My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 3 - Finding new job

Ok I'm sorry this is really boring one. No action, nothing. I needed to write this to fill some gap in my head between some parts. I love you anyway ❤️. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I was waiting for Luke to leave the house. He was guarding me like a dog, not letting me alone even for a few seconds. I was grateful that I could be with him, don't get me wrong, but I wanted to call Oliver.

I missed my boyfriend so much. I missed his laughter, his voice. And I knew that his aggressive side was only because of me. I was doing things wrong, I burnt that food, I didn't properly wash the dishes, I used the bathroom without his permission.

Luke hid my phone the first day he dragged me to his house, refusing to give it back. I felt a bit like a prisoner.

On the other hand I knew he had his reasons why he was doing this to me. I knew he was my best friend and he knew what was best for me. So I trust him. Even though without him I would return to Oliver right away.

"Luke?" I shouted his name.

Within few seconds he came to my room, his clothes dirty from cooking.

"Yes?" He asked curiously.

"I don't want to complain or anything... but I'm super bored here. I want to do something, anything. Let me help you."

"You can cook, if you want," he replied.

I knew he's still suspicious about my returning to Oliver. But I had to try earn his trust again. Maybe, just maybe, he would let me visit him again.

"That's sweet, really. I was just thinking about finding new house for me."

He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You think I'm that stupid? You're not going back to Oliver. You have to snap out of this state you're in."

I felt bit hurt after his words, but picture of me being in this house few more hours was killing me.

"Please. At least let me pay you rent."

"From what? You don't have even a dollar. Jonathan stop thinking and enjoy your staying here."

"But I'm dying here. I need to do something. Look I know that you have your reasons why you won't let me go back to Oliver, and even though I would love to go back so much I'm willing to listen to you, because you're my best friend. But I can't just do nothing at all. That would be like the same at Oliver's house. I want to go out, meet new people and stuff like that."

"I'm not letting you alone, but you're right that this is not comfortable being locked up in the house. We can look for your new job. Would that make you happy?"

If that means you will trust me again, then yes.

"That would be amazing. Where can we start? Do you have somebody who's looking for employee?"

"Calm your tits, cowboy. I need to finish dinner first. Come and help me."

I giggled, and with a new energy flowing through my veins I followed him to the kitchen. The idea of me being free again was refreshing.

Man how long was it? A half a year that Oliver didn't let me out. Can I speak to new people? How can I start the conversation? I feel like I'm in the school again.

"Cut these carrots. Over there is pease and corn. Mix it and throw it into the pan."

I started to do what he asked me for. He had tv turned on, so we weren't in complete silence, but then it stroked me.

I haven't seen him for half a year. I didn't even asked him how was his life and this stuff. I'm terrible best friend.

"So Luke... what were you doing this whole time? Are you still working for your father? And what about my sister? And my parents?"

And it was at that time I felt urge to know everything. I felt like I was being kept away for a eternity. I missed Luke, my parents, my family, my old friends, my old job and flat.

"Woah, I think I forgot already. What was the first question?" He teased me with laughter.

"You still intend not to talk with your parents?" He asked me and I sighed.

"What am I suppose to do? Admit that they were right about Oliver? They casted me out, remember? I have still some self respect, thank you very much."

"Yeah, sorry. So for the first question, something about your family. What I know from your sister's talk. Your parents are doing ok, as before. Nothing much changed. And your sister is dating some army guy."

I slowly nodded and continued my work.

"Have you been thinking what job you wanna try?" He said and I turned myself to him again.

"I dunno. You have something in mind?" I replied with unhidden interest.

"Well... kind of. My acquaintance was working there. But I'm not sure if it's for you."

He caught my interest. I wanted to know more about this job and about his friends.

"What job?"

"Forget about it. I changed my mind. I'm not letting you do that."

I frowned after his words.

"Say it," I demanded still calm, even though I was dying to know inside.

"Gimme that vegetables. Ok it's nightclub. But don't freak out, I can call that friend of my and try to tell him that you can do only like a waitress or something. "

Is it like strip club? Or a bit more? Could I do it? I'm definitely not against it. But I don't have a figure for it. I don't have muscles, nor handsome face. How is the feeling being watched stripping? Or lap dancing.

"The point is that salary is really high."

"Do you work there?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"Me? What? No! If you remember my friend Byron. He moved to Europe two month ago, but he always talked about this job in the best way. I could have little chat with him to know more."

"Thank you," I whispered gratefully.

"Yeah, yeah. Ok, now help me cook. If you're going to be this great at that club as you're here helping me, then they're going to bankrupt for sure."