I'm in such a good mood.
Wanna know why? ...SCOTTY WON IDOL! Hahaha. I love him. And he kissed Lauren. And, ah, if you don't watch American Idol you have no earthly idea what I'm talking about.
That's okay though. Because I have an update.
Remember, if you can guess FIRST the band/artist that sings the titled song of the chapter, you get something. This is a really easy one.
Anyway, enjoy my friends.
Hey There Delilah
"Delilah, I can promise you that by the time we get through the world will never ever be the same. And you're to blame."
Her name was Macy. She was seventeen. She and her family had moved here two weeks ago. And she sucked
Regardless of her abnormally horrible coordination, she was still hot
Her younger sister, whose name I'd learned but had currently forgotten, was way better at the game than she was, but that didn't matter. Because, as previously mentioned, she was hot.
Tripp and I seemed to have the same idea about her, which after the game, when we all started talking, got more and more annoying. At least since glares kept passing between us when we were standing in the pool.
Macy's sister, who had gone to lay out on a lounge chair with an iPod and a slushie from the concession stand, looked amused, smiling every time Macy said something pointless. Apparently she understood that Tripp and I were being overly friendly to her sister. Macy, on the other hand, was just talking. And talking...and talking.
And, well, she was a bit annoying. But hot. It balanced out, really.
"So where'd you move from?" Tripp asked, smiling. He'd been smiling quite a bit.
"Virginia," she said, smiling back.
Again with the smiling
"My aunt lives in Virginia," I volunteered.
She looked at me, nodded, and then turned and asked Tripp something. That's when I pretty much gave up.
Tripp grinned victoriously at me when Macy wasn't looking. I rolled my eyes. So he'd won. So what?
True confession: Tripp and I fought over girls like it was going out of style. It happened near every time we visited a public place that females inhabited. It was never serious, really. It was just a fun, entertaining thing to do.
So, this wasn't a giant loss. Especially considering the intelligence level of the girl we were speaking to. Either way, not winning didn't exactly put a smile on my face.
Don't worry—I know I sound like an idiot.
"I'm gonna go grab something to drink," I told them, pushing my palms against the burning hot concrete on the side of the pool and lifting myself out of the chilly water, leaving them. They didn't really acknowledge my leaving, other than the small nod Tripp gave with a grin on his face.
"She looks like a keeper," Natty said, nodding at Macy when I went to lean on the lifeguard stand she'd been observing us from.
"She's a little dumb," I admitted, squinting at the sun when I glanced up at Natty. Her copper colored hair was tied up messily on top of her head and she was peering down at me over her Aviators.
"No way?" she said, sounding fake amazed.
"Come on..." I sighed, looking back towards the pool where Macy was and thinking of a way to defend her. "She's..."
"Wearing a bathing suit three sizes too small," Natty finished for me, smirking. She laughed a little. "You
come on. You can do better than that. Anyone can, Chase."
"What about Tripp?"
"Tripp's unique," she explained over the sounds of splashing kids in the water.
"Meaning that he actually can't do better."
I laughed. Natty was only funny when Tripp wasn't around. They didn't function the same when you had them together. "Hey, do you have any money on you?" I asked, smiling pitifully up at her.
"Nah, but Jake's working the stand, so whatever it is you want, tell him it's for me and you'll get it free," she said.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"He owes me," she said. "For life."
"Ah." I rolled my eyes and turned around to walk towards the concession stand.
After I got a lemonade slushy, I went and sat down a few lounge chairs away from Macy's sister, since she had a good view of Tripp and Macy. And, well, if Tripp had won I was at least going to give him a deathly glare the whole time he was speaking to her.
I was obnoxiously slurping down the rest of my drink when Natty came and plopped down on the chair next to me.
"Okay. I'm on my lunch break and you look lonely. Wanna talk?" she asked, dropping her bag down on the concrete between us and pulling a bottle of spray sunscreen out.
"Nah," I said, flopping onto my side. "What time is it?"
"Almost two," she answered, pulling a water out of her bag as well. "Why? You gotta work today?"
I nodded, closing my eyes and blindly swatting her hand away when I felt her spraying me with the sunscreen. I never wore sunscreen anyway. I think my skin had some sort of immunity to getting burned.
"What time?" Natty asked. She really did treat me as though I was five.
"Like, in half an hour," I mumbled. It's not as though it really mattered though. It was just Coffee
"Chase," she groaned. "Go home and change. I know you don't think so, but you will get fired one day if you're always late."
I opened my eyes and smiled at her. "Shannon will never fire me."
"So you think." She sighed and rolled her eyes at me again. Natty's signature thing was to roll her eyes. Sometimes they seemed like they were in constant rotation when you really pissed her off. "Anyway. How's Allie?"
I groaned, closing my eyes again.
"She's a pain in the...well, everywhere actually..." I realized.
I cracked my eyes open and Natty just shrugged, unsure of what to say.
Allison had come home four months ago from college and broke the news. Along with the other news that she needed a place to stay. Of course my parents let her move back in with us. Really, you couldn't say no to Allie and Mom and Dad would always help her if she needed it. They weren't too pleased that she had waited so long to tell us though, or the fact she didn't exactly know who the daddy was.
Either way, I'd kind of reveled in the feeling that Allison was the bad child for once. It's not as though I was the bad one... But she had always been the perfect one in the house. You know, like in high school she had the four-point-oh and graduated with honors and a bunch of other things that don't matter the second you graduate. And I was the, "Hey, well a D isn't so bad!" one.
Point is, she was just as annoying as she was before she'd left for college.
"Oh, by the way," I said, "if Allie asks, tell her it was a false alarm and you didn't have a concussion."
Natty stared at me. "What?"
"Long story," I brushed her off, standing up slowly from the lounge chair. "Anyway, I'm gonna go to work."
She grinned. "Have fun." Anyone that knew me knew I had a bittersweet relationship with my job.
I walked over to the trashcan and passed Macy's sister, smiling slightly at her as I tossed the plastic cup in the trashcan. She acknowledged me with a nod and then shut her eyes. Huh, I guess some people don't take losing very well...
I pulled into the small parking lot of Coffee a few minutes later. Instead of going home to change, I just pulled my T-shirt that I'd taken off back on and hoped no one would notice that it was swim trunks and not shorts that I was wearing.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have my job. I mean, it's easy. Serving an assortment of drinks to people (not just coffee—in fact, there's less coffee than any other drink at Coffee) is not something that requires an abundance of talent. But, well, I happen to hate one of my coworkers.
And I know it's a right of passage or something to hate someone you work with at least once in your life, but I swear that Felix is the only person you can spend five minutes with and easily contract a headache.
Anyway, I walked into Coffee (creatively named by the owner, Shannon) already knowing Felix was there since his pale blue Mustang was sitting outside. I swear, I could feel the migraine coming on the second I walked in the door, hearing the chime that always signaled someones entrance.
A few people were scattered around the tables at the front near the windows. Felix was vigorously taking someones order (I know. Only Felix can take someones smoothie order vigorously
) and nodding seriously.
I saw Shannon leaning against the counter in the kitchen, watching Felix curiously, with that same God-why-haven't-I-fired-him look she always seems to wear. He's her nephew and I'm pretty sure that's the only reason she's ever been able to come up with.
"Oh, hey, Chase!" Felix said enthusiastically, handing the man in front of him a smoothie. Smoothies sold a lot better than coffee, especially during the summer. I'd worked at Coffee for since the summer after my freshman year; this was my third summer. I would know.
"Hey," I said, grabbing my green apron from under the counter and tugging it over my head.
"You been at the pool? Those swim trunks?" he asked, taking a closer look at me bottom half. Which, of course, wasn't the least bit strange...
"Yeah. I stopped by," I answered shortly.
See, I get Felix, unlike a lot of people. He's got probably the worst case of ADHD the world has ever seen. Even though I understand and tolerate him though, that doesn't mean I've enjoyed a moment I've spent with him. Not one. Ever.
"Did you see Natalie?" he asked.
And he also had the biggest crush—no, obsession
"Uh, yeah," I answered, nodding and just hoping that he wouldn't go and harass her as soon as he got off his shift.
Felix nodded again, running a hand through his spiked up hair that was so blonde it was nearly white, appearing to be thinking about something.
While he was thinking, I went to the back and clocked in, something I rarely remembered to do. When I came back out, Felix was taking someone else's order in the same manner as before.
"Okay," Shannon said, coming up behind me. "I've got to run over to the store and get something. Do not let him drink any coffee. You know what it does to him."
Sometimes I thought the only reason Shannon kept me around was to be Felix's babysitter. Which, really, was one hundred percent fine by me. Minimum wage was much more than I deserved anyway.
"Hey, Chase, did you catch that new movie last night about the dudes at that place, you know?" Felix asked me.
I glanced at him, not bothering to tell him that made no sense. Instead, I just said, "No..."
"Well, oh, man. You missed it! Here, let me explain it to you..."
I sighed to myself, getting ready for a shift of nonstop talking.
The day passed uneventfully until that evening when it was almost time for me to get off. Even though it wasn't hard, I always found myself watching the clock for the last hour of work. Just like school, actually.
I saw Laila's car pulling up for the evening shift and breathed a sigh of relief. Felix was standing next to me, talking eccentrically about Call of Duty. I swear, it's his fault I've grown to hate the game.
Before Leila could walk in though, another customer did. I gladly stepped up to the register, ready to talk to any other human being.
"Hey, hey. What can I get you?" I asked casually when she stepped up to the register, looking up at the signs above my head that listed all the drink choices. It wasn't until she propped her sunglasses on top of her head that I recognized her.
"Oh, hey. Chase, right?" she—Macy's sister—said. I suddenly felt bad about forgetting her name.
I nodded. She'd changed. Clothes, that is. She had on a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a white and black Beatles T-shirt. Her dark hair (the complete opposite of her sisters) was piled messily on top of her head. I also felt bad for not having noticed her at all, I realized, when I met her.
"Yeah," I confirmed, swallowing hard for some reason. "Pingpong." I smiled. I could feel Felix—always curious—watching us.
She didn't really smile back, just nodded and said, "Anyway. Can I get a strawberry smoothie?"
I opened my mouth, but of course Felix beat me to it.
"Coming right up," he said grinning, slapping the counter once, and walking towards the back. Suck up...
"It's gonna be three dollars and fifty-seven cents," I said to fill the silence while he was getting her drink.
She nodded, digging into her back short pocket and pulling out a five. She flattened it out before handing it to me. I got her change slowly, so I wouldn't have to say anything until Felix got back.
"Here's your smoothie," Felix said, coming up behind me just as I dropped the last nickel into her outstretched hand.
"Thank you," she said politely, sliding the change back in her shorts before glancing at me and saying, "Well, later."
"Yeah, later," I agreed. It was funny she didn't just say bye, but I just smiled at her.
She was a few steps away when I stopped her, saying, "Hey," knowing I'd regret it for some reason if I didn't ask.
She pivoted and turned her head back, gray eyes immediately capturing mine.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"What's your name again?"
A mixture of amusement and annoyance crossed her face that I couldn't help but cringe at. Then she just smiled a little.
...Does anyone imagine that last italicized Delilah as like an echo in his mind? I DO! haha.
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