I was jolted awake, later that night by my phone going off. Grabbing my phone, I hit the answer button. "Hello?" I asked, my voice still rich with sleep.
"What the Hell?!" My sister's voice boomed on the other line.
"Nice to talk to you too, Melissa." I said rubbing some sleep from my eyes. "What possessed you to call at..." I checked my clock. "10:45?" I asked.
"I know it's hard for you, but don't act stupid." I rolled my eyes at her remark. "You know exactly why I'm calling you."
Actually, nothing came to mind. The only time we really interact with one another is A.) when we meet up for the holidays or B.) when something horrible happens. "Look, if I did would I be wasting my time talking to you when I could be sleeping?"
She huffed and I could practically see her cheeks being puffed out and turning red. "You talked to mom about what we're doing for the holidays." Oh, that. "Who do you think you are, planning all this behind my back after we already had plans set!" I could only picture the anger in her blue eyes.
"Hold it right there!" I said raising my voice. "You're the one who planed what you thought would be nice without even running it by me afterwards. So, how was I to know what you wanted to do? Also, your ideas for the holidays was so fucking boring! Hell, I bet even mom's lazy cat would have hated that idea!" It was sort of a low blow, but I did not care. She deserved one every now and then.
She growled at me. "You're just doing it to impress your broken boyfriend. Oh, I'm sorry, ex!" She struck back.
My jaw clenched and I glared at nothing in particular. I had to deal with this carefully, or she could ruin the whole trip. "Look, I just wanted to get away with him." I said in a low voice. "He started dating someone else and this might be the only chance I have to try and get him to remember what we had." I explained. "Please, for once, help me out with this. I'll pay you, give you any gifts mom gets us, Hell, I'll even be your slave for the rest of my life. Just don't mess this up." I begged my older sister.
The phone was quiet for a minute or two, then she finally spoke. "You really love this guy don't you?" She asked in a softer tone.
"Yeah. I do." I replied in the same tone.
"Fine." Melissa said. "I'll stay out of your way."
I was in shock. My sister, who butted heads with me every chance she got, was going to respect my wishes. "What do I owe you?" I asked coming out of my stunned state.
I heard her suck her teeth. "Nothing. You're my little brother and every now and then I should act like it." Melissa said matter of factually.
"Melissa." I said with a smile on my face. "Thank you so much." It was odd thanking my sister, but not all around unpleasant.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't spread it around worm." She revived the insults to bring back some normalcy. "Believe it or not, I know what it's like to be in love."
"Oh, you have a heart now?" I asked jokingly.
"Shut up." She said half-heartedly. "He better be worth all this trouble you're going through, and if he hurts you, just know I won't hesitated to kill him." Melissa could be good at playing the protective older sibling role. "Now get some sleep. I'll see you Tuesday."
"Night." I said before hanging up. I had to pinch myself to be sure it actually happened, since I could count, on one hand, how many times we had understood one another. I laid back down, not really able to get back to sleep. Ten minutes had passed and I was still awake, so crawling out of bed and went to the kitchen. Rooting through the fridge, I found where Maurice had put the left overs from that night. I put one of the containers in the microwave and punched in a time. While that was 'cooking', I went to the living room, turned on the TV and laid on the couch.
I am not sure when it happened, but I had passed out and was now being rocked back and forth by my room-mate's foot. "Wakey-wakey little Jackie!" He was singing as his toes gripped in to my shirt.
I rolled over, shirt shifting due to it still being tangled in Maurice's toes. "Don't call me that." I grumbled, burying my face in a pillow.
Maurice did not let up though. "Come on Jack. If you don't get up you'll be late for work." At that my head shot up. "Good. Now that you're up, could you get dressed and take me to work?" I glared at him. "I got a flat tire and I need you to take me to work." My glare did not faulted. "Please. I got you up with enough time to get ready, take me to work, and even you to get to work on time."
"Do I have to pick you up afterwards?" I asked.
"Nope." He said sitting down to put on his socks and shoes. "Robert said he'd take me to get a new tire after he got off work, so you just have to drop me off." Maurice smiled at me.
I let out a sigh. "Alright, let me get dressed." I rolled of the couch. "Why I'm still room-mates with you I'll never know." I muttered under my breath.
"Love you too, Jack!" Maurice yelled at me, hearing what I said.
After taking a short shower, due to Maurice using up all the hot water, and changing in to clean work clothes, we were on our way to the record store. Maurice was talking my ear off, mostly about his co-workers and what he was planing for the holidays. apparently, he was going to spend it with his family who lived in the country. He finished his recent story just as we reached the front door to his work.
"Thanks Jack!" He exclaimed, jumping out of the car. "I'll see you later tonight!" Maurice yelled, running to the building.
I ended up having to speed just so I could make it to work on time. Dashing past Carrie, I went to clock in. "Happy Thursday!" She cooed when I left the office.
"Why are you so cheery?" I asked, tieing on my apron. She just smiled at me. "What?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Hello?!" She said, putting down the romance novel she was reading. "It's Thursday. After today, only one more day before we are free for two days!" Carrie exclaimed.
"Yeah, and I only have one day next week, then I get Monday before I go on vacation." I said straightening my shirt.
"Say what!?" Carrie slammed her hands on the table, which caused me to jump. "You're leaving me for a vacation!? I'll be stuck here waiting on these assholes and our dick of a manager, and you'll be off enjoying yourself?!" She fumed.
"Look, I'll explain everything later." I said in a calming voice. "Let's just get today over with." I said exiting the kitchen and going to the hostess' desk. Checking what tables I had, I passed by Nina as she was leaving. "Hi Nina." I said and she waved.
"There's two people at table seven that you'll be taking over. I think they're ready to order." She said quickly before heading to the kitchen.
I walked over to table seven and pulled out my notepad. "Hello, I'm Jack and I'll be your waiter this evening."
"Jack?" An all too familiar voice asked.
A/N: ...So yeah, this happened.
Carrie: Wow, don't we have a lot on our mind. *Is playing cards with Jack*
Jack: Phoenix is always like that.
Me: -.- I get no respect from them. Moving on...
LustForTheLetters: It's fine about the reviewing. :) I like writing the Maurice parts, because I have a friend who acts like that quite a bit and it's fun putting some of them in to the character. ^^ Thanks for the review.
