5SOS is My Favorite Sauce

The Night Shift

I'm no longer fat and it weirds me out. That homeless guy just winked at me. Normally I'm met with someone plugging their nose and a space of two yards between the customer and I. But that guy just grazed my hand with his. He just smiled at me and made a lot of weird eye contact. I felt like I was in a scene of some weird vampire movie. All the weirdos come out during the full moon and every single time Dawn Anne and I get them during our night shift. The dreaded night shift, working us from 10 pm to 5 am. 

Dawn Anne shuffles the fries in their skillet. The black bracelets tightening around her arm never move. I've never seen her without them on or in any other color than black. That scared me at first, but now we're friends. The mysterious goth girl had a secret. She's a health freak and so am I.

"Hey, how's the diet going?" Dawn Anne asks.

"It's okay. I'm trying to stay away from sweets and that's been hard. Especially when it comes to pie and donuts." I wipe the saliva pooling at the corner of my mouth. 

"Breaded sweets are the worst. Don't fall into their trap." 

I steady the McDonald's black cap on my head and smooth over the apron. There's really no point in keeping the uniform tidy, no one is going to come in at 2 am. It's the dead hour. At the end of the school year, the apron was huge. During the past couple months I've shrunk two sizes. I can wear tighter shirts, and jeans that compliment my shape. It's been a big commitment and I credit Dawn Anne for most of my motivation. If I hadn't met her when I had, the last twenty pounds I needed to loose would have been harder to take off.

"Hey you want to go to the gym with me tomorrow?" She asks.

"Sure. What time?" 

"Before work. Say 8?" 

"Let's do it." 

"Awesome," she says, her voice fading as she walks towards the back. 

The smell of the fresh fries tickles my nose. I started working here to teach my stomach the food was gross. Seeing how each meal was prepared has turned most of my hunger off, but sometimes in my dark moments the smell was tempting. The lightly salted fake potato fries sounded so good. I haven't eaten since the beginning of my shift, maybe just one.

The door chime snaps me out of my food gaze. Four walks boys walk in talking and laughing loudly. I sink back behind the ice cream machine and hope Dawn Anne takes their order. I can't have them see me. 

They rabble on about their guitars and I quietly move to the back. 

"Hey!" One of them calls. I freeze and turn around. "Are you going to take our order," The one with curly hair and a huge smile says. Gosh I never noticed how big it was. It takes up his whole face. 

"Yeah. Let me get someone." I begin my trek to the back again.

"Can't you just take our order?" 

"Uh," I stutter. "I just want to give you some time." 

"We're ready," Michael says. I remember his name. And Luke. The blonde awkward one, who was the nicest to me.

"Let me just..." I motion behind me with my thumb. "OK." My shoulders slump forward and I shuffle to the register. "What can I get you?" 

"You look familiar," the curly haired one says, tapping his chin.

"I'm sorry." 

"No don't apologize," he smiles. I don't like him. Never have.

"What can I get you?" 

"I'll have the McNuggets," Michael says.

"Just a plain hamburger," Curly boy says.

"I'll take one too," the only boy with dark hair says.

"And for you?" I ask, looking at Luke. His eyes meet mine in an inquisitive manner and he wants to say something. Maybe he remembers me. Hopefully not. 

"Hi Kelly," he says. My stomach turns over and a weak smile is all I can muster up.

"Hi Luke." 

"Kelly... Kelly Pitts?" The curly hair boy asks. I nod. "No way is that really you Smelly Pitts?" The boys laugh except Luke. 

"Classic," Michael says. 

"You look good now," the black haired boy speaks up.

"Yeah, I actually accomplished something instead of dropping out of college," I spout off.

"Hey we started a band that's why we left," Michael says.

"You should come hear us sometime," Luke says.

"I just want to take your order. Do you want anything Luke?" 

"Yeah, I'll just have-"

"Wait, how did you end up here looking like this?" The black haired boy asks, motioning to my body.

"I'm sorry what is your name again?"

"Calum."

"I'm Ashton!" 

"Michael."

"You know me already." 

A cold hand meets my arm, and I meet Dawn Anne's black outlined eyes. "Do we have a problem here?" 

"No," Luke shakes his head. 

"We used to go to school with Kelly," Ashton says.

"Oh now you're calling me Kelly." I feel my hand scrunch into a ball. 

"We always have." 

"You were friends with them?" Dawn asks.

"No."

"Yes," Ashton counters back, winking at Dawn Anne.

Hey! Its Amber! The girl who idea it was of the story. I didnt write it. My bestie Nicole did. we both are co-writers...but im just to lazy to write it so she did. so its more of her story. im also writing in poor grammar to annoy the crap out of her :p  Trust me..I normally have good grammar.