of being leader.
2 months later- in a small restaurant
Guy is working he is wearing: a white shirt, with black pants and a black vest. Looking very refined. He carry's a plate in either hand to a table and sets them down carefully.
"Here, you are, hope you enjoy it," Guy said with a polite smile.
As Guy entered the kitchen, his boss came to him,
"Look, son," He paused, "You're a great waiter, it's just that, with business as it is I can't afford to pay you, and well.I've got four older more experienced waiters, so I don't really need another." He trailed off.
"So, I'm fired?" Guy said unmoved by his boss's words.
"Yeah, sorry, you alright with that kid?"
"That's fine," Guy leaned forward, "To be honest I was thinking of quitting anyway, I hate this shit hole," He said grinning. Then he turned to walk out of the kitchen and into the restaurant, but he stopped, "Bye," He called to the kitchen staff, and he got a few mumbled see ya's. Of course the other staff didn't realise that he wasn't coming back.
Guy walked to the front exit, through the sitting customers. He stepped out the door, relieved that he didn't have to go back the again. He stood outside the door, and then he grinned to himself, he opened the door again and stuck his head in, to fulfil one of his temptations,
"I hope you all fucking choke!" He yelled, so loud that it echoed in the tall ceiling, everyone turned his direction, but he was long gone.
He wondered what he'd do then, it was cold out, and looked like it would snow soon. Maybe he would call Fulton, maybe not. He strolled casually down the icy concrete path it was only 7 o'clock.
'So bored,' Guy thought.
He wandered further down the street; he saw a cat, standing on a garbage can. The can tilted dangerously then.
CRASH!!
The can smashed onto the ground, along with the cat. The cat screeched and ran away. Guy laughed for some odd reason.
'Poor cat,' he thought.
Guy walked all the way home, which was twelve blocks away. By the time he walked in the door, his cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink.
He walked straight into his room and changed from the uniform he wouldn't wear again.
He went into the lounge room and told his mum and dad about the job and then he went back to his room and stayed there for the rest of the night.
The next day was a Saturday; Guy would as usual go to the lake and play hockey with the ducks.
Everyone was already there when Guy arrived. Connie ran to him excitedly, screeching like she was giving birth. Guy cringed at the sound; he could hear it echoing through his ear canal.
"Hi," Connie shrieked, jumping like she had a piranha stuck to her backside.
"Hey," Guy muttered and walked past her, or at least attempted too.
"What's wrong?" Connie bounced back in front of him annoyingly, not letting him through.
Guy glared at her, "What's wrong? How the fuck can you ask me that?" He said scruffily stuffing his hands into the pockets of his huge jacket.
"Easily, I just did," Connie said, bordering confused, "What's the problem?" She frowned.
"You," Guy answered simply.
Connie looked hurt, "What did I do?"
"You." Guy paused to think for a moment, he lowered his head and shook it slightly then he looked up and stared Connie straight in the face, "To you I'm only here when it suits you. You blow me off and pull me along. I don't get it and I'm sick of it. I chased you for ages and now I can't even see why I wanted you in the first place. Because you're nothing but a selfish malevolent bitch and I want nothing to do with you anymore." Guy announced and walked away.
"A bit hard with the team isn't it?" Connie called after him unable to come back with anything better or more coherent.
Guy just waved it off, ignoring her now.
"Hey dude," Fulton chimed in after seeing the display. "You okay?"
Guy looked up from the ice, Fulton looked concerned.
"Yeah of course!" Guy grinned appealingly. Fulton was satisfied.
"Let's play then," He said and gave Guy a slight pat on the shoulder.
The game went fine as usual. Though it wasn't as fun as it usually was, Guy couldn't really concentrate he couldn't help but feel a little bad for the way he went off at Connie. Perhaps he should've been so ruthless and brutal. But she had deserved it, maybe not in such a way that he gave it to her, but deserved it none the less.
Guy was sitting on a small cold wooden bench next to the frozen lake; everyone had gone, either home or somewhere else. Guy had decided to stay for a while.
Guy hadn't been very social since Charlie had died, although it was months ago he still thought about him a lot. It was weird not having him there; he wondered what would happen.
Gordon Bombay had called for a team practise that night, almost everyone turned up. They all sat in the team bench areas with their jersey's in their hands, some had slung the jersey over their shoulder or put it on loosely. Bombay stood in front of them resting one leg on the bench in front of him, supporting himself on that knee.
A few people stood near him. They were unfamiliar to the entire team at present and looked rather nervous and unsure of themselves.
Guy was eyeing one girl that stood among the small group of four. He though she looked alright. She caught him staring at her so he turned his glance back to Bombay with haste.
"Okay we need to prepare for the New Year ahead of us." Bombay was saying.
Guy was paying no attention because his mind was with Charlie.
".And along with a new captain we're getting some new members added to the duck flock ." Bombay spoke.
Guy's awareness went up a few notches at the mention of the new players.
"These young people," Bombay raised a hand in the direction of the small group next to him, "are to join our flock this year, this." He stepped over to a boy who looked so scared that he could mess himself, ".is Finch he played hockey for Europe last year on the international team. This." Bombay stepped over to another boy, who looked more confident if not a little cocky, ".is Peter, he was on the state team for Minnesota two years in a row. This." Bombay stepped over to the girl that Guy was staring at previously, ".is Amanda, she has been a reserve for the international team for America and has represented Iowa in a state team. This." Bombay stepped over to the remaining unintroduced boy, ".is Simon, he has been a back up for two different state teams in the last three years," Bombay beamed, deeply satisfied with his findings.
Everyone else on the other hand was speechless; they had been showed-up most definitely by these four strangers. The new ducks after being given their jersey's sat down all huddled together in a corner.
"Okay, now for the new captain.I've thought long and hard about this and I don't think I could've picked a better person for the job." Bombay paused to allow a little bit of suspense to build. Not many people were very enthusiastic. "Our new captain is." another useless pause, "Guy Germaine!" He said proudly.
Guy snapped sharply out of his daydream when he received a harsh hit on the back.
"What?" He asked a little confused.
"You're captain Guy," Goldberg said excitedly.
"What? Me?" Guy pointed at himself shocked.
"Yeah," Bombay assured him and stuck the big white 'C' on the front of Guy's jersey, which he wore, dangling loosely around his body.
"Okay," Guy said nodding with a small smile coming over his face. He could get use to the idea of being leader.