Chapter 3
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Rylie's P.O.V
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When I finally woke up it was a few minutes past ten. I didn't feel like getting up so I pulled my blanket back up to my neck. I remembered the day before, more specifically Ashton. I lunged for my phone, to check and see if Ashton had texted me back, he hadn't. I set my phone down again and stared at the ceiling. Even though I'd only met Ashton last night, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Though I didn't care to admit it he had managed to find a way into my dreams too. It was strange, I don't think I've ever let myself fall this completely head-over-heels before. But I couldn't say I was in love, it was more lust.
I came to my senses when I heard my stomach growl, I truly didn't want to get out of bed, but I wanted food. I practically fell out of my bed. I stood up and stretched before grabbing my brush and pulling my hair back into a ponytail. I sleepily walked down the stairs into the kitchen. My dad was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. My mom was sat next to him reading the latest edition of US Weekly. Both of my parents looked up and greeted me.
"Morning!" I replied.
My mom set down her magazine, "Would you like some toast sweetie?".
Toast didn't sound appetizing so I figured if eat at the diner before my shift started, they always had me work the lunch rush. "No, thank you. I'll just grab something before my shift", I commented.
My mom shrugged, "Suit yourself."
I poured myself a glass of milk and pulled the Hershey's syrup from the fridge. I stirred it in with my milk and propped myself up onto the counter, my parents didn't mind. I quickly drank the milk and went back to my room to change for work. When I first got my work uniform, last year, I thought it was the work possible choice, but I'd since grown to like it.
It was a pink blouse with red stitching, and a black skirt. I also had an apron that was a darker shade if pink. I changed into my uniform and pulled my ponytail into a tighter, higher, ponytail. I did my makeup like I usually did: peach colored eyeshadow, subtle winged eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss. I slid my shoes on, tied them tightly, and grabbed my purse. My shift didn't start for another hour or so, but I was planning on grabbing something to eat first. I said my goodbyes to my mom and dad and ran out the door.
My car was an old, beat up, Cadillac that was rusting around the rims. It wasn't much but it got my to and from where I needed to be. I climbed in and threw my purse in the passenger seat. I turned the key, waiting for the engine to start, and buckled in. The diner was only a few blocks away but it looked like it might rain and I didn't want to take any chances.
Once I was parked I grabbed my purse and headed inside.
The diner I worked at was the kind of diner that was desperately clinging on to the sixties. We served the classic burgers, fries, and milkshakes. All the staff has to dress like we were straight out of Grease, and the place itself was decorated to fit the theme. It was a really nice place to work though. Every once in a while we'd have a dancing night where half the town would flood in for the jukebox and some good old-fashioned dancing, I must admit I enjoyed it too.
Anyways as I walked in I was a bit surprised to see a caramel haired boy stuffing his face at one of the booths. He set down his fork and waved at me. Without hesitation I walked over and sat across from him.
"I'm digging the outfit", was the first thing he said.
I laughed, "Thanks, it kinda comes with the job".
He smiled, "I didn't know you worked here".
"There's still a lot you don't know about me", I winked. I'm usually not flirty so this was not typical for me.
He grinned, "You hungry?"
I nodded, "Starving".
He offered me some of his food, "You guys have gigantic servings here".
I laughed, "I can't deny that".
I gladly shared his pancakes with him and we talked some more.
He pulled out his phone and laughed, "Really?"
I knew he was talking about my text from the night before and I tried to suppress my smirk.
He smiled, "We don't all talk like that you know".
I giggled, "Would you fancy some shrimp on the-"
He cut me off laughing, "Don't even finish that sentence!"
I smirked as my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my apron pocket to check it, it was a text from Ashton. The text read, "G'day".
I rolled my eyes as he giggled, "You really are something else Ashton Irwin".
"I know", he winked.
It was almost time for my shift to start but I didn't want to stop talking to him. We talked for a few more minutes before I pointed out that I had to get to work soon.
"What time do you finish?" He asked.
"It depends I guess. Usually around 6:00", I answered.
He thought about my answer for a moment, "Would it be alright if I picked you up around six then?".
I smiled, "Picked me up huh? That sounds great".
"Unless you'd rather drive your sports car", he joked.
I nudged him, "I happen to love my car very much."
"I'll bet you do"
"Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you at six Ashton", I said.
"See you at six Rylie, but I'll be here at 5:59"
He laughed again before heading out the door waving. I went to go pick up the check from his table. All I could think about was how excited I was for 6:00.
