Sundays. I hate Sundays, they usually contained 6 six hours free time. I usually spent my weekends working at the diner in the morning and the rest of it studying. Studying was of high importance because that decided my future.
Just like I always did on a Sunday morning I walked in the diner. The door bell jiggled as I opened it. I made my way to the changing room and changed into my uniform. Then after I attended to the customers until I bumped into someone.
"Sorry about that...Oh hey, Jeremy." Brad, a co-worker of mine, said.
"H..hey, Brad." I waved nervously.
"Well at least the stuttering has dialed down...finally getting used to me, aren't you?" he cocked a brow in a joke full manner, which made me laugh.
The thing I loved the most about Brad was not that he was bi which he was... but I loved the fact that he had a care free personality. He probably makes friends everyday and must have been famous in high school. So in short he was sweet but he was still huge and sometimes that intimidated me like one time he beat up a customer black and blue even though it was for a good cause which was that the customer was assaulting one of the workers, it was still scary.
"Can I get some service here?" A customer said.
"Oh shoot I need to go, we'll talk la..later, Brad."
"Sure thing, kiddo." he replied.
Why do these guys keep calling me kiddo!? Sure, Brad was older than me but he was only nineteen it didn't make that much of a difference...never mind.
"Table for how many?" I ask the dissatisfied looking customer while I grabbed the menus.
"Two." he grumbled.
"Please, follow me." I led him to a free table.
I knew most people thought it was weird that I worked as a waiter even though I stuttered around people but it wasn't not that bad.
Customers didn't really confront me about anything apart from the fact that they want their food and so I never really stutter around them. I only stutter when nervous or scared.
I kept attending to customers until Brad called me.
"Hey, Stat." he called.
I used to wonder why he called he called me that until one day. I actually got the guts to ask him and he explained that was a short word for stutter. At first he was just teasing me but he got used to calling me that and so it I.
"Ye..yeah?" I approached him.
"Some guy calling himself Noah wants to talk to ya," Brad said, giving me the work phone.
"Hello, William?" I said on the phone.
"Hey Sunshine, I thought you took the day off, today."
"I never take the day off on Sunday, William."
"I realise that now anyway...I'll pick you up from the diner then we can get lunch, deal?"
"You know I'd never say no to free food." I joked.
"It's not free if it belongs to you, Sunshine, you'll get off in two hours right?"
"Right."
"Well then I'll pick you up in two hours."
"Okay, William...Oh please, next time don't use the phone of the diner you might get me fired."
"That doesn't sound bad."
"If I loose my job, I loose my apartment." I whisper yelled at him.
"And then maybe you'd finally move in..."
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Why me? (bxb) {Editing}
Humor"Did you do it?" I asked when he turned around. "Do what?" "You know what." I shot back. "Cutie, there are a lot of things I did and do, you got to be more specific." he looked back at me and I realised he was being sincere and he was not really ta...
