When We Met

Nineteen

|Donovan|

"You what?!" Maddie screams at the top of her freaking lungs, and I believe that they heard it in Antarctica as well. Or at least the penguins did.

"Jeez, Madeline. Have a control over your volume, for Christ's sake. You don't wanna give a heart attack to all those out there." I reason, pointing at the full restaurant.

"Fuck the control. Fuck all those people. And fuck you! How could you make out with Mr. Hot Pants twice and not tell me anything about it?!"

I bring my fingers to my temples and slowly massage them. Maybe the action will let this moron know that HER PITCH TOUCHES THE SKY.

"I hate you!" She whines, almost startling me.

Nope. No effect. Everything in vain.

"Surprisingly, the feeling is mutual. Now, shut up and let the world eat dinner in peace." Trust me, scolding her like a kid does no good to anyone.

I adjust my whore-y blouse and try to treat that night as just another moment with Dylan Martin. I wish it would be as easy as writing it on a paper.

Actually, I wouldn't be able to write it down as well. Say it, I'm hopeless.

"Alright. But I want all the deets." She points a perfectly manicured finger at me and I look at it wearily. The red nails look like highly polished swords painted with someone's blood. No wonder she walks around the streets, wearing minimal clothes, and gets back home without as much as a scratch. The girl repels wrong doers like a magnet.

"And you'll have them, don't worry. Has it ever happened that you don't get informed about my private life?"

"Not yet. You're lucky." She winks at me, picks up the tray from the counter and walks out of the cuisinart.

I roll my eyes at her retreating figure, still not believing that I made best friends with a moron like her. Maybe she does have a bright side she refuses to surface. And maybe that's the only hope that pushes me to not rant at her like a mad woman.

I shrug tiringly and carry the other tray to the lounge, hoping that Maddie wouldn't make a big deal out of this insane news.

But how can I hope for such a thing when I, myself, can't stop dreaming about that night again and again?

***

After the end of our shift, I turn the 'closed' sign over the door and slide down against it. Kicking off the disastrous heels, I close my eyes and give out a sigh of relief.

Other waitresses and waiters take their leave out of the back door without giving me as much as a side glance. Yes, this is what our boss does to us. He drains out all of our energies, just like you suck juice from a glass using a very long straw.

Maddie appears out of nowhere and drags one of the chairs. She sits on it and gapes at me. I raise an eyebrow in question.

"Are you planning to have a sleepover at this filthy restaurant?" She asks, giving me a very funny look. I would've laughed had I not been paralysed due to my tiring schedule.

"Give me a piggyback ride please?" I mutter.

"You want me to call your boyfriend, sweetie?" She teases and I glare at her.

"I don't have one, if you've failed to notice..."

"Oh? Aren't you both going out as a couple yet?"

"Nope. What makes you ask that?"

"Well, your romantic history speaks otherwise. Tell me, do you not want him to ask you out?"