My Savior?

Chapter 1

Lillian's P.O.V.

Today I woke up with Sally tightly wrapped around my body, I honestly don't know how she does this, but I always know how to peel her off of me. I lightly grab her side and she wakes up, her head jolting off the pillow. I smile at her, "Hey little one! How 'bout some pancakes before I go to work?"

Her smile grows wider and I laugh at how excited she gets over food. She's definitely a skinny one, she eats like a horse,that's for sure, but she puts on little weight. She is so tiny for a 7-year-old girl, she isn't grotesquely thin, but she could put on a little weight. You dig? Just then she ran out of the room and into the bathroom, pointing her finger and sticking her tongue out at me before she shuts the door. You see we all shower in the morning and the first person gets the hot water. As soon and I heard the door shut and the water turn on, I knew I was in for an icy shower and a long day. Oh well, I need to wake up Jackson so there isn't anytime to dwell on the day ahead.

"Jackson get your ass up! I'm makin' breakfast!", I only curse when mom isn't around, she tries to be a parent when I do, sayin' that it's not lady like and what not. I go over to my closet that is slowly dwindling down to work clothes and very few "play" clothes. I laugh to myself as I find a dress that my best friend Lacy Johnson let me borrow for a date that was never going to happen. Let me explain.

See I work at a diner with Lacy. She is beautiful, she has luscious blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. She is an aspiring model and she sometimes makes me take some pictures. She's a little on the rambunctious side, but she knows when to be a lady, those days are far and few between though. She can make even the saddest person laugh. So anyways, back to the "date."

There's this one group of greasers that always come into our diner. They always request that we serve them. You see, these boys are really, and I mean really hot. There's the leader of the pack, Andre Pereira, he's 19. He has brown hair that's always slicked back and a leather jacket that smells of booze and cigarettes. His eyes are a chocolate brown with a sense of danger that always seems to lurk beneath them. The authority in his stance is over whelming, making even the toughest guys to turn away.

Then there's Jake Larkin, the runner up for the lead role in the gang, I guess you could say. He is an 18-year-old greaser god! He has a face that could make any girl swoon, even me. His black hair is greased back in a way that looks complicated but could be done in seconds. His eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the daytime light. Not to mention his muscles, that boy could easily bench press me and Stacy...combined. He seems to be okay with his position because he doesn't miss out on any of the action. I always notice a new girl on his arm every week, which bothers me for some reason.

There's this one guy, I'm pretty sure that his name is Daniel Lackey, he is a 17-year-old asshole. He always smacks my butt, kisses Stacy's cheek and curses at the other waitresses to get him things. I'm pretty sure I hate that guy, and I'm even more sure that he wants just that. He has a head of dark brown hair that has enough grease to grease every squeaky car wheel in all of New York City. I can't forget to add the fact that he hates everyone.

Even though the group sounds like a bunch of jerks, there's this one 16-year-old guy named Kevin Sands who is a sweetheart. He has warm brown eyes that always lock with mine and Stacy's...I think she likes him, but I don't say anything. His golden hair is a mess most days, letting it hang into his face in soft boyish curls, it fits him though. He has an inviting face but the scar that runs along his jawline exposes his harsh past. The scar makes him look better somehow....I don't know maybe its his personality. You see he is the funny one of the group. He's always cracking jokes and getting in trouble with the other boys for it. He seems like a great guy but I have never had the thought of dating him, and its not because he's older...I don't know how to explain it.

The last, and youngest, member of the gang is Diego Pereira. He is only 15, and is the hottest of them all in my opinion. He is obviously Andre's little brother, but he acts nothing like him. He isn't a jerk and he doesn't act like he owns the world. I think that he may be the shyest of all the boys, all he does is sit there and take orders. Don't get me wrong the boy is no push over but he doesn't really care. He has these eyes that are hazel with what seems like golden flakes in them. His light brown hair has just enough grease so that it stays in place. His smile sets a whole flock of birds loose in my stomach. He always looks at me and I blush furiously.

Stacy seems to think that Diego likes me. How could anyone as perfect as him like a middle class, waitress like me? I tried to make my point to Stacy, who is very stubborn. She wouldn't have it, she figured if I dressed up and "ran" into the boys then Diego would see what he was missin'. I still remember sighing and saying, "Fine, but not until I have a weekend off work because it might take a while." I never have weekends off so I knew it would never happen. Her stupid idea was the date that would never, in a million years, happen. Yet, I still had this dress in my closet waiting to be worn.

I sighed as the memory faded away, and put on my waitressing outfit realizing that I now didn't have time to shower if I wanted to be on time to work. My outfit wasn't that bad I guess. It was made of cotton and what felt like silk but I know that it wasn't because the place I worked for was cheap. The top was black cotton that was a little tight around the bust area...to say the least I wasn't the smallest girl in the world in that department. The color of the shirt and the sleeves were that almost silk material and were white. The skirt was slightly puffed out because of the built in petticoat. The material wasn't that itchy, but I wore a slip. The outside of the skirt was silky as well and was light blue with the bottom outlined in black. I had to wear this white cotton apron that tied around my waist. The worst part was the shoes. They were those ugly black and white saddle shoes. Thank the Lord my feet were small because if they weren't they would look HUGE!

I ran into the newly free bathroom and quickly did my hair into those curls that sit on the top of your head on either side. Then I walked to our kitchen and make breakfast, pancakes were my personal favorite. I whipped up a batch, ate quickly, said my goodbyes and started my long route to work, little did I know, my life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.