Battle of the bands (a fairy tail fanfic)

Chapter two

Chapter two:exhaustion
Juvias pov:
My last week at the car wash, I was putting my notice in the drop box today and applying for a different job as soon as I could. I hated working at Karl's klean kars. It sucked and the logo was under thought and offensive. Not to mention the manager sucked hell anus, he's fucking awful-
"Can I get a double clean wax beautiful?" That was another thing, catcalls. I sigh and walk over to the grubby car.
"What sandbox have you been playing in?" I inspect his muddy car that was still dripping. It looked like an actual turd.
"The river, maybe I'll take you sometime." He hands me a paper with his number from a tall stack on his dashboard. Desperate much? I watch as his car is engulfed in various brushes and suds.
"Ooooo who was that?" Mira eyes the attractive man's car vanishing from sight.
"He was totally flirting with you~" evergreens glasses glint in the moonlight as she peeks at me and winks.
"Oh hush~" I giggle and throw my silky locks into a messy ponytail.

"mirajane, juvia,  you're both closing  tonight." our manager ordered and tossed us some mops.

"ugh its a carwash bob,how can it even get dirty!" mira throws her mop to the side and flips her hair.

"spic and span girls." he claps then stalks off to his run down truck, jesus fuck how old is that thing. we sigh and begin the long and hard work sure to last us well into our early eighties.

"satan darling?"  evergreen waves her phone from her spot on the counter near the register.

"yes bitch?" mira giggles and jogs over to her.

"elfman is in a bit of...trouble." evergreen shows her the glowing phone screen. mira slams down her mop (again) and rips her car keys from the board.

"lets go! juvia,finish closing up please!" they race off and i'm left alone at my shitty job, and it is pitch black outside.... nobody is around and the car wash is officially closed. see these are the times where i either like to wield a pocket knife in self defense or...well, sing. no one is here to judge me and this mop is practically identical to a microphone stand. okay you can do this. its just like god damn burlesque you scaredy cat. just think of a song. think of a song that reminds you of someone...

"you're never gonna love me, so whats the use?" i weakly whisper the beginning of the song to the mop and sigh gently. i remember a serene afternoon that gray and i had spent together just watching the clouds pass by with my brand new record player i had received for my birthday last year from all of my friends (most had pitched in but we all know the girls did most of the work) and while we gazed at the beautiful sky above he had held my hand, it was a small gesture, but it had meant the world to me at the time. the very next day he had apologized and said his hand had slipped. my heart cracked if only a little, but it was still enough for me to cry myself to sleep the following night.

"whats the point in playing, a game you're gonna lose?" (authors note: if you want to listen to the song; "lies" by marina and the diamonds.) the only thing keeping my hopes up is a memory. a memory that i would treasure for all ages until my love or life, or love of my life, expires. when gray vowed to never leave my side. i had been about five years of age when my parents had abandoned me, which was probably for the best, my father was a sickly man who was constantly in the hospital and my mom would sell her most prized possessions just to pay medical bills. she would never sell her body though, she had too much dignity and pride, plus, the only thing standing between her and eviction was my grandmother. she had paid most of our living expenses until she died when i turned six. she had been the only one to take me in and try to raise me on a shoestring budget. when she died, i was sent to an orphanage by child services. my first day of school, i had been pushed and shoved around like a ball and i would frequently return to one of many foster homes with scraped up knees and bruised elbows. i was sent back to the orphanage quite frequently. most of my elementary school days were practically hell, until i met a boy. gray. he had told me that i cried too much and that my parents wouldn't be happy to see me like this. i had cried even more after that statement. gray coughed nervously and patted my back. i sniffled until finally he brought himself down onto the bench seat next to me...and embraced me.  he had said that he had only known me for a few days but that we needed each other because the world was a cruel place. he told me to stick by his side, not to be a sidekick, but to be his friend. he told me that as long as he lived, he would never leave me. was that a lie?