There was a noise.
A loud, beeping, constant noise was doing my head in. I cracked one eye open, cursing the sun that streamed through my window. I needed to get some goddamn blinds. Reaching over to the alarm clock that was sitting haphazardly on the nightstand , I slammed my hand down; hopefully hitting the snooze button but more than likely breaking the damn thing. At this moment, I didn’t really care; I was too bloody tired.
I put my hand back under my pillow and mushed my face down to try and block out all of the light.
It wasn’t working.
Keeping my eyes firmly shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose. Waking up with one hell of a headache was not exactly what I would call a good morning, but it's not even morning, it's more late afternoon. Though, honestly it happened nearly every day, the sad truth to being a bartender at a decent place. Rolling into bed at 6am, stinking of alcohol and cigarettes; not exactly the makings of a great nights sleep.
Loosing myself to a dreamless sleep was god almighty brilliant.
I sighed and reluctantly opened my eyes, glancing over at my now clear bedside table. In my fit, I managed to knock the clock onto the ground. Not bothering to pick it up I searched around in my bed until I found my phone attached to its charger. Activating the screen I saw the time and swore under my breath. There was less than an hour before I had to meet my
girlfriend for diner.
Sleeping during the day sucked majorly. It just didn't feel right and screwed my internal body clock. But as much as I hated my currently sleeping pattern, the money was pretty good and I was going to take what I could get.
Stumbling out of my bed, twisting round in my sheets I dove into the shower. exactly two minutes later I was back out and with the towel around my waist attempted to find something that was semi clean. I picked up a shirt and sniffed it, deeming it more than okay and found the jeans that I had worn last night. Spraying a bit of deodorant on myself, I did the three pocket tap; wallet, keys, phone. Set to go.
For the first time in what seemed like freaking months I finally had a Saturday night off, a rarity as a bartender. Even though my buddies wanted me to join them in getting wasted I considered dinner and good music with my hot as hell girlfriend a much better use of my night.
I was meeting her at this little cafe that moonlighted as a bar and live music venue. Over the past few months it had become our date place of choice, it was respectable but It was also on the music map. Elliott was picky about the places we went, she wanted to honestly tell her father where we were going; even though she had the coolest dad ever. Being a budding musician myself, having a guy like that around was not something to be coy about. My friends nearly crapped themselves when they found out who Elliott's father was, it put all the sh*t they gave me about her age to rest.
Seventeen isn't too young, I thought to myself as I got on my bike. I am only nineteen for gods sake and her birthday is in a couple of months or so. Elliott was different, she was good. She loved her parents, spent time with them, cared about her schooling and wanted to do something with her life. Elliott wasn't a pushover, but she damn sure wasn't like any girl I had dated before.
The first time I met Elliot, it was in this little club bar in the next town over. Apparently one of Elliott's friends was having a birthday and knew some places that had a bit of a reputation for letting in beautiful girls under the age of eighteen, this wasn't one of those but some how they managed to get in. They were at the bar, one friend slumped over with her face in her arms, not able to keep her head up, all but one girl left to keep dancing. I was working the bar and couldn't help but groan at the girls that has obviously had way to much to drink.
Underage girls were not fun, they were a liability. Heaving a huge sigh, I walked over there glancing at the clock. It was nearing 2am and the end of my shift.
I looked at the blonde, dressed somewhat demurely compared to others in skinny black leather pants and a low cut flowy top. She was covered in sweat, along with everyone else, but didn't look quite as intoxicated.
"Do you need-" I started to say, before being cut off without a glance.
"Not interested." Was the reply got back along with a wave of a hand to my face.
I turned to leave but my partner behind the bar looked at me pointedly and mouthed just effing deal with it.
I got a little irritated. It had been fourteen damn hours since I started today and everything was going just fine until right now. Turning back round to the effortlessly beautiful blonde I tried again.
"Look, your friend is wasted." This time I got a glare. "And obviously underage. Let me help you get her home." I tried to put on my nice guy face, but it wasn't showing too well. This girl looked both scared and stunned at the same time.
"I can do it," she replied simply. Her voice was sweet, like warm honey. Attempting to wake her friend she began trying to lift her, to no avail. I watched her struggle for a moment before heading round to the other side of the bar, scooping her friend up under the legs and arms, carrying her to the back entrance, Elliott trailing behind me.
"Why are we waiting out here?" She demanded, a hint of panic in her voice. Looking around at the dark and eerie alleyway.
"Because if she hurls out here, I don't have to clean it up." I answered honestly. That was the damn worst part about the job. Pulling out my phone, I called a cab company to come and collect them.
"How do I know your not calling your buddies?" She asked once I had explained what I had done. I sighed. "What's your phone number?"
She looked at me incredulously, I raised an eyebrow and said "Trust me."
Elliott thought about it for a second and hesitantly recited off the numbers as I plugged them into my phone. Calling her cell I said "Call me when your home, if I don't hear from you in two hours I'm calling you and then the police."
By this time the cab had arrived, once I had put her friend in the back she turned to me and said "I don't even know your name."
"Jamie," I replied sticking my hand out.
"Elliott," she put forward with a smile, one that stayed with me for ages after she had shut the door and gone.
Less that two hours later she called me. The rest as they say, was history.
I got to the cafe a few minutes later than the time we had agreed too, but Elliott was nowhere to be seen. The thought of her being late for something made me laugh a little, she was a stickler for time management and punctuality. Finding a booth not to close to the stage that we would be sweated or spat at, and not too far away that we couldn't hear sh*t all, I ordered some drinks and something for her to pick at before dinner. For a light girl, she sure could eat.
The chime at door went and I looked up, knowing it would be her.
I saw a flash of pink hair and those long legs that drove me crazy.
It was simple. My girlfriend was awesome.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Hey guys, well this is a long time coming. I am so sorry! I really hope that it makes sense and that it flows properly. Today I had a chunk of my back cut out and I took some strong tablets so god knows what my literary judgements are at the moment.
<3 Georgia x