"Order up, Jay" A greasy haired fry cook said, ringing the counter bell in a dirty bar, placing a plate of hot wings and beers on the counter, where a long haired girl, wearing a yellow polo shirt, stained with alcohol and catsup picked it up, saying "Thanks, Burnaby.."
The 16-year-old girl walked to a table of overweight truckers who's teeth were browned by coffee and Jack Daniels.
"Thank you, sweetheart" one of them droned, voice smelling of alcohol, clearly as intoxicated as his friend, who was sitting across from him, drooling on the table.
"That'll be $26.50" The girl replied in a monotone, placing the food down, sweeping her long, brown hair out of her face, placing it in a messy bun, as she slapped the check on the table, walking away, not surprised when the trucker grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back to the table.
"Now, come on, sweetheart. Don't you want to have a little fun?" He asked, his drooling friend snoring loudly.
"Sir," The girl said in a voice so sugary sweet, that it would put a diabetic into a glucose coma "I must insist that you let go of me."
"Awe, what's the matter, hunny?" the man asked "Afraid of a little action?" He finished, attempting to shove his sausage fingers down her blue jean skirt.
The girl threw a massive punch at the man, who must have been at least 150 pounds heavier than her, hitting him square in the jaw, knocking him on the floor. "I really did warn you" She said, every ounce of sweetness dropping out of her voice as she walked away, the man spitting blood. "Make sure to leave a good tip."
It was nearly 9 O'clock in the morning, when the girl got of work, running hastily to the bar's locker room, taking a hot, long shower, remembering every last drop, knowing that the water had been cut off at the apartment, again.
She quickly combed her hair, it being chocolate brown, interwoven with crimson and honey, hanging down to her waist, her luminescent green eyes being the only thing that could be seen clearly in the fogged up mirror.
She took her fluffy maroon towel off, pulling on a pair of dark blue denim jeans, them fitting perfectly to her thin figure, as she reached into her locker, talking a few pills of various shapes and colors, as she pulled on a white sweater turtleneck, a blue denim jacket, and a blue and white striped scarf. It was an early morning in New York, about April, and the weather was chilly. Just as she was about to leave, she felt a warm body press up against her, and she swooned as that someone kissed the back of her ear.
"Hey, Jules" A masculine voice said, the girl who much preferred JD whispering, "I hate it when you call me that" As she touched his hands that were around her waist from behind.
She turned around quickly, already knowing who was going to be behind her, but she was still excited so see the same, bright blue eyes, the same brown skater cut, placed with a Boston Red Sox baseball cap, the same Robbie, her boyfriend. She hadn't seen him in nearly a week, and she couldn't stop herself from toughing his cheek lightly, then kissing him deeply.
As they explored the layouts of each other's mouths, she realized that he tasted like double mint gum, her like the waxy strawberry lip gloss she always carried around with her. She didn't even notice that the car wasn't his as they got into it. It was some rich, fancy, crossfire type car.
The kiss was so hot, so passionate, JD wanted him so bad. They stopped for a minute, catching there breath, before going at it again.
She soon found herself with her sweater off, a black lace bra pinning closely to her slender body as he kissed her neck, her running her hands through his hair, There lips soon returned to each other as she reached for his zipper, taking her pants off. JD could hardly believe she was doing this. Sure, She and Robbie had had sex before.. A lot before she remembered, but not in this tiny, two person car. Her pants were soon off as well, as she reached inside his boxers, both of there faces turning red as Robbie let out a soft moan.
She suddenly jumped, realizing how dark it had gotten, but she got back into it, slowly removing her hand, and slipping down his boxers.
"What the hell?" She suddenly yelled, as lightning struck the building that had been working in, not an hour before.
"It's Ok.." Robbie said, looking into JD's eyes. "Lightening never strikes the same place-"
"Twice-" JD said, looking back at the bar, the incredibly bright lightning hitting again. "Three, four, five. What the hell is this?" She spat, pulling her pants back on, Robbie doing the same as he started the car, driving fervently. They made it to Fairmont bridge before the car stopped, as JD looked around unbelievingly, every other car on the road stopping as well.
Robbie got out of the car, popping the hood. His dad had thought him a few things about cars, but he could find nothing wrong. He walked to the side of the bridge, standing next to an African American man, as he looked towards the lightening. "22, 23, 24" The man counted as JD stepped out of the car, walking up to Robbie who looked at her, then back at the lightening, then back at her, as well as the African American male.
"Here, baby" Robbie stated, handing her his green jacket, JD quickly taking it, realizing that she had forgotten to put her sweater back on.
After a few minutes, the two begun to walk towards Robbie's house, nearly a mile away. As they were turning the corner, JD embraced Robbie in a kiss, becoming nervous herself when she was the fear in his eyes.
