Pop's Waitress

That Familiar Girl

Cheryl Blossom

I was driving my car with Tina and Ginger blabbing on about some guy.

"You can't go out with him, he's bad news Tina."

"But he's hot! And you don't even know him." She replied.

I looked at Tina rolled my eyes then looked at the road, "Tina you don't even know his eye color." I said pulling up to Pop's. "Whatever," she said as I stopped. "I like him anyways." She got out the car and stopped in her tracks to the steps as the boy she was talking about walked right past us giving us a faint smile. We walked up the steps and Ginger opened the door.

I looked at the counter and saw a familiar girl for a second but quickly turned my head. I sat down on my side and slid to the middle, "I don't know Tina that smile made my gay-dar go off the rails." I said as they sat down. I noticed the pink haired girl come to us.

"Hi, what would you like to order." She said facing me but I could only think about how good she looks in that uniform. There was a moment of silence until Tina spoke, "I'll have a rainbow milkshake and some onion rings." I took my eyes off the girl.

"Okay, and you?" The girl turned to Tina and Ginger, as I tried to remember why she was so familiar. She turned back to me after taking Ginger's order, "Cherry Cola and a salad." I saw her name tag 'Antoinette.' She told us she would be back with our food and started to walk away. When she left ten steps Ginger whispered to me, "Why were you staring at her?" I ignored her and reach in my bag for my rose gold flask. I took a sip and put it back.

When the girl came back I spoke to her, "You know your name means highly praiseworthy. It's beautiful." I smiled at her, "Just like you," she flirted and I tried to hide hide my blushing. I picked up my cherry cola and drank from the straw. "Most people call me Toni." She walked away and Tina and Ginger started talking about whatever but I kept thinking of Antoinette and how I knew her.

When I arrived at Thistle house I got ready for bed and went to sit near the fire and read To Kill a Mocking Bird. I soon dozed off falling asleep. I dreamt of the girl. I woke up at five stuffing down my sexuality. I walked to my deceased brother's room. I layed my head on a pillow and began to silently cry. Thinking of how my mother never loved me, how my father killed my brother, how I was left in this world alone with no one but few real friends and the Coopers, my recently found relatives. I fell asleep but this time not dreaming of anything. Waking up to my phone ringing in the morning.