Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 4:47 pm
~Liz~
It's been nearly five months since I lost my mother. It's so hard to walk into the apartment I was forced to take this last month and know that I wouldn't be going home to a meal that my mother had worked hard to make. I miss her more then anything. Michael has been a blessing through the whole thing, keeping an eye on me, trying to make certain that I was alright. Still, I don't want to burden him and one could probably class me as a recluse now. I rarely go out of the house other then for school and work.
In a way, it also aids me in not thinking about attractions that I feel. It would be wrong for me to act on either one of them. Max and Zan... everytime I see them... my heart skips a beat and I feel as though I'm walking on air. Problem? They are brothers and and I'm certain they would never look my way. Especially, now. Maybe before my social status had changed, I'd have had their interest. Now though, I know I couldn't have a chance.
"Liz, how was your day?" I turn as I hear the voice of one of the elderly neighbors I have and try to give her a smile.
"I never knew it could be so hard to support myself, Mrs. Landy. How's Boto's paw?" I ask after her pet rabbit that she had mentioned needing to take to the vet earlier in the day.
"Boto will be alright. He got a cactus thorn stuck in it. Probably that fool grandson of mine was unaware he'd brough the thorn with him." She smiled and I waved.
"Have a good night. I need to get ready for work now." I tell her and then open the door to my apartment, going in and grabbing out something to stick in the mic while I run to the room and grab my things for my shower.
No one will even remember my seventeenth birthday is in three weeks. I found myself thinking as I glanced at the mirror beside me. Swiftly changing out of my clothing from school, I rushed through getting into my uniform and then drove to work.
My shift had barely begun when I was wiping down a table and saw Max come in. I can't keep myself from looking at him for a moment before forcing myself to remember that there wasn't anyway. I'm not anything to look at anymore. I'm not even socially acceptable for the most part anymore.
Sighing, I take out my order pad and move over to a table where a few of the jocks are seated and ask simply, "What can I get you guy's?"
They start spouting out their orders and I write them down. "Alright, I'll be back with your drinks in just a minute." I tell them and walk to place the food order on the small turntable before moving to the fountain drinks, pouring out each one. Then, I took out an extra glass and poured out a cherry coke, knowing that was what Max usually got.
With the drinks in hand, I make my way to the jocks table and hand out the drinks before walking over to Max's table, placing the cherry coke down. "Your usual, cherry coke." It always managed to be the same, he would sit in the booth and on most of the nights I worked it was part of my section. "When you are ready to order, let me know."
I have to force myself to turn and walk away, sighing again as I do. I'm about to start filling some of the supplies when Mrs. Valenit catches my attention. "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Valenti?"
"Liz, we just had another call out for the next shift. Would you be interested in taking the shift?" She asks me and I think of the homework I have but I know that I need the finances more.
"Sure, Mrs. Valenti. I have no problem staying until closing." I tell her and she seems relieved.
"Thanks, Liz. I appreciate it." She says and I give her a smile.
"It's really no problem, Mrs. Valenti. I'd better get back to work. No worries here." I replied and with a parting smile turned and found myself looking towards Max again before hearing, "Parker, order up."
Moving to the window, I take the orders and place them on the tray. "Thanks." Turning, I move to deliver the first order I'd recieved for my shift and then go about filling the mustard bottles. The jocks orders should be up soon and then maybe Max will be ready to order. I like hearing him talk.
It's been nearly five months since I lost my mother. It's so hard to walk into the apartment I was forced to take this last month and know that I wouldn't be going home to a meal that my mother had worked hard to make. I miss her more then anything. Michael has been a blessing through the whole thing, keeping an eye on me, trying to make certain that I was alright. Still, I don't want to burden him and one could probably class me as a recluse now. I rarely go out of the house other then for school and work.
In a way, it also aids me in not thinking about attractions that I feel. It would be wrong for me to act on either one of them. Max and Zan... everytime I see them... my heart skips a beat and I feel as though I'm walking on air. Problem? They are brothers and and I'm certain they would never look my way. Especially, now. Maybe before my social status had changed, I'd have had their interest. Now though, I know I couldn't have a chance.
"Liz, how was your day?" I turn as I hear the voice of one of the elderly neighbors I have and try to give her a smile.
"I never knew it could be so hard to support myself, Mrs. Landy. How's Boto's paw?" I ask after her pet rabbit that she had mentioned needing to take to the vet earlier in the day.
"Boto will be alright. He got a cactus thorn stuck in it. Probably that fool grandson of mine was unaware he'd brough the thorn with him." She smiled and I waved.
"Have a good night. I need to get ready for work now." I tell her and then open the door to my apartment, going in and grabbing out something to stick in the mic while I run to the room and grab my things for my shower.
No one will even remember my seventeenth birthday is in three weeks. I found myself thinking as I glanced at the mirror beside me. Swiftly changing out of my clothing from school, I rushed through getting into my uniform and then drove to work.
My shift had barely begun when I was wiping down a table and saw Max come in. I can't keep myself from looking at him for a moment before forcing myself to remember that there wasn't anyway. I'm not anything to look at anymore. I'm not even socially acceptable for the most part anymore.
Sighing, I take out my order pad and move over to a table where a few of the jocks are seated and ask simply, "What can I get you guy's?"
They start spouting out their orders and I write them down. "Alright, I'll be back with your drinks in just a minute." I tell them and walk to place the food order on the small turntable before moving to the fountain drinks, pouring out each one. Then, I took out an extra glass and poured out a cherry coke, knowing that was what Max usually got.
With the drinks in hand, I make my way to the jocks table and hand out the drinks before walking over to Max's table, placing the cherry coke down. "Your usual, cherry coke." It always managed to be the same, he would sit in the booth and on most of the nights I worked it was part of my section. "When you are ready to order, let me know."
I have to force myself to turn and walk away, sighing again as I do. I'm about to start filling some of the supplies when Mrs. Valenit catches my attention. "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Valenti?"
"Liz, we just had another call out for the next shift. Would you be interested in taking the shift?" She asks me and I think of the homework I have but I know that I need the finances more.
"Sure, Mrs. Valenti. I have no problem staying until closing." I tell her and she seems relieved.
"Thanks, Liz. I appreciate it." She says and I give her a smile.
"It's really no problem, Mrs. Valenti. I'd better get back to work. No worries here." I replied and with a parting smile turned and found myself looking towards Max again before hearing, "Parker, order up."
Moving to the window, I take the orders and place them on the tray. "Thanks." Turning, I move to deliver the first order I'd recieved for my shift and then go about filling the mustard bottles. The jocks orders should be up soon and then maybe Max will be ready to order. I like hearing him talk.