Good Luck Charlie (Or is it Teddy?)

Chapter thirty three

Beau:POV

It's been about a week since I last saw Teddy, and we have date planned in a few weeks at Steak N' Shake, which I have been saving up it for all week that way I can pay for her meal too, and maybe get her a milkshake also.

I put my jacket on, and bid my mother goodbye as I walk out to go to my job as a custodian at Wendy's. I walk for thirty minutes, until I finally arrive. I walk in through the entrance, and my co-workers greet me with a smile as I walk inside. I walk over to the supplies closet, and grab the broom and dustpan, and walk over to a table where a little girl dropped her food.

Hours go by, and it's time for my lunch break. I'm so thankful that I get to have one free meal since I work here. I order a burger and fries, and sit down at a empty table, and one of my co-workers, sit at the chair opposite to me.

"Hey Beau." He says cheerfully, and give him a small nod.

"Hey Josh." I say, and take a sip out of my soda. "It's nice to see you back from Hawaii. How are you and your new wife?" I ask, and he frowns.

"She called the wedding off." Josh sighs.

"I'm sorry, that's awful." I say, and I mean it. Who calls a wedding off on someone as nice as Josh?

"Anyway, how are you doing?" He asks me, and takes a bite out out of one of his chicken nuggets.

"I'm doing good. I actually have a date tomorrow." I say, and he gives me a small smile.

"Awesome! What is she like?" He asks, and I smile at the thought of Teddy.

"Well I don't know much about her yet but, she has blonde hair, and brown eyes. " I say, and he narrows his eyes at me. "Is something wrong?" I ask, and he breaks out from his trance.

"Not at all." Josh smirks, and throws away the rest of his food.

Bob:POV

Today I start my job as a exterminator for one of my old competitors, Eddies Exterminators. I am all set to get out of the hotel that we've been staying. "Goodbye, honey." I say to Amy, and I walk out the door. We have been borrowing Teddy's car all week, and I feel really bad about it. I just really hope that we can land on our feet soon.

Ten minutes later I'm parking at the parking lot at my new job. I get out of the car, and into the building. I'm supposed to look for the manager Eddie... " 'ello Bob." Eddie says, and I cringe at his Australian accent, which I am 75% sure is fake.

"Hello, Mr. Woot." I say with fake smile, as I shake his tanned hand.

"We actually already have a client for you to go to. A mice infestation, do you think you can handle it?" He asks, and I give him a smirk.

"In my sleep."

"Alrighty then, you take one of the company cars, and head out. Here's the address." Eddie says, and hands me a scrap of paper. "And, if you manage to finish the job in under an hour, you can keep the company car." He says, and a smirk spreads across his face. My eyes widen, and I run out to one of the company cars as soon as possible.

I stuff the scrap of paper inside of my pocket, and start driving to the clients house. If I can keep the car, It'll solve the problem of having to borrow Teddy's car! I get to the house in five minutes, and quickly walk out of the house, and to the back of the truck. By the look of this house, it appears that the people who live here are rich. The owner of the house walks out, and he looks oddly familiar.

"Good, you're here." He says bitterly, and I roll my eyes as I continue to take some equipment out of the car. I take the spray tank out of the trunk, and sling it onto my back.

"Yes, Mr..." I trail off, waiting for him to say his last name.

"That will only matter when I write my name on the check." He says, as he leads me inside of the house. I follow him, and peer around every corner, to see any mice scampering around.

"You and anyone else who lives here, need to step outside for a bit. This spray is very toxic, and harmful." I say, and he scoffs. He walks up the stairs to tell his family to come down. He comes back down with what appears to be, his wife, and they both walk outside. She also looks oddly familiar. I shrug the thought off, and get to work.

Thirty minutes later, and I've finished the entire house. "Looks like someone's getting their own car." I say smugly to myself, as I walk out of the house. The man groans at the sight if me.

"About time you're done." He says, and I fight the urge to give him a snarky remark. "How much will it be?" He asks, taking a checkbook out from his back pocket.

"A hundred and twenty." I say, and he rips the check out from the notebook.

"Here, now leave." He says, and ushers his wife to go back inside. I take the tank off of my back, and put it back in the trunk. I look at the check as I make my way back to the front seat. I notice that the man's last name is Walsh. I know that name, how do I know that name?