My Best Mistake | Luke Hemmings

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- 3 years later-

"LET'S GO BUNNY, THOSE SANDWICHES AREN'T GONNA MAKE DEM' SELVES!" My annoying boss barked as I started to doze off again for the fourth time today. Its hard to get a good amount of sleep when you have a night job too.

"Sorry, mam," I lazily replied.

"Don't 'sorry mam' me, WORK!" I rolled my eyes as I slopped the tomatoes on a chicken sandwich. I don't even know why people eat here, the food sucks.

I wouldn't even be working here if it weren't for the twins. After staying the night at the shelter the night I ran away, I woke up to the sound of the social worker and the shelter owner talking about taking the twins, since I was obviously under age. I tried my hardest to escape with them, but it didn't work out. They were about to take me too, but I got away when they were walking us out to the car. I would have stayed, but I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to get a job if I did.

Every since then I've been working numerous dumb jobs to save up enough money. For when I turn eighteen, and can adopt them back. Which is in about six months. But the only problem is I only have enough to get one of them at the moment. I mean that shit's expensive!

But I do make sure that I follow them around, like one time they were being fostered in New York and I worked at some pizzeria, which actually did make some good money, but I had to quit. They were getting transferred all the way to California, so I dropped everything in New York and left. That was a lot of sneaking on trains. I mean, hey, I wasn't going to use the adopting money! Then they were moved out to Washington, and now we're back here in L.A. I know, life sucks.

"Bunny! Bring this food out to the customers!" Maria, I think that was my bosses name was, screeched. Apparently I dozed off again.

"Sorry ma-"

"Just go!" She exclaimed, as she pushed a plate of fries and burgers in my face. I again rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen and looked down at the receipt to see what table it went to.

"Table 5" I mumbled to myself. Just then 'Shake it off' started to come through the restaurants speakers, I didn't know who made it, one because I never even really been able to go on the internet since I was fifteen. Second simply, because I didn't even want to know. I rolled my eyes at the annoying song and walked to table 5. I put on my 'smile' and set the plate down.

"Order up!" I tried to say with as less sarcasm as possible. Mary claims that we have to say that, wait is it Maria? I just shook my head and looked at the customer's. "Be sure to call me over if you need anything else," I said after setting there plates in front of them.

There were five guys, four of them looked about my age, although it was hard to tell with their shades on. The other one looked roughly fourty,

I was about to walk away back to the kitchen, but one stopped me.

"Excuse me? Mam. I ordered this chicken sandwich with no tomatoes," a quiffed blonde boy informed me. Normally I would roll my eyes and fix it, but I was taken back from the accent in his voice. "Hello?" He said harsher this time taking his sunglasses off.

"Don't be a dick Luke," a boy with fiery red hair snapped. Luke, apparently, just continued to glare at me, as I took his plate.

"Sorry, Sir" I sarcastically replied as I turned on my heel to leave.

"Calm down Luke," I over-heard the old guy say, as I walked toward the kitchen, "she was probably just starstruck."

Starstruck? I wondered as I squirted lemon juice in Luke's bread to make it sour and soggy. More like Ass-struck. I laughed at my own joke as I walked out of the swinging kitchen doors back to their table.