Echo *:*Team Crafted FF*:* [Slow Updates]

Echo *:* Team Crafted FF *:*

Chapter two: "Ty and Friends."

She never had "a life", she's always been alone.

Echo's P.O.V.

I walked down the stairs, leading to the restaurant. I usually cook the food and Ty servers it, or vise versa. Today, I don't feel like serving, so I guess I'll cook.

Incase you haven't figured out, I have an older brother: Ty. But society knows him as DeadloxMC. One of the members of the infamous Team Crafted. He moved out of the house, to take care of me, but they usually visit him. Strangely enough, they all seem to hate me: for reasons unknown to me.

I grab an apron, and was about to tie it around my waist and neck, but someone stopped me.

"I'm cookin today." His voice was still a bit groggy, making it obvious that he woke up a few moments ago. His long dark brown hair was dripping a bit, like he just exited the shower. He wore a plain black tee-shirt and dark blue jeans. He didn't bother wearing any fancy shoes, seeing as he wasn't gonna serve: just a pair of slippers.

"How come? You cooked yesterday, and the day before." I said, tilting my head and handing him the apron. He chuckled.

"I'm going away for a week," he tied the apron around his neck and waist. "To Boston." I tilted my head once more.

"Gram passed away last week, and She left some stuff in the will for us, so I'm going to pick it up." I nodded, motioning for him to continue. "And, team crafted is going to help you look after the shop." I froze in my spot, "W-why?"

"Don't question my decision, Echo. I'm just looking out for you." He sighed, running a hand through his hair before putting on a hair net. I shrugged, putting on a fake smile.

I stood on my tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, "Thanks, big bro." He smiled and messed up my hair a bit, "No problem, little sis."

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I had never felt more exhausted, oh...actually I have...Well, anyways. I just have three more customers to serve, then we can close the shop. "Hello, welcome to Okie's Junior Dinner. My name is Echo, I'll be your waitress for today. What can I get'cha?" I flipped open my note pad, and placed the pen tip on the paper.

The man spoke first, "Um, yes can we please get the Beef-Supreme." I scribbled it down, "What sauce would you like with that?" "Honey mustard and barbecue."

"Is that all?" They all chorus a Yes. I take it to Ty. And sit down, on the floor. "Tell them that it'll take fifteen minutes. And ask if they want it to go." I nod, and exit the kitchen.

"Hey, folks. Your meal should be ready in fifteen to twenty minutes. Oh and would you like that to go?" The woman nodded. I leave to Ty, "To go, bro."

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Ty and me had finally closed the resturant. We put up a sign, saying that'd we'd closed for the week. Ty had already packed his bags, and was currently waiting out on the curb. I stood beside him, as much as I wouldn't want to be alone with his friends...I'll do it just for him.

A black Honda accord pulled up, beside out restaurant. Out came, yep you guessed it, the members of team crafted. Hooray! Note the sarcasm.

I watched as they took out their bags, and set them inside of the restaurant. I fled to my room, seeing as they wouldn't let me go there later. I locked the door, and gasped for air.

Ty...you just HAD to leave me with your psycho friends, didn't you?!