aisle 6 || lrh

2.0

As usual, my long shift seemed to drag on forever. At least I didn't have to deal with anymore clean ups for the rest of my shift. I was surprisingly told to work one of the register, which rarely happens due to the fact that I can't work registers to save my life. 

I graciously got into the passenger seat of Mel's car. I then threw off the nasty yellow apron and untucked the dumb white tee. "I thought that would never end," I huffed. Mel slid into the driver's seat and chuckled. "You say that after every shift."

"What can I say, I truly hate this job. I hope the store burns down one day," I said and turned on the radio. 

"That's awful," Mel faked a gasp. 

"Shut up, Mel, this is a good song," I laughed and made Hayley Williams' voice louder. 

Mel awlwardly wiggled around to the song as we were stopped at a red light. "I'M STILL INTO YOU!" he yelled out the window at oncoming traffic. 

"That was beautiful, Melvin," I applauded, but Mel pouted. 

"What'd I say about using my full name?" he whined. 

"Sorry, Melvin."

"Codie," he whined again. 

"Jesus, you're the whiniest little college bitch out there," I said. 

Mel just snorted. "There are plenty other whiny college boys out there, trust me." He swiftly flipped his left blinker on and pulled onto the street I lived on. "Anyway," he began, "how awful was the second clean up you had to experience?"

I shrugged. "It honestly wasn't that bad. It was just some clumsy guy who conveniently knocked over our whole stock of cookies."

"Nice," Mel stated. 

"Yeah."

He pulled into my driveway, where my mom and dad were having a pretty heated argument. I let out a deep sigh. This happened too often, I wasn't surprised at all. Mel let out a sigh as well, for he knew what I had to deal with almost on a daily basis. 

"I can just drop you off at Ashton's if you want," he offered, reaching to put the car in reverse. Before I could even give him a proper answer, my parents turned their attention to us. I shrunk down in the seat. "Just tell them I died due to a shelf falling on me," I whispered. 

"That's a little extreme," Mel responded, looking out the front window. 

In no time, my dad was standing by the passenger door, tapping on the window. 

"Fuck," I swore and rolled the window down, also sitting back up in the seat. 

"Hi, Mr. Irwin," Mel greeted my dad with one of his signature model smiles. "How are you?"

"Fine," he replied. "Thanks for taking Codie home, yet again."

"My pleasure, sir," Mel said. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need my daughter now."

"Right."

Mel unlocked the car doors and I quickly unbuckled. "Thanks, Mel," I mouthed before stepping out and shutting the car door, allowing Mel to leave. 

"Okay, we all need to talk here," my dad began.

"Can't we just talk inside like a normal family?"

"No, we're talking right here, right now," my dad answered and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're failing three classes, Codie. Three. What's the deal?" 

I groaned. "Really? We have to talk about school? Can't we just discuss this crap when I'm not dead tired?"

"Codie," my mom warned.