The Boy In My Dreams

Chapter Three: First Day On The Job

I pull my car into the gas station that is only a few blocks down from my moms cafe. I park my car in the back parking spot, with a sign that said saved for employees. I get out of the car, stuffing my keys into my pocket. I can see the man who hired me standing in front of the booth I will be sitting in for the rest of my life.

"Hi!" He smiles all happy and cheerful. I nod my head smiling back at him. "We just have to wait for your partner Quinn Davis to show up." I squint my eyes to block out the sun. I pop out my hip as I bring up my hand like a visor. "He seems to be running a little late, but I will cut him a break, it's his first day on the job after all." My boss seems a little cocky, maybe even a smudge of naive. Suddenly a rusty rundown car pulls in parking next to my car. Out walks a guy, probably a little older than I am. He has dark orange hair, and pale white skin. He runs over to us, laughing a little under his breath. 

"Sorry I am late." My boss tilts his head to the side.

"That's okay." I look over to Quinn, he is about a half foot taller than me. He looks down at me raising his eyebrows. My boss turns around to face the little booth where me and Quinn will probably be staying. "This is where you guys will be waiting for customers who need help, or who need lottery tickets, gum, soda, and snacks. There is a bathroom in the back, and your lunch break is at one, till one fifteen." He pauses turning around to face us. "Give me your hands." He orders, but his voice is soft. I scrunch my eyebrows together, confused. What the fuck? I give him my hand as Quinn does the same. He grabs them with different hands and smiles at us. He then puts Quinn's hand on top of mine and removes his hands. "Welcome each other and be nice." He then walks away starting his car, blasting some hard metal. I remove my hands from Quinn's as I watch him leave. 

"The next time I see him, it will be too soon." Quinn says following me to the door of the booth. The room is stuffed with wrapper and junk food. I walk to the front where two spiny chairs are, all ripped and broken. I can see a window with a little box cut out so when people come over to us we can talk to them. I sit down as I look at all the junk food wrappers. 

"God," I moan as I flick a piece of trash off the table. Quinn sits down next to me, putting his feet on the table and leaning back in his chair. I look over to him waiting for him to say something.

"What?" Not what I was expecting. Quinn seems like a tough nut to crack, and I didn't really care. I was only here for the money.

"Nothing." I put in my earbuds, crossing my legs. I look around at the gas station as people ride in with there nice Bentley's or Cadillac's. I compare my 2004 Ford to there nice cars, but there was nothing similar between them. Except there is a gas petal and a brake. I bet you don't really even need a driver for some of the cars today. I look through my phone, I stare at my therapists number. Was I really that badly broken that she gave me her personal cell?

"You see a therapist?" Quinn asks peeking over my shoulder. I quickly whip my head around to look at him. I scowl turning off my phone.

"None of your business." I state, looking at him in disgust. He puts his hands up, surrendering. I scowl at him one last time before looking out the window.

"Hey, it's no big deal." He states leaning in on the table, copying what I was doing. "My sister goes to one." I slowly turn my head around to look at him.

"I don't really care." I say shaking my head back and forth. "I don't need to know your personal business, and I bet your sister doesn't want you going around and telling strangers about her personal life and problems. I know I wouldn't." I look back over to a guy walking out of his BMW.

"Sorry, god." He complains sitting back into his seat again. "So does that mean you won't tell me why you are going there?" I scrunch my eyebrows, looking over to him.

"I am going to let you answer that on your own." I smile sarcastically at him, I roll my eyes back over to the street. We sit there in silence for thirty minutes, moaning, complaining under our breathes. I watch as Quinn reaches of and grabs a candy bar from one of the shelves.

"That's stealing." I state looking at him as he pops the Hershey bar into his mouth. My tongue screams for a bite of that chocolate.

"Want a piece?" He asks waving the candy bar in my face. I look at it, the soft smooth chocolate that can be in my mouth. But I couldn't, it's wrong. 

"No, I can't steal."

"Sure you can, this is America." I smile as he takes another chunk off the chocolate. He waves it around in my face again.

"Quit waving the chocolate in front of me." I order, he quickly takes it away shrugging.

"Your lost." I shake my head. No it's his lost from his pay check. I shake my head turning back over to my phone. "Let's play a game." He suggests. "To burn off time."

"Like what?" I ask taking my earbuds out and shutting off my phone. He gets up and leaves the room, I watch him, as he unlocks his car. He comes back with a water bottle, I watch as he walks back in, grabbing a Gatorade from the refrigerator in the back corner. He hands me the bottle of water.

"Because you don't drink things that as stolen." He smirks as he opens his grape Gatorade. I open the water bottle. "Okay, it's like a drinking game, but we can't have alcohol. When I say the words; 'never have I ever drank', which is a lie, and if you have done it you take a sip from the water bottle. Got it?" I nod my head, replaying the instructions in my mind. 

"I'll go first. Never have I ever went to college." I watch him take a sip of the Gatorade. 

"Only went for a year and a half and then dropped out." I smile turning around to face him, crossing my legs. "Never have I ever dated someone." I scrunch my eyebrows together taking a sip of the water.

"I had a boyfriend in, like, junior high, but I don't really know if they count that as a relationship."

"Does that mean you're a virg-"

"Ah, I never said I didn't have a one night stand." I smile as I relax in my chair. I have never told that to anyone, and some stranger is the first to know. 

"Never have I ever listened to a song." My mouth gapes open, as I sew my eyebrows together.

"What the hell?" I ask taking a sip of water. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don't know, I don't find music that relaxing. I find it to be more stressful." I push my chair back to the wall playfully. 

"Do you live under a rock?" He smirks a little looking down at the Gatorade. 

"Yeah something like that." My smile slowly fades away, and I cough a little, hoping to get the elephant out of the room. I turn back over to the window as a guy walks up to us.

"How can I help you sir?" I ask leaning in.

"Two power ball tickets please." He asks sliding the money through the square I nod. I turn around to see Quinn already up and giving me the tickets.

"Have a nice day sir." I say handing them to him. Completely ignoring me he walks away. "Douche bag." I mumble under my breath, Quinn laughs a little under his breath. This is going to be easier then I thought.