When We Were Young

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝐎𝐧𝐲𝐱'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
The beeping of my alarm was piercing the air. I wake up with a pounding headache and a ringing in my ears. I didn't think I had drank that much, but I guess I had. I rolled over and slapped the snooze button down and opened my nightstand to grab the bottle of ibuprofen and the bottled water I keep in there, took it, and got up to get ready for work. I started working at a small diner called "Two Niner Diner" down the street from our house a couple weeks after we moved into the house to help pay the bills. Serena and Armani has jobs, too. Serena was working at VIP Cabaret, a high paying strip club. She took dancing lessons so she could work there and do pole tricks. She thought they looked cool. She used to say, "I already got the looks, now I need the skills," which she definitely has. Armani works at a Gucci store downtown. She's worked in retail since she was 16, so she had experience. I on the other hand had never worked as a waitress, but because it was only a diner and no usually crowded, I thought I could handle it. I make pretty good tips since most of the customers are older couples who always say something like "oh well aren't you precious!" Or "you don't need to work here, you could be a model," like most older people do, they compliment, and they always tip well. So, needless to say, we're comfortable with our living situation.

I hopped out of bed and went over to my closet to get dressed for work. I put on a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black high tops. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and sat down at my vanity to do my makeup. After I finished that, I went downstairs to grab breakfast. I checked the cabinets for any breakfast foods, but no such luck. Guess I'd have to grab something at work. I walked into the living room, grabbed my purse, and walked out the door, locking it behind me. Since the diner was so close to my house, I could just walk there. The diner was a classic looking diner, like it was pulled straight out of the 1950's, but with less racism and sexist comments. I walked in through the employees entrance and went straight to the locker room. I went to locker 103, which was mine, and put my purse in it. As I walked out of the room, I picked up my apron and walked out into the dining area. I walked up to a table with only one younger guy who was sitting alone. This should be an easy start to the day. He looked familiar. Except I didn't realize who it was until he looked me in the eyes. Jesse.

𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐- 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎