Road Trip

1. Mcdonalds surprise

"Two happy meals and a Big Mac," the large woman barked as her kids ran circles around her screaming. God I hate my job. I know what you must be thinking, why would a 23 year old girl be working at mcdonalds. But let me stop you there. I'm not just working at mcdonalds I'm also working at Models and at the library. Not only that but I am taking care of my four younger siblings, all of them are the biggest pains in my ass because the amount of sass they gave me made me want to strangle them. But they were my siblings and our parents were out of the picture so I was their guardian. I haven't gotten more than ten hours of sleep in a week for almost two years. But what can you do. I had to take care of my family and that's what I would do.

It had just been a normal day of hell at work when my life was changed forever. I was almost at the end of my shift that was as usual full of abusive overweight people who thought I was a stupid dropout who wasn't worth the shit on the bottom of their shoes. I was just starting to wrap up my last orders when the most beautiful man I've ever seen walked into mcdonalds. His blond hair was gelled back and he had a strong jaw, topping it all off were brilliant ice blue eyes. It took me a moment to realize who he was but when I did I couldn't help but gasp. He was so much hotter in person, his face almost glowed.

When his eyes met mine his beautiful face turned into a smirk at my reaction. That was when I heard the screams of excited girls that were no doubt chasing him.

"Help," he begged his eyes filled with panic. Even his voice was hot. I ushered him into the back and sent Natasha to the front, because she was gaping at him, and told her not to tell anyone he was here. Then I turned to him and pulled off the stupid cap they make us wear just to degrade us further.

"Holy shit, you're Austin Butler aren't you. What the fuck are you doing at a Mcdonalds in the middle of nowhere," I spout.

He smirked again and rushed his hand through his hair. "Well you see we stopped here to pick up some food. And then I had to go to the bathroom and while I was waiting to go a bunch of girls saw me and started chasing me and of course they multiplied and then I ended up here. And I still have to go to the bathroom."

"You're welcome by the way. And I can't believe you had to stop at mcdonalds." I grumble.

"Bathroom?" He persists.

"Over there," I roll my eyes pointing towards the door in the back for the employee bathroom. He spins around and runs into the bathroom. Kind of rude, but still so fucking hot I can't help but check him out. While he's in the bathroom I take off my apron, visor, and shirt so I'm in my regular clothes, a pair of black jeans with a grey t-shirt.

When he comes out he goes on his phone and mutters to himself, "fuck."

"What's wrong," I ask as I continue to check out of work.

"They left without me cuz I can't get out of here without starting a mob. You'll have to take me, and try not to jump my bones as soon as we're alone," he smirked.

"What the fuck! First of all we are alone and do you see me trying to 'jump your bones.' And two there's no way I'm helping you!" I almost shout, crossing my arms. How can he be such an asshole! An arrogant sexy asshole. Fuck.

"You have to. Otherwise I'm stuck here," he whined.

"No I don't. Anyway I can't, some people actually work to earn a living," I scoffed.

"I work!" He protested.

"It's not the same. You can stop whenever you want. I work all day just to pay the bills."

"Excuse me, my entire life is work, even the social part. Making friends in my world is my job."

"Poor you, you get paid an outrageous amount for doing things you love," I mocked him pouting my face for dramatics.

"How do you know I love it?" He asked stubbornly.

"Don't even start," I retort.

"Just get me out of here. I'll pay you, you won't have to work," he pleaded.

"First of all, if I don't show up to work, they fire me. I'm sure you don't understand. And second of all I have a family I have to take care of," I insisted.

"We can take your kids-"

"Excuse me!" I interrupted, "Even if I did have a teen pregnancy I would have had my youngest sibling at 11 years old and the oldest at 6! Do you really think I'm that much of a fuck up!" I almost scream, accentuating sibling.

"I mean you're working at Mcdonalds," he shrugged.

"Fuck off. Get someone else to drive you." I grabbed my bag and tried to brush past him to the exit but he grabbed me before I could get past him. His hand on my arm was sending shivers through my body but I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts.

"Come on," he whined twisting his face so he was looking at me with wide eyes and pouting like the stupid dog he is, "I'll pay you."

"How much?" I ask, starting to see how this could be beneficial.

"one grand a day."

I gasped, "I'll be taking you places for more than one day!" Trying to focus on the annoying part of his offer and not the appeal of the money. 

"Yeah, I was on vacation and I lost my chauffeur and now I'm stuck here. So you gotta take me on my vacation." He explained casually.

"Are you fucking kidding me! How long am I gonna have to tote you around. I have a life I have to take care of people. I have friends," I added as an afterthought.

He chuckled, "yes but isn't it worth spending a week with the Austin Butler. Plus at least seven thousand bucks."

I stood there for a minute contemplating. "I have to talk to my siblings."

"Okay fine, just get me out of here."

I gave him my McDonalds cap to wear in the parking lot and he looked at it disdainfully but I just shrugged saying "it's your only option," and he agreed to put it on. I led him through the parking lot to my clunky banged up blue pick up truck.

"Are you kidding me? This car looks older than me!" He snorted when he realized which car we were getting into.

"Fuck off and get in the car, I'm doing you a favor," I growled at him. How could he be such an ass! When we get in the car I hook up my phone to the aux cord, a huge part of why I chose this car, and play my favorites playlist. The first song to play is CRZY by Kehlani feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie and I hum along, too uncomfortable to sing like I would normally.

"Solid music taste," he sounds amazed. I just snort starting up the car and releasing the clutch. That's another reason I love my car, it's a stick.

I pull out onto the highway and drive home ignoring all of his attempts to make conversation. After a while he gave up, but when we turned down my street he asked, "What's your name?"

"Jo," I answer.

He snorts, "That's a boy's name."

"Fuck off, and it's short for Josephine."

"Alright Josephine."

"Don't call me that."

"Okay.....Josephine."

"Okay Butler."