A/N: I might be putting something else up to entertain the random ideas that as flying through my head. I might not be updating as often on this story if so, but I'm not just dropping this.
Now that that's said reviews are always nice, and enjoy.
By the end of our shift, both Carrie and I were exhausted. The manager thought it would be a slow day, so we ended up under staffed. I found myself running just to keep up with all the demands that were being thrown at me. It had gotten so bad that Carrie demanded our manager to call in extra help. He was not thrilled by this, but it did help out.
"That's it!" Carrie yelled as she went to clock out. "I quit!" She yelled for the third time today.
I collapsed on to one of the chairs. "You've been quitting for as long as I've worked here and yet you're still working here." I said closing my eyes. "When can you follow through, so I don't have to keep listening to it." She came out of the office and glared at me. "Hey! I just clocked out for you too. If I were you I'd be nice." She said joining me. Carrie pulled out my stuff from her purse and tossed them to me. "I think the people at table eight made me pop a blood vessel." She said, eye twitching.
"Maybe you can sue them." I said rubbing my eyes in my palm. "Did you see that one kid at table three who was throwing food? I wanted to tell his parents to take him to the bathroom and hit him." Carrie laughed. "Really? When was the last time you got hit? From what I've heard of your family they didn't dare lay a hand on their precious son." She mocked me in a baby voice. "What time do you have to pick up Ralph?" She asked flipping open her phone.
I checked my phone as well. There was a text from Ralph saying that Andrew had come over and he had to cancel our plans. I slammed my phone on the table causing Carrie to jump.
"Whoa. What's up?" She asked.
"Ralph's spending the day with that soccer player I told you about and said he didn't have time to spend time with me." I said, disappointed. "I guess I'll text Maurice and tell him my plans changed. Give him enough time to finish up what, or who, ever he's doing." I said trying at a crude joke. It did not take.
Carrie frowned. "That sucks. You sure you don't want to get high with me and my boyfriend?" She asked wiggling her eyebrow. I shook my head and texted Maurice. "Your loss." She said closing her phone. "What does your room-mate do by the way? Is he a hooker?"
I tried not to laugh at this. "No, he works at a music store. I was just making a joke about how I caught him and my friend yesterday." I said getting a text back saying that it's all good. "And on this note I'm out. See you tomorrow." I said leaving through the back. Someone had written 'Wash Me' with a smiley face on one of the windows. I rolled my eyes and crawled into my vehical. I was in no mood for stupid people today.
The day's events were really taking a toll on me and I just could not wait to get home. Dragging myself up to the front door, I could hear some shooter game being played. I entered the living room and saw Bill pressing his bare foot into Maurice's face and Maurice trying to look at the screen.
"You're such a cheat Bill!" He yelled knocking Bill's leg down.
"I am not. You just really suck at this game." Bill laughed as his character shot Maurice's character in the head. 'Player two wins' came on the TV. "That's four to one in my favor." Bill said smugly, grinning at him. "Want to play again?"
Maurice moved to the other side of the room. "Sure, but I'm playing from over here. Hey Jack. How was work." He asked finally noticing me. Bill turned his head and gave me a quick wave.
"The bloody manager had us under staffed so Carrie and I were running around like fools. Then Ralph cancels our plans. In other words, this day is in the loo." I said sitting in the seat Maurice had just left.
Bill sat up properly and reached for an unopened can of soda. "That does sound like a suck-fest." He said handing me the can. "Maurice told me all about you shitty situation and I think he's blind if he doesn't see you as a potential boyfriend by now." He stated trying to make me feel better.
"Bill!" Maurice yelled throwing his controller at him. "Quit hitting on me room-mate! It's just creepy!" He buried his face into a pillow.
"I was not hitting on him I was just trying to lift his spirits is all. I'm not into gingers." Bill said matter of factly.
"Gee, thanks Bill. You always know how to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." I said sarcastically walking over and yanking the pillow from Maurice. He flipped me off as I threw it to Bill and went into the kitchen. "Good Lord!" I screamed as I passed through the doorway. "Did an atomic bomb go off in here!" The kitchen was a disaster area. The sink was stacked with dirty dishes and the stove had a mountain of used pans thrown on it. Old take out boxes were scattered across the floor and an unknown substance was splattered on the wall. "When was the last time you cleaned in here?!" I swear I saw something growl at me when I moved one of the dishes in the sink.
"Uh...When was the last time you cleaned it?" Maurice asked from the living room.
"Last week." I said using my foot to lift up one of the to go box's lids.
"Then last week." He said as if it did not matter. "You were working late and I can't even boil water, so I tried to avoid the kitchen all together."
I went to the pantry and pulled out a trash bag. "Then why is it a mess?" I started throwing the boxes in the bag.
"I had to find a place to throw the trash." Maurice said as if it were the most logical plan. "Besides, I did try cooking one night." I could hear Bill laughing. "Yeah, it just exploded on me. Moral of the story, always let you cook." He said like a bad after school special.
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't as bad as Roger about wanting my place to be extra clean, but I did like it to be at least decent enough not to be ashamed to have people over. "Next time take the boxes to the dumpster before it gets this bad." I looked back to the stained wall. "And I agree with your moral." I grabbed a dish towel from the sink, wet it, and tried to scrub off the sauce.
"You're speaking that crazy talk, Jack." Bill called from his seat. "That makes too much sense for Maurice." He mocked.
I heard Maurice get up and trot over to stand in the kitchen doorway. At this point we were all laughing. "Are you cooking tonight?" He asked, grin still on his face.
I looked over my shoulder, glaring at him, as I motioned to the kitchen. "I have to clean up first." I tossed the trash bag to him. "Take that out, then I'll sweep and mop the floor." I said the last part more to myself. Maurice grounded, but did as I said. I was about to grab the broom when my phone went off. Pulling it out of my pocket, I tapped the answer button. "Hello?"
"Hey, Jack." Ralph's voice was just above a whisper. "Sorry again for blowing you off." He said in his quiet voice.
"It's fine." Not really. "Why are you whispering?" I asked moving the phone to my left ear.
"Andrew took me to the movies and I snuck out. I just wanted to make sure you weren't too mad at me." Typical Ralph. He always wants to be on EVERYONE'S good side. It's something I love and hate about him.
