A Hearts Wish Is A Dream

Payback, Subway and Zombies

'347...348...349...350, done!' I declared happily in my head placing the last notebook into the box it originated from. I then closed it up and re sealed it with tape putting a small check mark on the detail paper taped to the side. I hauled the box back onto the pallet and jacked up the pallet lift and rolled it towards the corner of the warehouse. Since it wasn't due to be shipped out until three months from now it didn't need to be in the way of us or the other things that are shipping out much sooner. 'The truck should be here today to pick up that order soon, wonder where..'

"Boo."A voice whispered in my ear. I screeched jumping into the air and twisting about towards the voice. As I landed I realized the voice belonged to none other then Gail. A huge grin sported his face watching my reaction.

"GAIL!"

"I'm sorry, you are just too easy! But hey, you didn't piss yourself and that one eighty in the air was pretty impressive."

"Your such a fucking jerk!"

"Come on it was funny."

"No its not, it's embarrassing Gail! You know I was half asleep, had to pee already really bad and you startled me!" I hissed walking, or stomping away.

"Oh come on, I'm just poking fun.

"You've poked fun all fucking day you insensitive asshole! I could handle a joke here and there. Like two or three but over and over again? No, sorry that's taking it way too far!" I swirled around on him.

"I haven't done it that much." He said softly fidgeting a bit.

"You startled me awake, you got out of the car crawled to my side and threw yourself up onto the glass. You stalked me to the restroom and waited for me. You rigged the computer to pop up a scary picture when I was on it. Not to mention your other failed attempts!" I said counting them all out on my fingers as I went.

"Shit....I have been acting like a dick today. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I thought if I made jokes about last night you would feel better about it happening." He apologized.

"Really? So you decided picking on me over and over again would make me feel better? Gail, your logic is most definitely flawed!" I said turning around again. I took the liberty of sitting down in his chair and getting on the computer. I pulled up YouTube and keyed in a band I know he hates, Bring me the Horizon. "Though, I guess I will forgive you." I said clicking on the music video of Throne.

"Thank you! After the truck shows we can head out to lunch for subway!" He said obviously trying to bribe me as well. Guilt food, I'm sure everyone has received some form of guilt food before. It's a very primal matter, like how a dog likes you even nore if you feed it something it likes. Food is something we all need to live so when you give us food your helping us live and self preservation is very important. Well on a primal level it is, cause we all want to survive to pass on our genes and further our species. It's fun breaking down what we think is human and showing that it's actually just primal instinct pulling the strings from afar. Though not as bluntly of course, it's on a subconscious level. The song was a third of the way in by the time I was done with my random pondering of primal instincts. After it was done playing I played Follow You. The music always reminded me of how I was with my music on. The world could be crashing down around me and I would be unaware too busy rocking out.

The truck came by forcing me to turn off my music. Both men greeted each other, filled out the paperwork. As the guy opened up the door of the back of his truck Gail got onto the lift and started taking them to the truck. A total of six pallets were packed into the back of the truck by the time we were done and off the truck went. The second our door was shut the music was up!

"Your doing this on purpose." Gail shouted over the music.

"Those who say pay backs a bitch hasn't meet me yet." I smiled at him. He rolled his eye and came to the computer. I got out of his chair and got into the car to wait as he did his log sheet. Once he was done he reopened the door. We drove out and I made him get out and close the thing milking his guilt for all it was worth. Once at Subway we ordered six inches. Mine had everything spicy that you could imagine on it. Gail teased saying if he didn't know better he would say I was a fire drake. Once we were done we went back to the warehouse. On he way there Gail asked if I was satisfied yet. Just to fuck with him I pretended to ponder his question for a while before claiming that I was. He sighed in relief sagging in his seat. I couldn't help chuckling at his reaction.

The rest of the day was much better and peaceful. We played music we both liked to listen too and I decided that the warehouse needed to be swept like a hundred times. It was just so dusty in there that it tickled my nose the second I walked in. At first I thought it was just something in the warehouse but by now it should of been shipped out or found. So I busted out the broom and swept. It was hard though, his push broom was so old and the dust and dirt was just so thick. After the third sweep around i went to his white board and put a note reminding him to get a new broom head.

The second I went to open uo the garage door Gail closed it. Which i then reopened and told him that I wanted fresh air. He then made the excuse that he had a headache and the sun was making it worse. I shrugged it off but then realized that he had been acting strange ever since I came back. He seemed more tense in the open now. That morning I caught him looking out the warehouse door, like he was looking for someone he didn't want to be seen by. Then at Subway, he had us sit at the very back of the place and parked at the back of the building. I decided to ask him why he was acting so strange but he brushed it off as nothing. I smelled bullshit but I left it alone at that and continued cleaning.

We left and with me insisting we went to the park. Though, after about ten minutes he pretty much carried me to the car and forced us to leave. I was utterly bewildered at this and pouted the whole way back. I pouted sitting on the couch until he offered to play Zombies with me, Origins to be exact. I mean, I tried not to stop being mad but the killing of the zombies, it's a stress reliever. Though I'm not that stupid not to remember the second I put down the controller but it was just so late. So today I would chalk it up to him just having one of those days. Tomorrow I would have a close eye on him