Moonlight - Logicality AU

Ch. 7

Logan's p.o.v.

It was hard to work all night. Usually my determination to keep my apartment is what keeps me going. Now that that's going to be gone, though, there's nothing to work towards. Besides, it also doesn't help that I felt ill all night. My muscles ached, I was freezing, sweating, I was dizzy, the list goes on and on. 

My co-workers, as I've mentioned before, are completely useless. They played the card game 'Go Fish' all night and occasionally made themselves some coffee. Usually you're not allowed to do that, but they've never cared. This time, I approached them about it they just scoffed and looked away, whispering things about me. 

"What an ass.." 

"Oh my god, he'll hear you!" The short guy whispered loudly. The tall woman just laughed. 

"No he won't. He's too busy doing our jobs." 

The short man laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right." 

"Excuse me, but I can hear every word you two are saying. I am not deaf, and I'm almost certain I have a higher IQ than the two of you combined. So if you don't mind, please put the cards away and do your damn jobs!" I said coldly. 

The two stared wide eyed at me. They had never heard me speak before, let alone me standing up to them. They slowly looked at each other and then began quickly putting the cards away. The two stayed close to each other, but finally started doing working.

The remaining two hours of my shift went by a lot smoother now that I actually had the help of my co-workers. It shouldn't have taken me yelling at them, but they're working now, so I'm not complaining. 

Still, the closer I got to the end of my shift, the worse I felt. Maybe Janus was right. Maybe I should've just stayed home and watched a movie with the two of them instead of dragging myself to work. 

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Finally, my shift ended. I got my things and left the McDonald's without saying a word to my colleagues. I began my walk home. The sky was beginning to lighten a bit, indicating that the sun was going to rise soon. 

I walked along the sidewalk, constantly looking around and checking my surroundings. I'm often quite paranoid when I walk home from my shift at McDonald's. You never know who could be lurking in the shadows and dark alleyways. 

Speaking of which, an old man walked over to me. He was hunched over, and wore a large brown cowboy hat atop his head and a torn pair of overalls. No shirt, just overalls. He had a long beard that reached his stomach, and it had a bandaid on it for some odd reason. Each of his eyes were going slightly in the opposite direction. When he talked to me, he sounded like a hillbilly. 

"Got any spare change??" He asked louder than I would've liked. 

I quickly shook my head and walked away quickly. He wasn't the worst homeless man I've seen, but I certainly didn't want to stay back and talk with him. I was just trying to get home to Roman. Besides, I'm the last person to ask if you want money. 

The hillbilly didn't follow me as I walked. He just sighed sadly and said to himself, "Nobody ever gives 'ol McGuckit the time of day." I heard his footsteps get quieter and quieter as he walked away. I turned around just to make sure he was gone before turning onto my street. 

I finally made it to my apartment building. I walked in and up the stairs to my floor. I tip toed along the long hallway, trying my best not to wake any of my sketchy neighbors. I finally made it to my door and reached in my pocket to get my keys. I opened the door slowly and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind me.