Jeremy's POV-
I was looking for a job so I could get enough money for an apartment. I was getting tired of living with my drunken dad. "Jeremy!"my father yelled. I could already tell he was wasted. "Make dinner you worthless shit!" He punched me in the face. I didn't know how to cook so I told my dad I was going to get some take out. I drove to Burger King and got a whopper for me and my dad. When I got home he was waiting at the door. "It took you long enough!" He snatched the bag from me and walked inside. I guess I'm not eating dinner. I look at the newspaper and found a job. "Vintage pizzeria given new life." I whispered to myself. This will be great!
Mike's POV-
"Mike you slack off too much on the morning shift! I'm moving you down to the night shift with the new guy." I saw a younger male behind him. "WHAT!? THE NIGHT SHIFT IS HORRIBLE!" I yelled. I saw the guy behind my boss cringe. Probably shouldn't be yelling. I sighed. "Fine...I'll help the newbie out." I muttered.
(YAY!! I love this fanfic so far!)
