Dusting Off A Heart

Chapter 18 - A Fist to a Face

She put the meat on a plate and the vegetables beside it. She could make the meat over-cooked and the vegetables not peeled, but that's not how her father raised her. As much as she hated this guy's belly, doing those things are childish.

Dane is already seated in front of her dad and Alby, which left the only vacant seat is beside the butthole himself. Lauren closed her eyes to calm her irritation. Why, dear universe, why?

She placed the plate in front of him and reluctantly seated beside him. She felt uncomfortable and feel like her personal space is invaded. Even though when he's not even that close to her, still she felt uncomfortable somehow.

"Dane, I want to thank you for helping us the other day." Her father smiled at him, he couldn't thank you enough for his help. He couldn't imagine if he weren't there at that time. "I'm sorry if this is not enough, we couldn't thank you enough."

"It's fine, really, Mr. Snow," He laughed sheepishly, "I'm the one who should be thankful for this warm welcome." He glances at Lauren, curious at how she responds towards his words choice. He laughed internally when he saw Lauren's content face changed for a millisecond. Oh, how amusing this girl is.

Mr. Snow nodded and said grace for the food and then dig in into their dinner. Her father begin the dinner conversation and asked Dane a few things, mostly about the soccer team and all, but she wasn't paying any attention. She decided that it'll irritate her less when she focused to her food and her food only.

The meat is too soft, isn't it?

She took a bite of the meat again, just testing it.

No it's not. Meh, I hallucinate myself again.

She took a bite of the vegetables. The boys are still talking in the background.

I wonder what they're talking about.

No you're not.

Oh okay.

Again she talks to herself like every normal people. She let herself wonder to where she would apply her part-time job. And other things too. Just not into the conversation her father and her brother having with that butt.

The pizzeria?

As what? A pizza taster? Aren't they already have enough employees?

She scratched the back of her head mentally—if that's even possible. She thought of another possible places. Restaurants would probably be her priority, because well, maybe you could take home some food?

Or not. But one could hope.

But anyways, restaurants. She thought of a few restaurants in her town. She can't remember most of it though, probably the pizzeria, some Chinese restaurant, a fancy diner. It'll be better if she bikes around town tomorrow, though. To find out more about the places.

What day is tomorrow, again? Saturday? She felt like there's something she should do tomorrow but she couldn't remember what.

Blast this forgetful head. I'll probably remember it tomorrow though.

"...swimming club...Lauren..."

But something about it seems like something she needs to prepare herself for...but she wants no part of it at the same time.. That's weird.

"Lauren?"

What could it be? Job interviews? No. She likes jobs.

"Um...Lauren?" She noticed the voice seems louder than the conversation they were having. Oh, they're calling her! Right.