I'm two strikes away from getting fired.
At this point I'm surprised my boss is even letting me wait on people anymore. I've broken two cups and a plate over the course of two hours and I feel guilty as ever.
'What can I get you today?' I ask an old couple in the cheeriest voice I can manage.
The two of them smile at me. 'Two chocolate milkshakes please.' The old man says and I manage to give them both a genuine smile before walking away.
Working has been really hard lately because my mind is elsewhere. But when isn't my mind elsewhere? I'm always overthinking, always dwelling on the past or freaking out over my future.
I'm never living in the moment. This causes me to fuck up every single thing I'm doing. Like messing up a few people's orders, having to ask customers to repeat what they said because I'm so tuned out and well... let's not forget toppling over chairs and breaking plates.
But that's not even the biggest issue.
My shift ended an hour ago but I've been working overtime and taking over for my co-workers because I need the money. Because I doubt NYU will give me that scholarship and I need to save up if I'm planning on getting into a good university.
I'm about to take another tables orders when I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I turn around facing my boss. 'Ella, go home.' He declares trying to sound stern but sounding sympathetic towards me instead.
I shake my head. 'I can't. I still have another hour to go.' I say about to walk away but he reaches out taking the notepad from my hand and shaking his head.
'No. Go home rest and come back on Monday. I don't want to see your face for another few days.' I'm about to argue but he already walks away from me. Plus, I know it's no use, he's stubborn and nothing I say would have convinced him to let me keep on working so I walk home instead.
The sun is nice and warm as it shines over me and on a good day like this I would have appreciated it but I haven't had a good day in a while. I drag my feet against the gravel and I study the houses I pass by, pondering what could be happening inside and what type of families could be living in there.
Would they be loving, caring, affectionate or cruel? Would the kids want to come home to their parents company or would they fear them, like I feared my father and our home. Do they have siblings? Do they get a long? Are they lonely? Do they have pets?
The thoughts keep me occupied, and they kill time because before I know it I have made it to my infamous gate and I miserably walk up to my apartment.
Aaron is resting on the couch and once he sees me walking in he perks up. 'Hey kid, what took you so long?' He asks ruffling my hair once I took a seat next to him on the couch. Kid, that's his usual nickname for me. As if we aren't just one year apart.
I nudge his hand away. 'I've been working extra shifts.' I say reaching for the remote and changing the channel. I don't know what I'm looking for but I sure as hell don't want to watch the news. I'm miserable enough, I don't need other things to bring me down.
Aaron looks at me worriedly. 'Why are you working extra? You aren't paying for rent anymore and I've been making a good amount lately.' This is where the bomb drops, the one I've been wanting to talk to him about for a while now.
I told Aaron about me and Timmy's break up, about how Timmy applied to a university all the way in California without letting me know. But I conveniently left out the part about me applying for a scholarship and getting an interview at NYU which so happens to be in two weeks time. I take a deep breathe.
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Falling ♡ Timothée Chalamet
FanficWhilst living a difficult life alone with her abusive father and the memory of her dead mother. Ella Myers bumps into Timothée, an old friend of hers, at a party and he takes her down memory lane. Timothée reminds Ella of happier times, when they w...