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[12] The Diner

Delinquent

[12] - The Diner

C h a r l o t t e

"Hello?"
(A/N: it's me.)

"Charlotte? Are you alright? You haven't been at work in almost three weeks." My boss's voice rang through the phone.

"Mrs. Rhonda, I'm so sorry. I've just been going through a lot at the moment. I'll come and work a shift right after school tomorrow." I quickly explained.

"Alright. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" 

"Yeah, a lot actually."  I replied.

Mrs. Rhonda Mae was like my grandmother. She was always there for me when my parents weren't. Which was all the time. I've known her about two years, when I started working at the diner as a waitress. She always asked if I was alright. She told me I could tell about anything I needed too. And I have.

"Ok deary, I'll be here when you get here. Don't do anything stupid, alright?"

"Yes ma'am,"

She hung up the phone.

I sighed, walking over to the calendar on the wall, and marking today with a red X.

two and a half months left.

-

Charlotte's Outfit ^

This looks nice.

I twirled around a bit in the large full length mirror.
But, I felt like there was something missing.

A headband!

I searched in my bag for one.
A white Nike headband caught my eye.
I slid it on over my head.

There.

Now I have to get to school.

-

A lot of people stared at me as I got out of Niall's car.

I guess they weren't expecting me to drive it, without him actually in the car with me.

I took off my sunglasses, and the bright Sacramento sun nearly blinded me.

I'm totally over exaggerating.

I went straight to my locker, keeping my head down.

I hope it isn't going to be like this all day.

-
"Goodbye Mrs. Freeman!" I waved as I left the classroom.

Diner time.

I put my stuff away, and went to Niall's car.

The ride was short, which was great.
After parking the car, I rushed into the rundown diner.

"Charlotte! My baby!" The chubby, short woman squeezed me tightly.

"Hi Mrs. Rhonda," I smiled at her.
I was only a little taller, so I didn't have to look down or up.

"Let's get you into the back," I was suddenly pushed into the back of the building.

I was handed my apron, which I tied on.

"Ok, tell Ma' what's wrong." She said, sitting us both down in her office.

"Where should I start?" I asked.

"The beginning."

And so I did.

-

After I told Mrs. Rhonda everything.
I even told her that I was having these feelings I have never had before.
She told me I was slowly falling into the dark pit we call 'love'.

And you can't get out of that dark pit.

"Charlotte! You've got another table!" Carter, another employee called to me from the register.

"Got it!" I rushed over to the newly filled table, pen in hand.

"Hello, my name is-"

"Charlotte?" A familiar voice inquired.

I looked away from the clipboard.

"Liam?"

"I didn't know you worked here." He started.

There were three other guys in the booth along with Liam.

"Whose the guys?" I asked sweetly.

"Louis," he pointed go a boy with shaggy brown hair.

"Harry," he pointed to a boy with curly brown hair.

"And last but certainly the least, Zayn."he pointed to a boy with dark brown hair styled in a quiff.
The boy playfully punched Liam in the arm.

"Nice to meet you guys, but I'm going to need to take your order."

N o t e

helllllloooooo

so, I didn't know whether or not to include Zayn.
but, I did.

So all of you DIRECTIONERS who love Zayn, *even if he left the band*

thanks for the wonderful comments.
*cough* *cough* ImaginationMover  *cough* *cough*

anywho, how have ya' been loves?

I've had an interesting day, how about you.

a few kids say I'm an illegal immigrant from Ireland.

I can fucking assure you I came from Ireland LEGALLY.

it makes me want to shoot everyone.

(not literally, I can also assure I'm not a murderer, c; )

DONT BE A GHOSTIE!

c o m m e n t
v o t e
f o l l o w
a d d t o r e a d i n g l i s t ( s )

I bloody loves youuuu XX