Time Really Shows (Phora)ON HOLD

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Mia POV

Monday..mornings, gosh how I hated them at times. I quickly got out of bed shutting the alarm off. I changed into my work clothes and rushed downstairs for a bowl of cereal.

"You know you should eat at least something healthier than Cocoa Puffs." My mom said disapproving. I smiled, she always had something to say. Everything I did was never good enough, but I learned that's the person she is and I couldn't change it, so I ignored her comments.

"I'm heading to work I'll see you in a bit." I say kissing her cheek and rushing into my car.

I breath in, this is going to be another long day. I just felt it, and I really didn't feel like I was heading nowhere, but who was I to complain? There were people who had it way worse than I did, yet they would always seem to smile.

I turned on the radio, "And everybody changes, but I just couldn't change this
Shame on you for changing, and shame on me for staying...staying so complacent, wish I could go back to the days when
I wasn't so impatient, but I guess everybody changes
I miss the way it was when it was me and you. But who knows it probably just wasn't the right time." I looked up and smiled.

He made it. He actually made it. I knew he would.

His talent was rare. He knew how to be expressively open through lyrics. He gave others motivates and truthfulness behind every song.

Phora wasn't just like any ordinary artist he was different.

I pulled into the parking lots, and went inside getting ready to start any normal day at work.

I plastered a fake smile on my face and began to serve orders. I was a waitress nothing new, I needed to make a living to help my mom out. She worked night shifts at hospitals, something compromising, instead of me. I wished I had time for school, but I just couldn't let mom deal with all the bills, since it was only the two of us now.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by a group of guys coming in a bit loudly. They took a booth and I gather up some menus to take to them.

"Hi I'm Mia I'll be your waitress for today, what kind of drinks can I get you started with?" I had already handed them there menu. I waited for them to tell me so I can write it down. My vision was down ready to begin writing what they wanted for drinks.

"Mia?" I looked up at the familiar voice. Those blue eyes that I was so used to seeing, but have disappear more than a while. His friends stayed quiet looking at both of us weirdly. I didn't know what to say, I just couldn't believe I had him in front of me.

"How are you?" He attempted again to actually carrying on a conversation.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm good, so what kind of drinks would you like?" I couldn't speak to him. He was famous and look where I ended up.

"Just give us 4 cokes." He answered. I nodded walking away.

"What's with you, it's like you seen a ghost?" Maria the other waitress said jokingly.

"N-no it's nothing." I started serving the drinks. I walked back placing each drink down and when I placed the last one which was his, are eyes met again. He was serious trying to figure me out. I didn't mean to greet him so coldly, but I didn't want to conversate either.

They all ordered their food and about more than fifteen through twenty minutes I had brought it to them.

I felt myself tense up greeting other tables, his eyes followed me. I didn't know what he wanted with me? Why did he keep starring?

I was behind the counter and he came up.
Our eyes meeting once again. "It's going to be $45.50" I said. He nodded coolly. He handed me the money. I took it giving him his change.

"Thanks." Was all he said before leaving. We treated each other like strangers. Well Marco was a stranger to me, but for his audience he was Phora.

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After worked I closed up and walked towards my car. "Hey" was all I heard and I turned to face him again. Running into him twice a day, not what I expected.

"Hey" I said uneasily.

"So we're gonna act like we don't know each other now?" He questioned.

"Well that's what we are...we are strangers Marco. I mean Phora." I felt strange calling him that, something I had to get used to I guess.

He smirked, "So you're gonna be wanna those people?"

"I'm still me."

"I'm the one that's changing right? It's always been me? Because I wanted a different life and I wanted to be known for something I'm good at." He spit out.

"You're always thinking about yourself. And look where it got you. What do you want from me? A congratz or a way to go! Who am I to praise you? Aren't you lucky enough?" I still had anger inside me. He was the one that was different not me. "You got famous, and I'm a nobody..." I licked my lips noticing how dry they became.

"You of all people knew how much this dream is meant for me. And now that I have it you criticize?!" His composure change he became more tense. "And to think I thought you knew me. You're jealous I could see it, you're still trying to make it and wish you were at my standard."

I couldn't believe those words left out of his mouth. I bit my bottom lip, he was unbelievable.

"Fuck you." I felt a tear slid down my cheek. "I would never be jealous of you! I wouldn't want to be where you are at cocky asshole!" I said hurrying into my car.

I sped off.

Tears slowly slipped out, I was stupid for crying, but it was so hard to hold it in. How could he ever think that I would be jealous of him? I never envied anyone. He knew that, I thought he did I thought he knew me.

I missed Marco, not this Phora character.