Mr. Perfect ( On Hold)

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A/N:- A pic of Grant Gustin for you all lovely cookies 🍪! Coz why not!? Go ahead enjoy the 1st chappie.

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Blowing the steam from my coffee cup, I take a sip cautiously.

"Ugh! Not again". I groan.

This happens everytime, every single fucking day. I burn my tongue taking the first sip of my piping hot coffee.

I just came home from my second shift at Tracie's Pizzeria and it started pouring cats and dogs, not literally but you get the idea.

Thank god it didn't rain when I was walking or I would have literally killed my self from my sheer bad luck. As if I didn't have enough on my plate.

I watch as the drops of rain fall on my tiny bedroom window pondering on what my life has become. Philosophical, don't even get me started.

I have bills piled up needed to be paid off, my rent is pending and I barely have any food in the rundown box that I call a fridge.

My head was pounding with an enormous headache.

My life was never like this. I did have a family. Though we were not rich we weren't poor either. My parents loved each other to the point that it was sickening. We were happy, mostly.

Until one day, my dad lost his job, my mother decided she no longer wanted to live with a man who could not earn, therefore she took all the savings and my college fund and ran away. Bitchy, tell me about it, and that's just the beginning. And I didn't even get to attend college because of it and hence no job.

Some months later when she heard that dad got his job back she came with apologies and crocodile tears saying how sorry she was. Again what a bitch right! That's where is gets somewhat better.

My dad did the best thing, he divorced that whore (well calling her a whore was valid since she got knocked up by some random guy after she left us).

Now you might be thinking why I don't live with my dad. That, my dear readers who are reading my life story like a creep that you are, is because my dad lives in the outskirts of the town for his job. And I have to stay here in my rundown cubicle of a house for my job.

Now enough about my past let's get back to the present where my landline was barking for my attention. Yes I don't have a cellphone, get over it.

I literally hauled my ass over there and picked it up.

"Hello! "

"Hey Lee. Can you come over. Mom fell down in the kitchen and dislocated her arm. I need you to take over for some time till I take her to the hospital. "

Now I am worried.

"Sure Trace I am on my way. Be there in 5. Tell Kaitlyn to take care. Wrap her arm with something if you can, a piece of cloth should do"

I was worried. Kaitlyn is not exactly young.

So I quickly grab my tattered and worn out jacket and my house keys and rush over to Tracie's.

Now stop wondering and let me explain. Tracey McCall is my best friend since forever and Kaitlyn is her mom. They are the owners of Tracie's Pizzeria. Well technically it's Kaitlyn but you get the idea.

When my mother left us Kaitlyn was a lot like a motherly figure to me. And to say the least, I care about her like my own birthgiver and she, as if she popped me out herself.

I ran down the streets of Manhattan like a madman or in my case a madwoman. I didn't see the red pedistrian light and almost bumped into a fancy car or rather the car bumped into me causing havoc on the street.

Because of the keys in my hands there was a long scratch on the car to which I didn't pay attention, obviously I am me what do u expect. I quickly yelled a sorry behind me and continued on my way. That was the biggest mistake of my life.

I reach Tracie's in a record time. Seeing Kaitlyn stepping into the ambulance, I rush over to help her.

"Thanks Lee for taking care of the diner."

" It's no problem Kaity. You know I am always happy to help. " I say waving her off. The rain had slowed down to a slight drizzle by now.

"See you soon" she said winking. This old lady sure had a dry sense of humor. I think rolling my eyes.

"Bye Trace. Call me whenever. " I say hugging her.

"Bye. And also please shut down the diner and take the keys with you. " she says.

"Sure"

Tracie's wasn't exactly a 5 star hotel but there were many people ,both rich and poor, who like the taste so we were never short of customers. The peak hours here are hell. It's chaos all around.

"Hey Maggie! " I wave to a waitress who works here after my shift.

I quickly go over to the register and start billing and taking orders for takeouts.

It's gonna be a long evening and I am already tired. I already completed my 2 shifts and I was almost ready to call it a day. I hope the rest of the evening or night is uneventful. Or as uneventful as it can be with me or here at Tracie's.

Little did I know my day was just going to be longer and more tedious than I ever expected. I am really starting to regret getting out of bed today.

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A/N-
Hello cookies 🍪!!
Does anyone else relate to the coffee/milk/what ever hot beverage you drink burns? Coz I sure do.

The P. O. V. 's will be Hailey's unless I mention otherwise.

And about Ashton he will be introduced soon enough. "wink, wink"

An irritated cookie " I am pretty sure you are not supposed to say wink, more like do it. "

*fake gasps
"really, my bad. Or more like DEAL WITH IT. "

Update next Friday.

Until next time !
*Tips and imaginary hat.