again // h.s

Chapter 1

I wake up to my alarm ringing loudly.

I get out of bed, stretching and walking towards the bathroom. I strip off my clothes and lay down in the bath tub, turning on the hot water.

It's Tuesday, meaning I have four more days of work. Yay me- note the sarcasm.

I like my job, it's just some of the customers sometimes piss me off- mostly teens. They mess up their own orders. Like, they order something and then after you prepare it and give it to them, they change the entire order claiming they got confused or they forgot something. They don't even apologize or thank anyone when they leave. Like, Jeez people the least you could do is say thank you. Or something.

I work in Costa Coffee.

I like woking there, because it's always quiet and everyone's minding their own business. It's just the teenagers that like to mess with people. We have already banned around 20 teenagers this month.

I turn off the water, after I shampoo my hair and wash my body. I brush my teeth, and comb my hair, untangling it. I wash my face and put on some mascara, eyeliner and light lipstick- my everyday makeup. I don't like caking my face, I mean it's not like I'm going to some important occasion, it's just work. And I could care less about how I look- in other words; I don't give a fuck.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my body, unlocking the bathroom door and going inside my room. I slip on some undergarments and my uniform. The uniform is just a basic beige T-shirt and black skinny jeans and any pair of black shoes- I personally prefer converse than any other brand. I tie my hair into a tight ponytail.

"Good morning, Jace," I say, walking out of my room and towards the kitchen.

"Mornin'," he says, taking a sip of his coffee.

I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his torso, "I'm exhausted."

"Well, too bad. Now, remove your arms," he says. I reach over to punch his shoulder but he grabs my fist right before it collides with his shoulder, "Don't."

I groan, "Okay, let go," I say, he lets go of my wrist and I roll my eyes at him, walking towards the fridge, "We really need to go grocery shopping, there's nothing to fucking eat here."

He cracks a small smile, "Oops."

I roll my eyes at him and grab two strawberry ice-creams from the freezer. Both for myself.

"I don't get you, Aysel. It's freezing outside."

"I don't care. Winter or not, i'll still eat ice-cream."

"Oh well, I tried. You're gonna end up getting a cold, though."

"I could care less. Now, shut the fuck up."

"Jeez, alright." he says, chuckling, "Lighten up a bit, yeah?"

"Yeah," I say, sighing, "It's just that," I pause, "everything's the same. I wake up everyday, go to work, grab some takeaway on my way home, watch movies all night then sleep. It's the same boring routine. I wanna do something less boring every once in a while."

"Like?"

"We haven't gone clubbing for a long time, so how about that? Friday?"

"If that makes you feel better, then alright, I'll arrange something. Anything else?" he says, cocking an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.

"I don't hate sports that much," I pause, "I really like Basketball and Tennis," I continue, "Can we rent out the small basketball court nearby? I read about it in the papers today. It's really old and no one has used it in a long time, It's actually quite cheap, like around 300 dollars."