years - g.d

one

"Table number 6 is waiting, Casandra!" My boss Jerry shouts while speed walking over to the other awaiting customers. I mentally groan as I leave my phone on the counter and walk out behind the bar to attend table 6.

As I approached the table, I noticed a familiar feature. I felt a wave of happiness and anger pass by me as I had a brief idea who it could be. It can't be surely, however. It's been 7 years since I last seen that beautiful face of his.

The walk towards the table was like I was walking in slow motion. I must have been daydreaming when I heard the familiar voice.

"Cas?"

I rapidly blink my eyes and look down at him. He hasn't changed one bit whatsoever in 7 years. The same freckle on his chin that he used to complain about but I constantly spent reassuring him that it was cute. The same hair that I used to play with when he feel asleep while we watched very bad and boring movies. And we can't forget about his signature smile that is displayed across his face.

"Oh my - Grayson?" I smile at the boy, I can't stay mad at him for all these years. Besides, it's in the past. Over. Done with.

He gets up and hugs me tightly. I return the favor, squeezing the clean life out of him. He must of noticed as he chuckled lightly and pulled away for a breather.

"I've missed you so much, Cas. I'm so sorry for everything I did to hurt you, and although it's been years, it still taunts me to this day that I left such a big part of my life behind.."

"I know, Gray. You hurt me so much, but it was my fault as well for being over dramatic about the whole situation. I'm sorry too." I smile at him wildly.

"Friends again?" He stuck his pinky finger up, and I join mine as he crosses them together.

"Friends." We were in a trance like state until I heard a couple mumbles coming from the table. I turn my head to find the bitch that quite frankly ruined my life. Grayson must have noticed and quickly pulled her up to my height. I must admit, she was very pretty but I was quite, I mean VERY intimidated by her.

"Cas, you've met Kourtney before, remember?" My heat sunk at the thought of the two being together for all these years.

"Yeah - right. Kourtney Castles, from high school." I put the fakest smile on ever as I take in her appearance.

Bleach blonde hair, fake tan, fake eyelashes, fake everything perhaps. I don't know how Grayson has stuck by her for these years.

"Soon to be Dolan." Her high pitched voice echos, while I mentally cried. What has this girl got that I don't.

"Oh, well congrats on your engagement." I dare not to make eye contact with her and rather myself look into the pair of hazel ones.

"Thank you Cas."

"Ok, anyway. What can I get you this evening?" I open my notepad and grab a pen as I get ready to write down what they would like.

"Eh, I'll take the pineapple pizza with fries to the side, and I'll have a glass of your best Zinfandel." I quickly jot down his order as I smile to myself.

"Never changed with your food choice, I see?" A smirk is visible from my lips as reminisce old memories with the kid.

"Not really." He smiles at me. Gosh that smile. 

"And you?" I gave her a straight face as deep down I knew she didn't like me, and that I didn't necessarily like her either.

"Caesar salad with water." Her lips are covered in red lipstick that doesn't suit her. Gosh, she is just so fake.

I leave them and I walk behind the bar to the kitchen to place their orders. I sit back on the stool as I watch them converse and giggle. I wish that was me.

I've got nothing really, besides my sister Rebekah who is never home. She's two years older than me and is one of those druggies. I've tried to get her to go to rehab but she just won't co-operate. Besides, who can blame her? She had a rough childhood with my alcoholic mother who we dare not speak to and my father who, well no one really knows where he is. He left us to defend for ourselves, leaving my mother to take care of us. He was our only source of income, so we had no other choice but to move into my grandmothers home here in Long Valley, New Jersey. That's when I met Grayson in 3rd grade, and we became so close. Well, that was until senior year.

Our fight was stupid in my eyes. I took it too far. I confronted him about how Kourtney was just using him for popularity, but he wasn't taking it. We stopped talking that summer and I guess he moved away for California to pursue his career. He left me behind but I soon got over it. I'm 25 now, with a boyfriend called Jordan and a job at a lousy bar in town. It could be worse I guess.

I sat there browsing through my phone, thinking to myself,

What is he doing here after all these years?