~~Black is what I see~~
Months have passed and all is well. I have an amazing girlfriend who I've come to love in these short months (I even told her so a few days ago when we went on a romantic outing), great friends who I consider brothers (even if one is a pain in the butt), a good job that pays well (bonus that I get to work with my girlfriend), and I'm on my way of completing my career goals (which I've worked so hard for). In summery of everything said beforehand: Life Is Good! Sure situations here and there, but nothing I can't handle, that's for sure. Even if my parents are ballistic and probably never want to see me again, I can deal with that because I am happy . And that is something I hadn't been in a while. At least not before meeting Zoe that's for sure. I mean, sure the guys made me content but they didn't make me happy. She made me feel things I thought I'd never feel. It was utterly amazing and I loved her even more for that. As I thought (I was smiling like an idiot and I'm pretty sure any stranger walking by might have thought I was in serious need of an asylum) all this, I put the groceries I had just bought in the boot of my car and when finished slammed it shut. I walked to the drivers seat and got in before driving off. While driving I texted Zoe to see if she wanted to come over. After sending the text I put my phone in the cup holder and focused on driving to my place while mumbling the lyrics to 7 Years by Luke Graham. About ten minutes after putting my phone down I hear a Chewbacca roar (my incredible ringtone excuse you) and pick up my phone to check the text that yes she will be coming over and that I better have chocolate chip ice cream at my dorm. I smiled at the sweets obsessed girl and started responding. After responding I looked up just in time to see I'd ran a red light and to hear a very loud honk. My eyes widened when I saw the truck about to hit my car. And then I was flying as the car flipped a few times. And then a was landing upside down. And then everything was black.
Short but effective, I guess.
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The Waitress
Teen FictionBoy needs job. Boy goes to cafe with friends. Boy asks waitress about help wanted sign. Boy gets job and starts working with said waitress. Boy doesn't know what he got himself into.
