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The week has finally come to an end and I was excited for the weekend to come.
I walked to the direction of the park, it being Friday means I'll sit on the squeaky swing for a while before I have to leave. And I am not going to lie when I say I was disappointed when Jake wasn't by my side while I walked there. I had slowed down my walking pace in case he had been help up in school or something. Sadly, I still had no one to accompany me on the way to the park.
I sat on the swings with my ear buds in, the music filling my hearing. I hadn't noticed the presence of someone until a pair of shoes were standing next to the swing. I let out a laugh as I dug my heels into the sand to make the swing come to a stop.
"May I join?" Jake asked humorously. I hummed, faking a mental debate with myself.
"You may, I suppose." I said, tapping my fingers to my chin. I let out another laugh as he took a bow in front of me, then took a seat on the swing without actually swinging.
I turned down the music on my Ipod in case we were to have a conversation.
I looked up and smiled at Jake, showing all of my teeth in a playful way. He returned the gesture. I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, he laughed.
"You're very cheerful today." He chuckled. I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks as I shielded my face with my hair. "Hey, it's not a bad thing. It's cute." He reassured me. My face turned beet red as he complimented me.
I heard the swing creak as he lifted his body weight from it. His shoes appeared in front of me, inches from my shoes. My head was stilled bowed and I didn't make an effort to lift it. I knew I would be even more embarrassed from the red splashing my face. He stood there waiting for me to make eye contact and when he didn't he lifted my chin with his thumb. My red face made a laugh erupt from his mouth. I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout, I don't like when people laugh at me.
"Sorry." He tried to contain his laughing, but failed miserably. A puff of air came from my nose showing more of my annoyance. "Oh, come on. It's funny! It's really adorable when you blush." I shook my head.
"It's not adorable. It's embarrassing." I whined.
"Well, it shouldn't. Anyway, you would laugh if I was blushing like that." He reasoned. I couldn't help but crack a smile, he's right. "See!? You would." He said as I nodded.
It was then I realized that he hadn't removed his hand from my chin. He noticed as well, and dropped it to his side. I stood up feeling a bit awkward, but the feeling didn't fade as we were closer than before. I had expected him to move, but he didn't. He slowly brought his had up to my jaw and caressed it. I tried to fight it, but I gently leaned into his hand. My heart pounded as his face inched closer to mine before he gently kissed my cheek. He waited, his lips closed enough to bush my skin but not make contact. When I didn't move he moved his head, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. His hand was still on my jaw, his thumb gently rubbed my cheek.
I was terrified he could feel my heart pounding.
Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
I chanted in my head. Just as I thought he was going to, he pulled away.
"Sorry." He sheepishly apologized.
"Don't be." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Okay, then I am not sorry, not sorry at all." He smirked. I smiled. He dropped his hand from my jaw.
We stood in silence, both of us not sure where to look. After a while, I pulled out my phone and checked the time.
I cleared my throat before speaking, "I got to get to the diner."
"You work a lot." He laughed.
"Yeah, well..." I trailed off with out giving a real explanation.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said taking a step back to let me have enough room to leave.
"Bye." I said before moving around him to walk away.
I really didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and talk with him. Listen to music or something. Anything really would've been fine with me. But I knew I had to go to work, so I did.
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Saturday morning is as busy as usual.
"But my family is hungry and that table is obviously empty." The woman argued further.
"I understand, but if you can wait 15 minutes there will be another table. That table is being reserved." I tried to explain again.
She huffed and crossed her arms before speaking, "We won't take long to eat! Just let us use the table." She demanded.
"I can't do that. The table is resevered."
"I know the table is resevered." She said rolling her eyes.
"Okay, then you understand I can not give you the table. If you take a seat, we will give you the next open table." I said with a fake smile plastered on my face. She let out a dramatic, heavy sigh. She wanted to argue futher, the words waiting on her lips, but she didn't. I could still hear her mumbling under her breath, "This is ridiculous.","We just want some damn food.","We shouldn't have to wait.". But her attention was soon drawn to her young children playing and laughing. One of the three pulled on the pant leg of her sweatpants. The little girl begged for permission to go and play out on the rocks in the front. Permission was granted, three little kids running past people and out the door, making the bell above the door chime.
Soon a young couple stood infront of me, a wailing child sitting in a stoller. The wails caught costumers gazes, embaressing the childs' mother who was trying to quiet down the loud infant. The father spoke as he placed a comforting hand on the small of his wifes back (I took notice of the engangment ring on the womans hand as she nervously twist it on her finger), "We're sorry, we haven't ordered but we can't get our baby girl to stop." With that he handed the two menues to me and followed the woman and child out the door. The had to have to have been new parents. The fathers hair disheveled from pulling at it, a sign of stress. The mothers makeup free face exposed her tired eyes, dark circles prominent. I can't help but wonder if they had expected that, the crying and sleepless nights. Sure they were young, but that doesnt' mean they were completely clueless, they had to have known what was coming. Maybe they just didn't expect the extent of it. What ever it is, I wonder if they will get use to it. Would you ever get use to screaming and crying and wailing?
"Ma'am, we have an open table." I informed the woman who had earlier complained endlessly before, forgetting about the new parents and young infant.
"Thank you." The woman exclaimed annoyed. "Hold on, I will get my children and you can show us where to sit." The womans tone of voice chaned drastically now that she got what she want.
I gathered three kids' menue's and an adults. When she re-entered, I let they exhausted mother and hyper childeren to a booth in the back corner where and window exposed light and faced the parking lot. The woman thanked me and rubbed her temples as she tried to get her children to calm down.
As much of a hassle it would be, I wished I had a younger sibling. I wish I would have the responsibility to take care of them and guide them through the ups and downs. But I suppose I already do that, taking care of my mother.
I shook the thoughts from my head as another person entered. My spirits lifted as Jake strolled in, his smile illuminating the crowded building. He stood infront of the podium that I stood behind, leaning on his elbows. "I made a resevation." He said as if I didn't already know.
"Ah, so you're the one whom had've caused my morning to be wasted on trying to argue with a women who wanted your table." I jokingly replied. He nodded with a laugh.
"I must be him." I shook my head with a smile and led him to his table. "I want the chefs plate with orange juice and the bacon." He ordered before looking at the menue.
"I see you already know what you want." I lauged as I wrote down the order. "Comin' up." I said walking away to set the order.
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It took him forever to eat, alot longer than any teenage boy I know. By the time he was done, the morning rush had stopped and there were only a few people left eating and people coming in were ready to order sandwiches for lunch.
I left the check with him and went to serve other costumers as I waited for the payment he owed.
"Thank you for being such a wonderful waitress for me." He said handing me the check book with the money. "And your tip," He pulled five dollars from his wallet and handed it to me. It was more than I expected. Most people who dined by themselves didn't give me more that a couple dollars.
"Five? You're awfully generous." I said.
"It's to make up for the mad woman who you had to deal with." He said.
"Oh, I see. Now I don't feel bad for taking the generous tip." I smiled as I shoved it into my aprons pocket. He laughed.
"Good." He scooted out of the booth and stood. Our bodies were close, and if the check book wasn't being gripped in my hands tightly, we would be touching. But we weren't. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against my cheek ever-so-slightly like when a ray of light peaks through a gap between leaves on a tree. It was sweet and quick and soft and amazing. My eyes fluttered closed but opened quickly as he pulled away. Butterflies bursted into flight in my stomach, making my mouth curve into a smile. "I'll see you later." He spoke and walked out of the diner, leaving me smiling and giddy and the feel of his lips lingering on my cheek.
To no surprise, Angie had been hiding in the shadows, watching. Her light laughed floated through the air as she shook her head.
My smiled was stained on my lips, that was until, he walked in. Dan. My heart dropped, stomach flopped, and the air that had been filled with smiles and turned tense. My breathing picked up. Luckily, Claire noticed and hurriedly walked over, silently telling me to let her take this table that would've been mine. I allowed her to with out a word leaving my lips.
Maybe his presence was good, reminding me that Jake and I couldn't work out and that it would end the same. It would end in whispers of other students and tears in my pillow and endless nights. I can't let that happen. I just couldn't.
I excused my self outside, not bothering to ask Angie whether it was okay or not. Chances are, she would've said it was fine.
Jake stained the smile onto my lips, but Dan was the bleach who got rid of the stain and killed the butterflies.
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A/N I haven't uploaded at all. Whoops ahah. I just wasn't sure whether I should continue. I felt like no one was reading, so I stopped writing. Then I saw the readings had increases and wrote this chapter. So I hope you all like it :) This is the longest chapter I wrote, so I hope it isn' t like two pages XD there is like 2020 words just incase you wanted to know lol.
Ps there is a bobby pin stuck in my keyboard .-.