I look around the diner and sigh, the only form of life here is an unconscious Rick. Everybody else leaves at 15:30 on Sunday's, so I have to take control of the entire diner, I'm just grateful that like today, it's never too busy.
I make some coffee and take out some ice from the freezer and wrap it up in cloth. I place both items in front of Rick and just wait for him to wake up, not really caring if that never happens.
I get a black tray from the shelf and stack all of the used cups from the hidden booth, carrying them to the dishwasher. After I sweep and mop the floors, I wipe down each table and dust the lights. I ended up cleaning for hours, putting off both the thought of waking Rick and Zayn's previous words.
I tidy all of the cleaning equipment away, and the clocks chimes, indicating that it's 19:00. Time to awaken the beast.
I walk towards Rick and move the ice cold coffee from in front of him. I shake him gently awake, but he continues to mumble random words.
"Rick, Rick. Rick wake up." I now forcefully shove him, but he just ends up shooing me away and tucking himself in the booth.
"Alright then. Night." I shrug, turning the lights off and locking the door on my way out.
I walk home again with no hassle, and open the door that Rick -once again- forgot to lock.
He's lucky we live in a shithole, otherwise we would constantly get robbed.
The water calms me as I step into the shower, I raise the temperature and let it scold my back. I carry out my necessities and then turn off the tap for the shower, brush my teeth and let my hair air dry for tomorrow; my outfit already set out like it is every Sunday night and all I have left to do is pack my bag.
Once everything is ready for Monday, I slip in bed; slowly falling asleep. Thinking about a certain raven haired boy.
...
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Turn that shit off!" I hurriedly slam my palm against the timer, stoping the sound from carrying on.
Just great. Now he's in a bad mood. Wait, how did he even get home last night? Probably Bertha..
I brush my teeth as I wait for the shower water to turn hot. Once the water is at a reasonable temperature, I step in, then wash and shave. As I turn the knob off I reach for a towel, wrapping it around my body.
I put on my underwear, then a white collared shirt, and a black jumper over the top. I decide on not putting on my tights, as the weather doesn't look too bad today; so instead just slide on my high waisted skirt. I put my tights back into my draws, and pick out some black socks instead, putting them on then sliding on my black plimsoles.
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I rush downstairs with my bag and hurry to make Ricks breakfast, irritated that out of all the days he's not sleeping in his own vomit is today.
I take out some bacon and crack two eggs, putting the bacon in a frying pan and waiting a couple minutes to put in the bread and eggs. I butter the toast after two minutes and take out the bacon and eggs, placing them on a tray with a glass of water.
I rush upstairs with the tray and leave it outside of his room, quickly knocking on the door to let him know that it's there.
As soon as I hear his footsteps walk towards the door, I head downstairs and grab a granola bar to eat on my way. I pick up my bag and walk out of the door, leaving it unlocked.
The journey to school is in the same direction as my one to work, except it is cut short about 15 minutes, so it only takes me a half hour to get there at worst. When the open metal gates are displayed in front of me, I let out a sigh of annoyance and carry on; walking to my form room.
"Hey babe." An arm is slung around me and I instantly smile.
Now I may be treated like shit at home, but there is one person that always understands me. James. We have been dating for about three years now and before that we were best friends, I love him with everything I have.
"Hey, how are you?" He tugs my body closer to his own and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I'm good now, I missed you this weekend. How was work?"
"Well.."
My boss slapped me in front of some customers, one of which made me sit on his lap. I also spent an hour talking to them, still, on a guys lap and now two of them have practically 'claimed' me and have basically set a countdown on me.
"Alright." I go with the short version.
"Good, so, tonight. You, me; I want to take you out to London, then we can spend all day together Tuesday?" He kisses my nose.
"Jay, we have school tomorrow, you know I can't skip." I look up at him.
"C'mon baby, just one day, you have never missed a day in your life." He reasons and I crumble a little.
"Umm..I don't know. Ri- my dad will kill me." I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, annoyed that he doesn't understand the truth behind my words. But it's not his fault.
"Pleaseee, pretty please baby. It's our special day!" I look at him confused.
"Spec- our anniversary! How could I forget, oh gosh I'm so sorry, wait- damn I didn't get you anything. I'm so sorry!" I ramble on, guilt welling up inside of me per second.
"Haha, look, I'll forgive you-"I breath a sigh of relief, "-if you come tonight, and skip tomorrow." I sigh but hesitantly nod along.
"Yes! Thank you baby, you won't regret i-"
"Miss. Isabella Harris, please may you come to the office now." The speaker calls, making a squeaking noise as it is turned off.
"I'll see you period one, okay. I love you." Jay leaves a kiss on my lips, I turn to the door but twist my body to him as I'm walking out.
"I love you too."
He sends me a smile and I'm on my way to the office. They probably just want some help filing papers, I'm always their culprit, as anything with extra credit in I'm up for.
"Hi, Mrs. Moore, what can I he-" I stop myself as I lift up my head.
