Force of Habit

Chapter 9

"Hello, Olivia Jensen," Saywer says, entering the mostly empty diner and sitting down in one of the plastic covered booths.

"Hello, Sawyer Dana." I say placing a travel cup filled with orange juice in front of him. He smiles once he sees it.

"Thanks," Sawyer says, taking a sip of the cold drink.

"Hey, you're still wearing the same clothes that I spilled orange juice on."

"You're right, Olivia Jesse, I am."

"I didn't think you were serious about the bucket list and orange juice thing. And by the way Jesse is a girl's name."

"Well I was. And Jesse is one of those both gender names, Olivia Nicolas."

"Okay then, Sawyer Danielle, what were you planning we do later?" I ask. I know what you're thinking and no it's not a date, it's not even remotely the same thing. We're friends and do stuff together. Sawyer knows I have a boyfriend and he really respects that.

"I was thinking we just kinda hang out and stuff, it's been a pretty long day for me."

"Yeah, good or bad?" I ask.

"Mostly bad, I have to write a nine page paper on wether oil-based paints are better or worse than water based paints and what the benefits of each are."

"Awe I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well that I can handle, but it's just the fact that the instructor absolutely despises me and only assigned the paper to me."

"What! That's totally unfair! See this is why I decided not to go to college."

"Yeah well- wait you're not in college? I thought you were?"

"Nope, I graduated high school and then realized that school gives me too much stress and I kinda get really annoying when I'm stressed so I decided to not deal with that anymore and not do college."

"Wait- more annoying than usual? Is that even an option?" He asks, a playful smile on his face.

"Hey, you watch it Sawyer Wendy, or you'll regret it," I tease.

"Oh yeah, like what?" he asks.

"Well let's just say one day you may find that that orange juice doesn't tase quite right...."

"You wouldn't!" he gasps, protectively pulling his OJ towards him.

"Watch me."

"Olivia Pluto, don't you dare. If you tamper with my precious orange juice, you'll regret it, believe me."

"Watch me," I repeat, walking to a nearby table and wiping it off. Sawyer then pulls the 4-year old card and sticks his tongue out at me. And since proper etiquitte states that it is rude not to return the action to the tongue sticker- outerer, I retalliated, sticking my tongue out at him as well.

"Well, that was really cute," I hear Sam say as I enter the kitchen.

"What? No, we're just friends," I reply, dismissing the thought.

"That's what they all say..." Sam answers, looking back at the griddle, sighing quite loudly.

"Sam, you really need a boyfriend," I tell her, putting a few stray dishes away.

"Yeah I know... I'm just waiting for him to pop up, so for now, you're stuck with me and my hormonal romance-novel based relationship desperity."

Remember what I said earlier about not having friends at work? Well scratch that because I would probably consider Sam(antha) as a friend but we're not as close as Sawyer and I are.