I went to work early this morning to get out of Zack's way. I was dressing Cazzy when he came in our room, asking if I had seen his watch. He looked like crap, but I guess that is what happens when you go on a two day drinking session. I asked him if he lost it while he was out and for some reason that seemed to annoy him as he then asked me if I hadn't stole it for myself. I didn't bite back, that's what he wanted, he was probably angry because he didn't think of that, and its more than likely going to be what happened.
At work I spent all morning washing down cars with Liam. Bob was busy in the garage, he'd managed to get back two of the three orders he lost yesterday so I didn't feel as bad as I did last night. After lunch he put me on the booking desk so I thought he must still be mad at me, as normally he lets me go in the back garage with him. I wasn't bothered though I understood why he would be angry with me, I lost his phone, he probably thinks I didn't appreciate it at all.
I was wrong, however, as an hour before closing he told me he had done all he could do with the orders. We went in the back and he showed me this beat up truck that wasn't going anywhere, so we could practice stuff on that. It is an old piece of metal, everything needs replacing. We started by changing the back window, I didn't know how to do that, so Bob told me it was basically the same as doing the front windshield, but easier. He was right, it was easy to change. He checked it out when I had finished and seemed pretty impressed.
We talked while we were working and he was asking about school and stuff, seen as it starts up soon. He was enquiring about the courses and if I would be taking the same things Liam was. I told him I hadn't thought about it yet as I might not be going back to school, it all depends on my doctors reports. Bob was interested in this, he already herd about the therapy from Liam and was very curious. I didn't tell him much and we joked about it mostly. Bob did say that he couldn't imagine me going to someplace like that, he said I seem too smart to have such a temper; it was my turn to laugh then.
We stayed behind an hour after shutting the place down, he wanted to get the back wheels changed on the 'model car' as he calls it, before we left. He asked how my mom was doing, saying how long it had been since he had last seen her, and if she had met anybody. I chuckled and said she was seeing somebody right now. Bob was more than sceptical of my laughing but I didn't explain, it wouldn't make mom look good, telling an old friend of hers how she is always seeing somebody, but on most occasions it is never the same person.
When he paid me I told him I was going to get a new phone as soon as I could and I would give him the number. As soon as I said that I saw his face change, I don't know what it was, he sort of turned serious all of a sudden. He sat on the bonnet of the car and told me that he knows I was lying about losing the phone. Before I could assure him I did he held his hand up to stop me from talking, so I waited. He said that I didn't have to tell him where it went he didn't care, it was up to me, but he knows that didn't happen. I just shrugged then left, why is he making such a big deal of it? I understand he may be angry as it once belonged to him, but he is making a fuss about it now.
I walked home, when I got down the end of the street Bob pulled up in his van and asked me if I wanted a life, I told him I was meeting some friends so he wouldn't bother, I wanted to walk it. I like Bob but sometimes, I don't know, I get the feeling he is pitying me, and I dont know why. He knows nothing about me so why is he acting like I'm a little lost boy he needs to help.
Jack.