I Like You to the Moon and Back

Chapter 2

_Melody_

"Excuse, me- yeah, you!" Said a really excited voice from behind me, smiling when I finally acknowledged him. I had seen him before- once. He was the really nice customer who tipped me like 30% even though all he got was the crappy ass burger and fries.

The fact that I have only seen him once though, meant that he was either a passerby, or new. Passerby- our town loves em. Newbies...this guy automatically had most of the town hating him. New people..."didn't belong. This was a town made successful through years of hard work throughtout generations. We don't need any new people buying up our lands and making profits off our history." --so says my father, mayor of this town. 

So, even though he looked really sweet, with his kinda squinty blue eyes that made it look like he was always smiling, and his dimples, and his shaggy brown hair, and his adorably big perfect smile, I had to try my best to ignore him.

"Make em feel unwelcome, and they always go away." -- my loving, warm-hearted grandmother (to anyone who has had roots planted here for at least a hundred and fifty years....). 

So, when I turned around, there was a polite, but uneccesarily cold smile painted on my face, so he got the picture to go away. Only, he didn't get the picture to go away. Okay, I'll amp up the obviousness.

"Yes?" I said as snipply as I could- while still being polite, raising an eyebrow. He smiled at me wider, brushing the hair out of his eyes- if anyone over the age of 60 (which is most of the town) saw him with hair like that, they would automatically think he was a hoodlum. I'm pretty sure none of them have even seen a hoodlum...towns this small have a pretty generic population of middle class, socially acceptable...everything. Perfect houses, gardens, cars, and DEFINITELY, children. 

"Good! You heard me! Anyways, I was wondering if I could speak to your manager?" He asked politely. My stomach dropped- was he asking to talk to him because I was being rude? I was only doing it because that's what my dad told me to do!

"And...can I ask why you wanna talk to him?" I asked nervously, hoping it didn't sound in my voice. 

"I'm looking for another part time job, and this seems like as good a place as any!" He replied. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank the Lord, but I still wasn't going to help this guy out. He seemed nice an all, but no one wanted him to work here- if I asked Al, he'd kill me for even thinking it. 

"I'm sorry Mr...whoever you are, but that's not going to be a possibilty, he's not here at the moment." I lied, shrugging sympathetically. The boy who looked about my age nodded. 

"Okay, no problem! The names' Kai, by the way." He said, turning towards the door. He smiled and waved back at me, and I awkwardly did the same. "Be back in a couple hours!" He said, leaving.

"Wait! No-" It was too late, he'd already come and gone. "That meant don't come back...idiot." I grumbled, sulking over to clean some empty tables in the far back corner by the jukebox. What kind of name was "Kai" anyways? Certainly one that didn't belong around here.

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_Kai_

"Is he here now?" I asked, rushing into the diner and stopping right in front of Mel- that's what her name tag said. She was so freakin gorgeous I have no idea how I wasn't stammering talking to her. I laughed at my own stupidity, which made her think I was a nutcase no doubt.

She had been talking to customers when I'd interupted her, and when she turned around she looked both really annoyed, and really surprised.

"You're here again!? I haven't made it clear enough yet?" She said, raising her eyebrows so they were nearly touching her hair- this made me giggle a bit. I shrugged.