I saw an angel in blue jeans today
It felt as she melted all my bitterness away

You always tried so hard
To hide your wings behind your coat
So let it be
And let them free
So you can hover low
Above the ground
Angel in Blue Jeans – Maroon 5

Justin

"Sunshine, we need to talk."

She doesn't sound happy.

She sounds the exact opposite. Worried, angry, unsure. I frown. I'm worried now. Worried about why she's worried and what it has to do with me. Had I done something wrong? Had I talked too much when I had been on my shift? Had the tables not been clean enough? Was she firing me for doing something wrong? I twisted my hands nervously in front of me as I follow her inside the diner. The little bell jingles noisily over me and makes my nerves even more taut. So tight – almost to the breaking point. I did something wrong. I just know it. I go over my shift in my head.

I can't find what I did wrong but I must've done something.

"Sit down, Sunshine."

I swallow, nod, and do as she says. I slide into the booth and I hear her sit down across from me. Next I hear a loud sigh and I wish I could see her facial expression. I can tell what she's feeling I just wish I could see it to for once. I "look" down at my lap for a few seconds before looking up and "meeting her eyes". "What's wrong, Deb? Did I do something wrong?" She immediately brushes those fears away with a quick 'No, it's not you." Then what the fuck am I doing here? What does she need to talk to me about? Maybe she just needs me to work another shift tonight. No, then why would she be angry or worried? Maybe she's angry about something else and worried because someone's sick…No. That's not right.

Somehow I know it's not.

"Then…what's wrong?"

"Brian is what's wrong."

I frown again. What? Brian hadn't seemed wrong to me…not in anyway, shape or form. He's probably one of the nicest people I've ever talked to. I shake my head. "What? I thought he was very nice. He was-" She cuts me off with a noise that sounded like a snort mixed in with cynical laughter. I frowned even deeper. What the hell was going on? What was she talking about? I just sit in my seat and don't say another word and I won't. Not until she says what she has to say.

"I don't think you hanging out with Brian is a good idea."

Whatever. I don't see the problem with him.

I wait for her to go on.

"Brian's not the kind of person you think he is. He isn't nice, he isn't a gentlemen, he isn't lookin' for a long term relationship, and he isn't interested in you fillin' the position of 'Boyfriend'. Brian Kinney is only interested in one thing, Sunshine and that's gettin' into your pants."

"No he's not!"

There's no way that she's serious. I can tell she is though. Her voice is hard. Icy. Serious. But, still, there's no way that Brian would just take me out so he can fuck me. I shake my head refusing to believe her. Or maybe I just don't want to believe her because Brian seemed so nice earlier and was so nice to me earlier. Maybe it's because I can actually find myself liking him. She sighs and her bracelets make a loud noise as she rests her arms on the table in front of her. "You don't have to believe me but what I'm sayin' is true. Brian's a slut. Every night he goes to the backrooms of Babylon and fucks his brains out. He isn't who you think he is."

I just sit there. I don't shake my head because what she's saying must be true. Why else would she be telling me this? She had always laughed other times when I told her something about some guy asking me out. Someone she knew. She had never really cared before. And now it was like…mother mode had kicked on and she was actually serious about something for once. I try to fight the slightly sick feeling in the pit of my stomach away as I sit there. I listen to her sigh again. "I'm sorry, Sunshine. But that's just how he is." I shrug. I don't think I'm ready to believe this yet. "Then why was he so nice to me? Why didn't he just ask me if he could fuck me?"

She was silent for a moment.

"Because I'm blind?"

"I honestly don't know…"

Oh, well, gee, thanks. I decide that it must be because I'm blind. Because he feels sorry for me or something. I sigh and shrug again. I feel slightly stupid. Embarrassed for thinking he actually liked me. And not just the thought of getting into my pants. I shrug again. That's all I can really do. "Just take me home." She doesn't say anything. She just gets up, grabs my arm, pulls me up and we walk out the door into the cold evening and she takes me home. I don't answer my mom when she asks me how my day went. Instead, I just go straight up to my room and try to push Brian out of my mind.

Try being the key word here.

I don't want to go to work this morning. I don't want him to show up and talk to me. What will I say? I know I need to listen to Debbie. After all, she knows him a lot more then I do. Do I tell him to fuck off or do I just ask him politely to stay away from me? Or do I just tell him flat out that I'm not interested in being one of his meaningless fucks? Or maybe I should just tell him all of the above and try to be polite about all of it. Fuck being polite – I'm really pissed that I fell for his sick twisted game yesterday. Then there's the part of me that says if he was interested in only fucking you then he wouldn't have been so nice to you. Maybe he actually liked you too.

Yeah right.

That's just my stupid hoping side.

The wrong side.

Groaning, I roll out of my bed and go through my morning routine. Brush teeth, shower, get dressed, eat a super quick breakfast, brush teeth again, and get driven by my mom to the diner. She asks me what's wrong on the way there. I guess that means Debbie didn't tell her about my "date" yesterday. Good. I really don't want my mother to know about my stupidity. She'll probably never let me go out in public again or something since she'll be afraid some murderer will get me to go out with them. Yeah, she worries a lot like that. "Nothing's wrong." I can tell she doesn't believe me. Hell, I don't believe me even though I keep telling myself I never liked Brian in the first place. But…he did grow on my rather quickly.

"A mother's intuition always knows when there's something wrong."

"Yeah, well, your intuition needs to be checked."

She doesn't reply. Probably because I had practically bitten her head off and she knows when she needs to leave me alone. "Have a good day, sweetie." God, I hate it when she calls me that. Especially right now since I'm especially grumpy. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" I hear her sigh and I realize I'm probably really getting on her nerves right about now. "You haven't." Yeah fucking right. I know I just asked her the other day. Or maybe I was just thinking it. Hell, I don't know. "Well, don't." That said I slam the door before she can say anything else to me and practically stomp through the snow, on to the sidewalk and inside the toasty diner. I don't say hello back to Debbie when she yells out her jubilant 'hello' and I tear my coat off and throw it on the usual chair I throw it on behind the counter.

"What's up your ass, Sunshine?"

Don't even start with me.

"Nothing. I've never had anything up my ass before."

Then she laughs. I am not in the mood.

"I'm being serious here."

"Is this about yesterday?"

Wow. Her intellectual mind fucking astounds me. "No. I'm not a morning person." She snorts in disbelieve as I put on the stupid apron I have to wear. "Since when?" She has a point. Usually I'm all sunshine and fucking daisies. I shrug. "Since this morning." She sighs but doesn't press on. Good. I don't have the time or the mood to deal with her right now. Plus, I don't want to say the wrong thing and get fired or something. I can't afford to lose this job since Debbie's probably the only person who'll hire me. Who else would hire a blind seventeen-year-old? Honestly.

So, I begin my shift.

I don't get as many tips as I usually do. Probably because whenever someone so much as flirted with me I told them to fuck off. Yeah, not so good for business. And if someone went as far to touch any part of my body then…well…I wasn't very friendly then either. So, I'm happy when lunch break finally rolls around and I have time for myself. Sighing, I quickly take off my stupid apron, grab my sketchbook that I left here yesterday, get some food, and head to the booth in the very back of the diner. I eat first. Quickly. Our lunch breaks aren't exactly long and then I begin to draw. It's not hard even though I'm blind. My mom says I'm gifted. Yeah, that's just what I need. Her calling me gifted.

It makes me feel retarded when she says it.

I ignore the sounds around me, Debbie's loud obnoxious mouth, people talking to their friends while eating, and the ringing bells above the door that's being open. Brian coming in doesn't even occur to me until I can smell him and until someone's sitting in front of me. Panic mode. Ok. What the hell do I say? I don't look up at him; I concentrate on only moving my pencil across the sketchbook. Maybe he'll go away if I don't say anything to him. Most of me highly doubts that will happen. Especially if he's determined and I'm pretty sure he's a determined person. I hear him clear his throat. I still ignore him. Well, ignore him as much as one can ignore him. I bet if I had my sight it be damn near impossible to ignore him.

"Hey."

Shit. Now he's talking to me.

I decide to get straight to the point before I'm too scared to.

I look up and set my pencil down.

"Let's get things straight."

I can practically hear his confusion. Yeah, I know it's impossible but…I can somehow. He doesn't say anything so I continue on, heart pounding in my ears.

"I'm not interested in being one of your…meaningless fucks. Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not really the type to just…let strangers fuck me. I'm also not interested in you talking to me. Especially if that's all your interested in. I mean I'm sure there are tons of gorgeous blonds out there that are interested in one night stands. There's also tons of guys out there who it would actually be legal to fuck. Sorry, but I'm not in to anything you're into. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work."

Oh fuck. I can't believe I just said that. I feel like such a bastard. He's the real bastard here. That's what I tell myself anyway. It's not like he actually told me he wanted to fuck me. Maybe, despite Debbie's thoughts on the matter, he was actually trying to be nice for once in his life and not just after a quick fuck. Yeah, well, it's too late now. I suddenly feel his hand around my wrist pull me to a stop. "Let go of me. I really need to go." I wrench my wrist out of his arm and hurry behind the counter and disappear into the kitchen hoping that he'll leave so I don't have to take his order. I do my best to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach again. But it won't go away. Stupid Brian Kinney. I wish I had never met him.

Brian

Ok.

Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. So, after that little "talk" with Justin I had stormed out of there. I had to go to work anyway. But it didn't matter that I had gone. To work, I mean. There was only thing that revolved around my thoughts and I'm sure you can figure out what. Stupid fucking Debbie. I had felt her eyes on my back as I stormed out of the diner. I could feel her smirk of triumph that she had gotten her little Sunshine safe and away from the big bad wolf. God. The things he said.

I hadn't known he could be that…malicious.

So, because of this afternoon, I had bit off Cynthia's head more then a thousand times. She hasn't been in my office at all after that. I look over at the clock on the wall. Midnight. I'm fucking hungry; I skipped lunch because, after his stupid speech, I had stormed out of there. There was no way I was going to eat after that. Now I was regretting it and since I knew he wouldn't be there at this time I could go. Michael would be there along with Emmett and whoever else they dragged along with them. Most likely Ted. Sighing, I lock my office and walk over to where Cynthia's sitting at her desk.

She looks at me wearily.

Understandable.

"I'm leaving."

"Alright. Have a nice night."

Real fucking likely.

"I'm sure I will. You too."

"…Thanks."

I don't answer her. I just leave and head over to the diner. I think about what I should say to Debbie. I should fucking bite her head off. When I walk inside - - Oh fuck. This is not happening. Michael is not sitting at the bar with Justin. Fuckfuckfuck! Groaning inwardly, I stalk over to the stool next to Michael and am careful to not even glance in Justin's direction. Michael grins over at me. God, him and his stupid infatuation with me. I can't handle it tonight. "Hey, Brian!" I glare over at him. "Don't fucking talk to me." Justin doesn't say anything but he obviously knows I'm here.

Then Debbie stands ahead of us behind the counter with her stupid pad of paper.

"Hiya, boys! Gettin' any tonight?"

I send her the most horrible glare I can muster.

"No, thank you. I'd just like to order. My sex life is none of your business anyway."

I quickly order, then Michael and then Justin. Once Debbie's gone I lean over and look over at him. "Isn't it past your fucking bedtime?" Michael looks completely lost and confused. The blond glares over at me. "Aren't you supposed to be picking up some underage blond kid right about now?" I smirk. "I didn't hear you complaining yesterday." He snorts and shrugs, determinedly looking away from me. "That's before I knew you were a fucking whore." Michael snorts and I glare at him. What kind of fucking best friend is he anyway? He's supposed to be on my side. Before I can say anything Debbie comes up with our food. For once she was actually speedy about the process.

"Thanks, ma."

After a little bit more small talk, I don't include myself, I glare over at Michael. At the moment his nose is buried in a sketchpad that I recognize as Justin's from this afternoon. Michael's practically drooling all over Justin's work. It makes me fucking sick. Well, at least if he has a crush on Sunshine then he'll get over me. Hopefully. I shift in my seat. When Michael does notice me glaring at him he immediately looks confused. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" I shrug. "This food tastes fucking horrible." That said I slide off my stool and grab my coat. "I'm gonna go." Michael focuses all of his attention on me. For once tonight.

"Babylon?"

"No."

"That baths?"

"No."

"Where the fuck are you going then?"

"Didn't it ever register to you that I do have a fucking home?"

Michael didn't say anything and I leave.

I really do go home too. I guess I'm too pissed to go anywhere else. That doesn't stop me from looking up some blond on the Internet and making him get his ass over here so I can at least make my fantasies partially real. It'd be better if I could have the real blond here though. Fucker.