Meeting in the Menu

Prologue

" I need a job" I announced, while we were walking on the cold streets of Belgium.

He turned around, looking at me like something has gotten in his ass.

" What ? You need money ? " he asked shocked.

" No you idiot... I need a job " I answered him irritated.

" But if you start working , you'll get money... so that means you need money " he stated. And this is the "smartest"guy I've ever met.

" Congratulations, genius" answered him with sarcasm.  " But I want to be independent. That means , you'll have to find me a good job "

" I thought you said , you wanted to be independent. Doesn't that mean you'll have to find a job by yourself ?" he asked mocking me .

Well... he is smarter than I thought.

That boy tortures me ... why doesn't he just say " OK ", but he has to be such a drama queen?

" Smartass " I told him rolling my eyes. " Now go and find me a job " and with that I gave him a light punch on his arm.

" Ohh well... there's a Club at the end of this street. You can earn hundreds only for one night and... with that beautiful ass of yours... sweetheart, you're going to make a career"

I rolled my eyes at him again, but stopped and turned my head so I could observed my butt. 

He immediately bursted out laughing.  How will I survive living with the devil ? God help me... please have mercy on me ...

" Ha, ha, ha, really funny " I said sarcastically. Well I guess that happens when you have a cousin like him. Ladies and gentleman, I introduce you this lunatic, boy called Serdi . He is my 17 year old cousin, also the weirdest person in the universe. I mean have you ever met a person commenting on his cousin's butt ??

I don't think so....

But for me , he is more like an older brother, and I love him. Not that I'll ever tell that to him.

Anyway, me , Serdi  and my dad, moved here in Belgium , a month ago. At first it was exciting but now I'm really bored with the same routine. Since we came here , the only thing I've been doing is nothing. I need a change for this summer.

" Are we going to stay longer in front of our house " I heard Serdi say , and only then I understood that we had arrived home. I guess I was so caught up with my thoughts.

I chuckled to t, while we were walking through the garden.

Serdi unlocked the front door and we got inside.

We were alone because my dad was at work and he wouldn't show up till 8 pm and now was 6, so me and Serdi had the house in our hands for two hours.

I walked in the living room and jumped on the couch because I felt really tired.

Serdi had taken the day off today, so he could spend some time with me, but I really wanted to talk about that job thing.

" Pizza ?" he asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah " I shouted in response. I grabbed the remote from the table, and turned on the TV. I immediately went to Netflix, but as I was about to watch "The Notebook", Serdi came into the living room and took the remote from me.

"What the hell man? " I asked annoyed.

"We won't watch 'The Notebook ' " he said firmly.

"What's wrong with'The Notebook' ?" I protested.

"It's a sloppy movie." he answered me. " We are watching " Orange is the new black ".

" You can't be serious " I whined, as a smirk took all over his face.

Leave it to Serdi, to choose a porn movie. Especially this movie, which contains lesbian porn. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a homophobe. .. but it's weird to watch dirty movies.

I remember that time when me, Serdi and my dad went to the cinema to watch "50 Shades Of Grey " . Let me tell you something .... It was embarrassing.

Anyway we started watching those series.

After an hour and a half, we were eating pizza like pigs, while watching the first season of "Orange is the new black".

"What are you doing ? " I asked Serdi, who was putting sugar on his slice of pizza.

"What does it seem like I'm doing ?"

"It seems like you are fucking your pizza. .." I answered him as he chuckled and started eating his pizza with sugar. " eww ... gross." I said filled with disgust.

"It's delicious. "  he said making me want to vomit.

"Sure it is ... and you call yourself a chef . I'll never eat from you again . " I said and then I remembered I had to make him find me a job. " So ... about that job thing. .. " I brought the topic up once again.

" I thought you were joking " he said with disbelief on his face.

" Does it seem like I'm joking ? " I asked with a neutral face.

He exhaled, before he started talking.

"Listen, Jesse ... I have a job and you don't have to get yourself tired. "

" But I am tired! Sitting all day in the house like a couch potatoe... I want to meet new people, have fun, get in trouble and experience new things ! " after I finished my speech, I took a long breath. Maybe I overeacted a bit...

"Hello! Earth to Jess! Do you feel OK?  You are scaring me " he said softly putting a hand on my forhead. " I think you have temperature " yeap ... such a drama queen.

"You are crazy" I said narrowing my eyes at him and swatting his arm away. He stared at me before answering.

" All right ... I understand, I'll ask my boss if we need another waitress" now he became a good boy. He is willing to help me so... wait a minute, did I hear him right ?

"A waitress ?" I asked him and I couldn't hide how afraid I was. A waitress is a normal job, but knowing Serdi's mind,  I felt like there was something going on.

" Yes, a  W  A  I  T  R  E  S  S " he spelled like I was a baby and I couldn't understand. I wanted to kill him.

" I know what that means, you idiot. But I'm scared of what YOU, call a waitress. You are such a pervert and I really don't want to know what you mean by a waitress" I said and he started laughing.

"Ohh, come on... babe, you'll be fine" he assured me, wiggling his eyebrows.

My eyes widened in horror.

I grabbed a pillow from behind me, and started hitting him, while he was laughing like a 5 year old.

Soon we were both fighting each other with pillows as weapons , and we didn't hear my dad arriving home.

"Hey kids ... Ohh pillow fight! " my dad said as he grabbed a pillow and jumped on us.

We let out a "Tarzan" scream and we all fell on the floor. Soon we started laughing again.

"Uncle! I'll find Jesse a job! " Serdi shouted in excitement.

"No way ... I don't want my daughter to be a stripper" my dad said teasing Serdi, and I tried hard to stop myself from giggling.

"What's wrong with all of you thinking I'm such a dirty minded ?" Serdi asked with a pout acting hurt. 

"You are right Serdi. .. you are not a dirty minded person ... you just have a sexy imagination " I told him as we got up from the floor.

" Well babe ... me and my sexy imagination will find you a job" he said smirking.

And as the words fell from his lips, it finally hit me. I'll be independent. I hope Serdi's boss needs a new employer. Serdi works as a chef at a huge hotel and I'd be glad working there.

Now, we only have to get that job.