Hello, everyone! I am back with a shiny new chapter!! Yay!! I know, some of you guys don't really think it's that great, and I understand it. I was in a bad state of depression recently and just recently got out of it, so it took me a long time to write this chapter (and the next one, which will be up real soon). I'm really sorry for the long wait and please enjoy this chapter!!
Disclaimer: Hurky does not own Scrubs in any way, but she did base a few people in this chapter from people she knows. And anyone who says Hurky's writing isn't so great must be very good at math.
Janitor's POV
I sat on a bench while Dorian stood outside this Italian restaurant, waiting for Blonde Doctor. She said that she was going to go home and change before she came here. It was already one o'clock and we have been waiting out here for twenty minutes now. Where could she be?
"Sorry I'm late, guys!" a female voice said right when I stood up to stretch my legs.
We turned around to see that Blonde Doctor was wearing a purple shirt underneath a jacket, jeans, and Ugg boots. Her hair was also tied up. Wow, she looks absolutely-what do you think you are doing? Calm down, Janitor. I know Blonde Doctor's pretty, but she can never go for a guy like-
"Come on, Janitor!" said Blonde Doctor, interrupting my thoughts. "Let's go inside!"
She took my arm with both of her small arms and followed Dorian into the restaurant, where a girl with short brown hair wearing a long sleeved white shirt, a pink tie, black pants, and an apron was standing at the reservation desk. "Hi, Welcome to The Smoking Olive," she said in a bored sounding voice. Wasn't this place called Il Fumo di Oliva?
"Hiya, Tiffany, we have a reservation for one-thirty!" said Dorian, reading the girl's name tag in his so-called suave voice. If he was planning on looking for a date from her, he just blew it. "We're listed under the names of Dorian and Reid,"
Tiffany leafed through a book on the desk that she was leaning on. She found the name and put her finger on it. "Yeah." she said, picking up a few menus and gesturing her hand. "Come with me."
We followed her throughout half of the restaurant. The place was kind of dark and had beige colored walls. There was some classical Italian music playing softly in the background. The atmopshere was also quiet. No annoying little kids running around, no obnoxious people talking loudly...I think I like this place.
"Here's where you'll be seated," Tiffany said, setting the menus down on the table. "Your waiter will be with you shortly."
Dorian and Blonde Doctor thanked Tiffany as she walked off. "You know, I've never been in here before." Dorian spoke up, sitting in the booth. I slid into the one across from him while Blonde Doctor just slid in next to me. I was surprised. I thought she'd sit next to Dorian, since he's dated her before and they'd recently repaired their friendship.
"I have!" Blonde Doctor said. "I went in here a few times with some friends. You should try the focaccia pizza! It is so good! I'm going to order one up! You wanna try some, Janitor?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever you think is fine!" I said with a smile.
"Ah, so we meet again, Dr. Dorian," said a voice.
We looked up and saw a young man with long brown hair that covered his neck but was above his shoulders and a mustache wearing a white shirt with a red tie and an apron holding a notepad. If you ask me, this kid has a rat face. (Author's note: Think of the Ratatouille rat, Remy)
"Lyle!" said Dorian with a surprised look on his face.
"You know this guy?" asked Blonde Doctor.
"Yeah, he was in the hospital over a week ago with an allergic reaction to strawberries!" Dorian explained. I forget that Dorian gets close with his patients. He calls it 'Going the Extra Mile.' I think it's a load of bull-phooey, if you ask me. "So, did you ever find out how you ate strawberries?"
"Yeah, one of my ex-friends gave me Pocky and told me that it was a new flavor called pink chocolate." Lyle explained as he set down a basket of breadsticks. "But she's out of the picture now. She played a mean-spirited prank on me, there. I think she was getting back at me for that one time our friends and I went to Universal Studios and didn't invite her."
"Wow, Lyle, this place must have some good insurance if you were able to get treatment at Sacred Heart and not County." said Blonde Doctor, trying to change the subject. County Hospital is closer, but it has some of the crappiest doctors, treatments, and, if you work there, pay anyone can have. But you get what you pay for.
"Yeah, this is one of the best places to work for," said Lyle. "It took me a year and a half to get the insurance. I've worked here for two years now. So anyway, I'm your waiter for today. Did you guys find anything you'd like, any appetizers or whatnot?"
"Yes," said Blonde Doctor. "I would like to order some sparkling water for all three of us and some focaccia pizza with everything on it!"
"Ah, excellent choice," Lyle muttered as he scribbled on the notepad.
"I'll have the Cima alla genovese." Dorian said.
Lyle stifled a snicker. "Uh, are you sure you want to order something else?" he asked. "Because I've had to try everything in this place when I was hired."
"Why?" asked Dorian cluelessly. "I like trying new things. I don't care if I don't know what it is."
"You don't know what it is...aaaaannnnand you're gonna eat it?" he asked in a nervous voice, writing on the notepad. "Suit yourself." He turned to me. "And you?"
I realized that I didn't find out what I wanted. I opened my menu and saw that almost everything was in Italian. But then I saw the word ravioli. That stuff sounds good. I'd rather not risk humiliating myself by getting something gross. Besides, I just got out of the hospital. I don't need to get sick again.
"You know what?" I asked, folding my menu closed. "I'll have the four cheese ravioli."
Lyle nodded as he wrote. He looked up and stared at me for a moment. "Hey, aren't you that janitor who got sick the same day I was admitted?" he asked.
I felt sheepish. That Lyle kid was there when I collapsed? "Yeah." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Ah. Dr. Dorian told me that you play a lot of pranks on him." said Lyle.
I frowned. "No, I don't!" I said. I didn't want Blonde Doctor to think I'm any crazier than I already am. Hmm...Lyle reminds me of another Dorian. He better stay away from Sacred Heart and the doors. He should be fine, though. As long as he doesn't eat any strawberries and put pennies in any doors.
"I noticed that you were still in the ICU the day I was released." Lyle continued. He patted my shoulder. "You looked pretty bad, but I'm glad to see that you're doing much better. Okay, I better stop talking and start getting these orders in before my supervisor comes and yells at me again!"
He took the menus and sped off. Dorian pointed his thumb towards him. "That guy never shuts up. Every time I had to check up on him, he would just talk and talk and talk and talk! I made my intern Nic give him some 'mild' sedatives just so no one would have to listen to him!" he whispered.
"Ah, Nic." said Blonde Doctor with a fond sigh. "He's dating one of my own interns. She's cute as a button with the glasses and all! I just love her personality!"
Lyle came back ten seconds later with three glasses of sparkling water and set them down on the table. Wow, he's quick.
"Yeah, I'm well rested from when I was at Sacred Heart," he explained. "So I've got all this extra energy, which is why I'm so fast."
"Lyle!! Stop talking with the customers or I'll make sure you go back into the hospital!" joked this waiter guy with spiky brown hair, glasses in front of blue eyes, and braces wearing the same ensemble as Lyle and Tiffany as he walked by with a tray of food.
"You still owe me twenty bucks, David!" Lyle yelled back. "I foot-raced him today on a bet that I could beat him. So now he-"
"Shut your cakehole, Lyle!" yelled Blonde Doctor in that quick voice of hers. I really like that voice. "What I mean is, don't you have other tables to wait?"
Lyle looked at his watch, seemingly unfazed. "Well, I guess I'll skedaddle for now." he said.
He walked off. Dorian grinned. "Hey, I think that Tiffany girl's cute. Think I should ask her out?" he said.
"J.D., she's got to be at least 25." said Blonde Doctor, picking up her glass to take a drink. "Plus, she looks like a world class bitch. I mean, look at her face, she looks like she's angry all the time."
"I'm 29, so I'm sure she'd go out with me!" said Dorian. He noticed Tiffany walking by with a bill in her hand. "There she is! Hey, Tiffany, after your shift is over, maybe we could go out to-"
"No." Tiffany said in a cold voice as she quickly strolled by.
Blonde Doctor stifled a giggle. I couldn't help it, either. Seeing Dorian humiliate himself made me want to laugh. "Ouch. Rejected before you could even finish!" I blurted out.
"Janitor!!" Blonde Doctor cried gleefully while playfully slapping me.
"Well, if Todd asked her out, I'm sure she'd slap him." Dorian said sadly. I could tell he was trying to hold back tears. I know he's lonely, especially since he failed with so many girls before, but so what? But then it made me think of Blonde Doctor. If I tried to ask her out, would she say yes? Or would she reject me like that Tiffany girl just did to Dorian?
My thoughts were interrupted by Lyle coming by with another waitress with the name of Alisa on her nametag carting platters of food.
"Hi," said Alisa as she picked up a large platter with a pizza topped with pepperoni, olives, cheese, anchovies, onions, peppers, sausage, and tomatoes and set it down in front of Blonde Doctor. "Here is the focaccia pizza, would you like more cheese on it?"
Blonde Doctor smiled. "Yes, please! I would love some extra cheese!" she said excitedly.
Alisa took a piece of white cheese and began to grate it onto the pizza while Lyle set down a plate in front of me. It was my four cheese ravioli with a white cream sauce, topped with some parsley and shredded cheese. Next, he placed Dorian's plate in front of him, which looked somewhat like thick, oval slices of pimento loaf surrounded by olives, tomatoes, and round slices of mozzarella cheese. Then, he placed a small plate of salad next to it. Finally, he picked up the cheese grater.
"More cheese, Dr. Dorian?" he asked.
"No, not for me, thank you!" said Dorian, picking up his fork.
Lyle turned to me. "How about you? Would you like some more cheese?" he asked.
"No thanks," I said. "I'm fine."
We thanked the two waiters and they walked away to let us enjoy our meal. It was delicious, let me tell you. Blonde Doctor let me eat some of her pizza, which tasted like a submarine sandwich. Reminds me of a time when I had to fight one of the other custodians for one. I ate my ravioli while Dorian happily chewed his cima alla genovese.
"So I take that you like the cima alla genovese?" Blonde Doctor noticed as she finished off her last slice of pizza.
Dorian nodded with his mouth still full. He swallowed and spoke up. "I find it oddly delicious!" he said. "You wanna try some, Elliot?"
Blonde Doctor shook her head. Dorian shrugged and stabbed the last bite of his food, shoved it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
"So, who wants dessert?" asked Blonde Doctor. She looked at me. "How about you, Janitor?"
"Sure," I replied. "But what kind of desserts do they serve here?"
"May I suggest the cannoli?" said a voice. Dorian jumped in his seat while I turned and saw that Lyle was the one who said it. "It's very sweet, but also very delicious!"
"Ooh, let's get some!" said Blonde Doctor excitedly. "You say that it's really sweet, huh? I'll just order up a round of it, then. Don't want to get diabetes!"
No one found the joke funny, but we didn't want to make Blonde Doctor feel awkward. I realized that Blonde Doctor had control of most of our lunch at the restaurant, planning what restaurant we ate at and ordered most of the food. I've heard rumors from Black Doctor's wife that Elliot was a control freak. Wait a minute...did I just call Blonde Doctor "Elliot?" Wow. This little crush has gotten the best of me. It's having me think things I never thought before. I mean, I had a crush on Red Haired Doctor, but she left to go to another hospital. If I really liked her, then I would have gone to the other hospital just to be with her. But I stayed at Sacred Heart. I didn't know why until now. It was because I didn't love her as much as I love Elliot. If Elliot ever leaves Sacred Heart, I will follow her to another hospital. No, that's not being a stalker! That's just how crazy in love I am for Elliot!