satisfaction// l.h.

two; sutton

Sutton

I sat in my little bar stool, reading one of the magazines I picked up off the rack. Nothing seemed interesting on here, somebody got married, another baby was born, Justin Bieber did something else wrong. I placed the magazine back on the rack, hoping somebody would come buy it. Nobody ever came into this store though, I can't really blame them. Between the chunky milk, and molded bread, people are disgusted to come in here. I didn't understand why I got a job here though, maybe it was because I could sit around and do nothing and still get paid.

I looked at the shattered clock in front of me, even though it was useless for checking the time. I sighed and pulled my phone out, realizing that my shift ending almost half an hour ago. Somebody was supposed to take the next shift, but yet no one has came. My boss, Mr. Sanders, orders that we can't leave until somebody else was here to take over. I didn't understand why it mattered, no one ever came here. It's bad enough that we live on the south side of town, but our market is crap. I pulled my phone out once more, deciding to text Ethan.

The new guy hasn't shown up, can you come take over my shift? Please. -Sutton

"What are you doing on your phone, Sutton? Put that damn thing away!" Mr. Sanders barked.

"Yes sir." I sighed, "It won't happen again."

"Kids and those damn electronics these days! You know, Sutton, back in my day we didn't have things like that. Nowadays you youngsters are addicted to them stupid things. Get back to work!" he rambled on.

I didn't have the desire to hear one of his stupid stories about back in his day. Mr. Sanders didn't understand that I had a life besides working in this dump. For him it's all about work, and always being prepared when a customer comes in, which was pointless. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, almost scaring me. I scanned the aisles checking to see if Mr. Sanders was to be found, but it seemed like he walked back to his office.

Sorry Sutton, I won't be back in town until Thursday. You'll have to wait for the new guy, or until the market closes....whichever comes first. -Ethan

Ethan and I have known each other since he started working here about 2 years ago, about 3 months after I started working here. I was only 15 when I got this job, hoping to get some fun out of it, but it was clearly a mistake. The only good thing about it was being friends with Ethan. It was now 7:45, the new guy was almost an hour late. I was frustrated and angry, because all I wanted to do was go home and try to sleep, before I had to come back to this awful place at 8 in the morning.

"You must be exhausted." a voice chuckled, causing me to turn around.

A rather tall guy stood in front of me, wearing a band t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black vans and the white apron we were required to wear. His blonde hair was styled into a quiff, and his blue eyes sparkled, even with this crappy lighting.

"I'm Luke, Luke Hemmings." he smiled.

"You're 45 minutes late." I scolded, taking off my apron.

"Why thank you for the warm welcome, I knew this was an amazing place to work. My day hasn't been to bad, thank you for asking, love." he mocked.

"First of all, you suck at impersonating my voice. Second of all, I want to go home and sleep, before I have to come back to this dump. You're just a lazy brat that doesn't know what 7'o clock means. I know this place is shitty, but if you actually cared about human beings, you would've shown up on time, so I could leave." I hissed.

"Look, I'm sorry babe. I didn't intend to be late. The traffic was bad getting over here." he explained.

"Grow up will you? Can't you take some responsibility and just say I'm late? The south side is abandoned by this time, it's Saturday." I snapped.