The Background Kind Of Guy

Chapter Thirteen

Friday.

Oh God, can I really do this?

I grabbed my Navy Blue Flannel with a white t-shirt and some new Blue jeans I've been saving for a special occasion, as for my hair; I had washed it this morning giving which gave my natural curls on the top some spice, I looked at myself in the mirror, I actually felt...Good looking.

I then grabbed my glasses and looked at my cast;Reminded of my flaws.

"Okay Tony, how are we gonna do this?" I said to myself, looking directly to my eyes through the mirror.

"Hey, I'm Tony Thompson and today is my job interview for a job....No, that's to skittish." I stood silent.

"Hi" I put my hand out, the broken one.

"That's, good enough. But, I can't show the cast. It'll show how weak and useless I am."

I took one more look at myself, I smiled, proudly. I turned around

"So Pubbie, wha-" I stopped, my smile fading into a frown

"Oh, yeah." I sighed "You're gone..."

"Tony, you ready?" My mom peeked through my bedroom door.

"Y-yeah, I am." I mumbled.

We walked to the car, driving out way to the movie theater.

"So, big day...How do you feel?" My mom tried some pep talk to stop the awkward silence.

"I'm good." I lied.

I'm nervous, I had to put tissues under my arm pits so the sweat won't soak through my two layers, my hands were also drenched with sweat, I stuck my hands out of the window hoping it would do something.

"Just, be you, and if they ask you're a-" I decided to finish her sentence.

"Team player. I know, I over heard you're conversations with Dave for years."

She parked right infront of the building with a big smile on her face.

"Tony, I forgot to tell you, I'm being put in for a extra shift at the diner and after that I gotta take Norma's shift at the hospital.So, I won't be able to pick you up...are you fine taking a Uber?"

"Yeah, it's alright." I nodded

"I'm so sorry."

"No, I understand."

My mom gave me a loving look
"I'm so happy for you!" She hugged me tightly.

"Mom, I gotta go." I said politely.

"Just one second." She kept a firm grip around me.

There was a silence that felt uncomfortable as she keep hugging me. I needed it though, I honestly enjoyed it.

"Alright, good luck."

"Thanks, bye." I jumped out of the car, walking slowly to the building.

I had told the employee I was here to see the hiring manager, he grabbed his walkie-talkie and spoke into it.

"Yeah, Jim there's a kid here, his names Tony Thompson, he's here for a job interview."

"I'll be there in a minute, tell him to meet me at movie room three."

"She'll be there In a minute, just go to movie room three." He pointed at the direction.

I walked into the empty, dim movie room.

'Wait...where do I sit?' I thought in panic.

'I can't sit in the front, that's just weird, not the back, they'd probably think I don't like confrontation. The middle? No that would just look like I can't make decisions.
Damn it! Why is this so hard?!'

Before I made the decision, I was startled by a girl. Wait a girl? A pretty one too. Shit she goes to my school. She was a senior.

She wore black skinny jeans and a red flannel, bright blue eyes and long black hair that were styled into braids.

"Tony Thompson?" She she gave a smile

"Y-yeah?"

"I'm Jamie but my friends call me Jim." She smiled

"H-Hi." I forcibly held my hand out, the one with the cast.Damn it

She shook it.

"What happened to you're arm?" She asked

"Oh, umm some kids at school, they pushed me over." I said awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, well here let's have a seat." She led me to the middle of the aisle.

(Damn I knew it, the middle is always the right choice.)

"So, why are you interested on having a job here?" She asked as she held her clipboard.

"W-well, I-I always loved movies and going to the c-cinema is always a good experience and I-I just want to be apart of that experience for other people." I gave a forced but convincing smile.

She nodded and wrote it down.

"So, what position are you interested in?" She asked

"I'm good with any."

"Any specific days you would be able to work?"

"Um, I'm able to work during Friday, Saturday and Sunday, four to closing time."

"How about holidays?"

"No, I'm unable to."

"Alright...and one more question." She stood silent

"Aren't you Dave Thompson's younger brother?" She asked

I'm surprised how I didn't see that coming.

"Yeah, yeah I-I am."

"Alright, well...I'll see you next Friday." She smiled

It took a moment to process

"W-wait so, I g-got the job?" I asked

"Yeah, you did."

"Oh, okay...thank you."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too." I got up slowly backing away.

"I hope you're arm heals soon."

"You too." I smiled.

When I realized I messed up, I quickly left the building.

Instead of taking Uber, I just walked. Because I think I'm socially drained for the day, talking to one person is just to stressful.

When coming back home, I took a shower and crashed onto my bed.

Well, that's one check off the list. I got a job.