"Kurt. Kurt!" Emily was calling Kurt, who was sleeping on top of his laptop in the middle of his bed, while she was sitting by the pool watching Abby and Reyna get swimming lessons. "Kuuuuurt."
Kurt woke up instantly and banged his head off of his laptop, moaned then lay back down. "Kurt! It's breakfast time. So bring me my breakfast." Kurt moaned again while pouting and rolled around on his bed. "Kurt!"
Kurt's laptop fell off the bed with Kurt coming after it. He decided he really better get up and make Emily her food before she comes up and throws water over him, because that has happened before and she is probably totally prepared to do it again.
So, Kurt got up, got dressed in his new Alexander McQueen shirt, after safely putting his laptop under his pillow of course, then headed down from the attic to make Emily's breakfast.
"Kurt!"
"I'm coming,"
"Is this the Norwegian salmon I asked for? 'Cause i need my omega-3s." No you don't, fat ass. Kurt tended to call her that a lot. Just, not to her.
He put on a smile and handed her the plate, "Only the best."
Emily took a bite and hummed in pleasure, "I can tell." She said then took another bite. Mean while, Abby and Reyna were fighting in the pool while their trainer screamed and shouted to tell them to stop. Kurt stood there dumbstruck. How could he actually be related to these people? He shivered just by thinking about that.
Kurt was brought back to reality when Emily looked at him strangely and said, "Well don't just stand there, get to work."
Kurt bit his lip, he had exams coming up and he barely had time to study between school and working at the diner. "I can't go to work. I've got a huge test that i need to study for."
Emily looked at him like he was crazy, she sat up while finishing a piece of her sandwich then turned fully round on her sunbathing chair. "Listen, Kurt," she began, "People go to school to get smarter so that they can get a job. But you've already got one, so it's just like skipping a step." She smiled and turned back to lie down on her chair while Kurt was standing there wordless. "Go on, get going." she shooed him away.
Kurt jogged out onto the front lawn just to be soaked in water from the sprinklers that had just turned on. Why were there sprinklers on? They shouldn't be using this amount of water. Kurt ran over to turn the dial when Emily called out, "No, honey. Leave those on." What? "The lawn's looking a little brown?" She had to be joking. Their lawn had to be the greenest in the whole city!
"Emily, we're supposed to be conserving water. We're in the middle of a drought this season."
"Droughts are for poor people." Kurt literally face palmed, then sighed, kneeling on the balls of his feet. "Do you think has brown lawn?" Kurt screamed as more water got on him from the sprinkler hole he was holding and started to run to the house. "People who use extra water have extra class!" Emily still continued, even though Kurt was too busy trying to avoid getting wet, which didn't work out at all.
He got to the reception of the house where his bag and books were sitting, grabbed them and made a run for it across the lawn as Emily had her car parked in the drive-way and Kurts had to left on the side of the road. Once he threw his stuff in, he got into his old, dirty mustang and drove to the diner.
Kurt was wearing his apron and on his rollerblades which his dad had not came up with, but once Emily took over, she made extreme and also stupid changes, like this collecting up all the used and dirty plates off of the tables while everyone joked around and had fun doing their job. I mean sure, they had the worst boss ever, but apart from that, everyone there loved each other.
Brenda, the assistant manager and also Kurts favourite, noticed him from across the diner and marched straight over. "Kurt, why are you still here?" she asked as she pulled the bucket full of dirty plates out of his hands while he tried to grab it back complaining that he was almost finished. "You're going to be late for school!"
"I'll get there. Emily will go crazy if i don't finish." Kurt argued.
"I don't care." Brenda argued right back. "What i care about is your education! She's getting you up at the crack of dawn to make you come work here. Your dad would want you at school!" Kurt sighed at the mention of his dad.
"But
"No buts, unless it's yours and it's moving out that door and driving to school. Now go, and leave Emily and her fat ass to me." Kurt giggled at the nickname they used.
"Thank you, Brenda." Kurt smiled as he took off his rollerblades, changing them to his shoes then taking off his apron.
Brenda smiled back quickly then started to shove Kurt in the direction of the door, "Now, get!"