half of my heart // hs ON HOLD

nine

641 Days Before

Fire tips mixed with the buzz of uncomfortable flavoring yet very satisfying alcohol and cigarettes that basically decorated not only my life but this bar as I stared into icy blue eyes that resembles the snowy atmosphere that encountered happiness.

"Don't work her too hard Sheeran, she has a tendency to do whatever the fuck she admires." I stared into the words of yellow sweatered Ashley.

I found this amount of bodies unbearable as classy people barely even walked, more like stood still for thirty fucking years while people tried to maneuver around, I mean that's rude, but I know I do that as well- but as I flipped Ashley off for insulting me in front of the fire tipped boy with happiness tear dropped eyes, she just shrugged.

"Can't pay rent with twix bars and beer next month Ronnie," her sarcastic sense of not exactly humor never ceased to make me smile slightly at her never ending happiness.

Sure, I hate everyone who posses the urge to smile every second of the day but she truly has this glint in her eyes that just shine like the constellations on a lucky night on the roof- and I admired that.

"Are you trying to get me a job or fire me from the only opportunity to get a job and lose my third friend in this place?" I found my eyes tearing away from Ed's burning hair for a second to sure at my new uniform, it was lightly scrappy and even though I always have the fucking urge to throw my body into mid air in attempting to lose an item of clothing per day until I'm stripped of pride- this outfit was outrageous.

Yellow sweatered Ashley smirked at my aching soulless expression as her eyebrows raised enough to make me pissed off as she knew how infuriated I was with the idea of putting this womanizing sexist outfit that is basically just like holding up a sign saying Hey I Have Boobs And A Vagina So Have Sex With Me- on my body.

"Have fun getting that on her." Was the last piece of advice the girl with purple roots and auburn slash brown slash red underneath hair said before she winked into my eyes, her body evaporated in seconds.

"Rhodes is a horny asshole," Ed simply states, not affected by my refusal to enjoy this outfit in any sort of fashionable sense that I never had, "but a rich horny asshole."

"So if I don't wear pants, I could upgrade to manager?"

"The more ass the more money, but don't go stealing my job." Ed smiled gently.

My eyes traveled up the brick clubbed stairs that held the layer of my "boss" for the next few months, maybe more, maybe even a day if I have to be caught in wearing this outfit every day.

"That's so sexist." I complained for the third time, Ed just agreed and told me three very specific and helpful rules and tips to keeping my distance from Rhodes at all times, his sense of predatory and his undying want to have sex was quite noticeable and the longer he was divorced, the tighter his employees outfits became.

A faintly simple girl who seemed almost too simple with casual glass grey eyes that showed no shine in them with tree thick leather like layers of eyeliner coated her imperfect pale skin as too many times dyed blonde hair was quilted around her thick bra'd boobs- introduced herself as Candy, and I almost wanted to ask her if she were a fictional character and as I watched her coated lips open to reveal hot pink bubble gum and shiny white teeth, a chuckle erupting in her tiny- yet perfect for sucking dick- mouth, I realized I actually had asked her that.

She didn't flush though, proving me yes, she was not real and no, I was not hallucinating on the possible thought that she was most likely the one that sat shotgun next to Barbie in her pink jeep.