Okay for future chapter help I will put a direction at the top. That will tell you what part of Wally the story is primarily being told in. So if North is written at the top it's Noah and so on and so forth. You may see his other personalities come out. I will address them by who they are and not as Wally so you know who he's supposed to be. Any questions? Just message me.
Noah
Wally gets dressed for the day. He is free three-fourths of his life. Just how he liked it. Today he would be helping out at a restaurant. It was a test for all the cooking students. A group of students were sent to different restaurants all over the state. He was nervous. But it didn't feel bad. He was excited. His mom and dad had left earlier in the morning to have a fun double date with his Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris. He was glad that they wouldn't be questioning what he was wearing. As part of uniform he was in his cooking close from the school.
He walked outside. Waiting for him was Macey. She was the oldest of his friends. She actually had a license.
"Hey Noah!" she squealed. Wally calmed himself and let himself become Noah.
"Coming," he said calmly walking over to the vehicle. It was a large SUV. He opened the door to see Yolanda inside.
"How the hell did us three end up on a team?" complained Yolanda. Noah smiled. She was as foul tempered as ever.
"Is that why you're here to pick me up?" asked Noah.
"Maybe," said Macey evilly. She then floored it down the street.
"How in the world did you get your license?" screamed Yolanda who was holding on to her seatbelt for dear life. Noah on the other hand was sitting there as he slid around in his seat with a broken seatbelt. He was quite used to this reckless driving from many of the young heroes who had started driving. Especially Speedy. Macey was nowhere near as bad as Speedy. So he sat with a polite smile on his face until they parked in the back of a restaurant.
It was a Spanish styled place. They would fit right in. They walked in together.
"Greetings!" said the manager, "You three must be my help."
"Yes sir," said Noah instinctively.
"Ha! Just call me Alberto. We're like a family here. And you three are?"
"Yolanda," she said in a monotone.
"Macey!" she squealed.
"Noah," he said with a smile.
"Yolanda I want you to start in the back working on the soups. Macey, why don't you work on the tortillas? And Noah, we're short on waiters so you'll be waiting tables. Noah smiled. How bad could it be? He had done it before.
For the first few hours everything had gone smoothly. It was when a peculiar large group came in was when things got interesting. It was a midsized group. Five people. All around the same age. Two girls, three boys. Noah put his bandana on and walked out to the table with menus and a warm plate with steaming tortillas. He placed it down and pulled out his little notebook and pen without even noticing who the customers were.
"May I get you something to drink?" he asked like he had practiced all day.
"Yes," said an all too familiar voice. Sitting in front of him was Kaldur. Noah put on a straight face while Wally was thinking, of all the things that could have gone bad and he, no they show up?
Sitting at the table was Wally's team.
"I'll have water," said Kaldur.
"Some tea for me," said Conner.
"I'll have tea too," said M'gann.
"Sprite," said Robin.
"Root beer," said Artemis.
"Coming right up!" he said as he hurried off. He went to the kitchen and tried to remember what they were doing here. He then remembered the conversation from a day ago.
"Hey Wally, the teams going to that knew Mexican restaurant, wanna come?" asked Robin. Wally checked his schedule. He was free but Noah was busy with his cooking test.
"Sorry guys, maybe another time."
"Thank god. Our bill would've made us go broke if he came along."
He walked over to Yolanda who was working on a Mexican cake.
"What?" she said with a glare. He gave her the biggest set of puppy dog eyes.
"I will do anything if you go serve the table of five out there right now."
"Uh let me think about it, no."
*Ring Ring*
She picked up her phone and looked at the screen, reading a text. Next thing he knew the phone was throne against the wall right behind him, smashed to little pieces.
"Uh, Yo-yo? You okay?"
"I just got dumped. And right before my school's dance. If I don't show up with someone then that ass of a cheerleader will win that stupid bet!"
"Bet?"
"I bet her that I could get an awesome guy to take me to the dance."
"Well, what about me?"
She stared and then laughed at him. Then she looked at him.
"Oh. You were serious?"
"Uh yeah. You scratch my back I'll scratch yours."
She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
"Fine. But only because I'm desperate."
"Your words not mine," he said putting on a white starched apron. He picked up where she left off. He was not going to serve his team. He'll feed, but not serve them. By the time they were done, Wally's arms were stiff from making so much food. He had sauce in his hair despite his bandana. He heard his team leave talking.
"Oh man Wally would've loved it here," said Robin.
"It was good," said Conner.
"It was hot," said Kaldur with a scorched tounge.
"I liked it," said Artemis.
"I wonder if the chef could give me some pointers.
Noah wouldn't have laughed. But Wally sure did. He knew her cooking. He felt bad to whomever was going to be her cooking instructor.
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