Making It (On Hold Indefinitely)

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The week seemed to drag on slowly. Each day grew my nerves. Made me more antsy and anxious to see my man. To hear his voice, feel his hands. His hands were my favorite. He was my favorite.

David came through and just as expected Margie agreed to take my shift. Only if I picked up her night shift on Thursday, meaning I now work a double. It's fine for the most part, the diner is where I find the most peace away from my anxiety. Though it makes it harder for Brooklyn and I to go costume and candy shopping, having waited until the last minute like those people. She manages to find herself a costume. Falling in love with the green and purple fairy costume, especially the big floppy wings that were going to be strapped to her shoulders.

Me on the other hand. Found nothing I liked in the costume shop. Everything was either too slutty or too boring. Never a comfortable in-between. And it's not like I can order a costume offline, Halloween was two days away and I didn't have enough money to pay for the costume and over night shipping.

"I'll just throw something together from my closet." I finally huff at Brooklyn and she looks at me like I said the devil has risen and he was looking for her personally. Sheer and utter horror.

"All you have is sweatpants and hoodies in your closet." She scoffs, filtering through the racks of costumes again.

I shake my head. "No I don't. I'm sure I can find something. It's just we don't have much time. I have to go back to work." I remind her and she huffs, nodding her head.

"Go, and I'll keep looking. I'm sure I'll find you something." She suggests and I narrow my eyes at her. Not believing in the slightest that she'd find me something decent to wear. Feeling my daggers she looks up from the rack. "I'm serious, I'll make sure it's something you'll actually wear. Now go before you're late!" She shoos me off and I huff, nodding my head.

Pulling my hand off the metal rack I turn to leave the store. The sun is warm on my skin but the feeling washes away the second a breeze blows across my skin. I hurriedly make my way down the street back to my job. Having chosen to walk to the store instead of drive. I was low on gas as it is and didn't need to waste much more.

When I was safely inside of the diner, I make my way back to the staff area and punch back in. It takes a few times but I manage and I grab my apron off the hook, tying it around my waist before wrangling my hair back up into it's ponytail.

"Where'd you go for break?" One of the cooks questions as I'm walking back through the kitchen. He looks me up and down and I feel cold all over again.

"Costume shopping, it was a bust though." Using my hips I push into the swinging door and throw him a soft smile before slipping into the dining area. Once I'm no longer in his sights I can breathe again and I eye the tables carefully.

Most of the booths are empty and a few of the two seater tables are occupied but they have already been helped and serviced. I sigh, leaning against the counter.

It was going to be a slow afternoon.

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Never again am I working a Thursday night, despite how badly I need my shift covered.

Flopping into my bed I tug off my work shoes and toss them into the darkness. I want to curl up into a ball and fall asleep just like that. But I smell. I reek of sweat, coffee and burger fumes. So I hop off my bed and shuffle into the bathroom where I can shower away the smells.

Once I no longer feel grungy and gross, I wrap myself in my towel and shuffle back into my room. I don't waste time on air drying, to tired to just sit in bed and wait for myself to dry. Instead I rub myself down with my towel, ruffle it through my hair a bit before tugging on one of Taylors t-shirts and crawl into bed. It no longer smells like him, having been washed and worn by me too many times, but it still comforts me.