"Hello?"
"Poppy?"
"Oh hey James. What's up? Is anything wrong?"
"Not at all love. I am going to need you to come in to work today though."
"Um I thought I had today offI actually kind of had plans-"
"Not anymore, you don't."
"but!"
"See you at 7:30."
And then he hung up. And I know what youre thinking. If he's such a douche, then why don't you quit? Well here's why I put up with James. When I moved to London from texas to get away from my overbearing family and all of the other annoying people around me, I didn't really start out with much money. And It's hella hard to find a job in a place where you have no credibility and no otherwise experience. Thats where James comes in. We met at the Laundromat and ended up talking for 2 hours while maintenance fixed all the driers (with our clothes in them) because some little brat went to each drier one by one and put polos in all of them. It was a mess. But anyways, James and I talked, because we were really the only two people in the Laundromat under 45, and I found out he had just opened a sort of club/karaoke bar called Electro Coconut, and he couldn't find any good employees. One thing led to another and then I had a job. Ive been working there upwards of a year now, and I get payed about 7 euro an hour, plus tips. So because he went out on a limb for me, I let him get away with pushing me around sometimes. Since my plans to go out with my best friend, Megan, were now cancelled thanks to my good friend James, I picked up my pink plastic phone once again and gave her a ring to take a raincheck. She picked up after about three and a half rings. Enough to look on the caller ID to see who it was and figure out whether she would answer or not, which was her custom. She wasn't much for traditional phone conversation. More of a texter, that one.
"Hey Poppy. Whats up?"
(told you she looked)
"Hey Meggs. Listen, I cant come out with you and sonny tonight, I have to go in to work."
"No you're not. You can't cancel on this."
"Meggs, don't be ridiculous. You can go on a date alone. That's what dates are for. To be alone with another person. Not to drag your best friend on with you so she can continue her part time occupation as a permanent 3rd wheel."
"Who's being ridiculous now?"
"Either way. I cant come."
"Ugh. Whatever. I'm not going. I'll call sonny and cancel."
"Megan, if you don't go out with him alone for once I will come over there and rip your collar bones out through your throat. Go. Call me later and tell me about it."
"I dont know. Maybe."
"Ok fine. If I don't go soon I'm going to be late for work. Talk to you later."
"Ok bye."
Oh Megan. She's a whole nother story. She never talks on the phone with heterosexual members of the opposite sex, she never goes on dates alone, she never wears skirts, and she never talks to strangers. Which means that, as her best friend, I have to pick up where she leaves off and do all of it for her. Sometimes I want to pull all of her blonde and black chunked hair out of her 5'8" head. But at 4'11", that would be a bit of a trial for me. It's ok though, I love the girl. And it's really not her fault, she had WAY too much of a sheltered childhood. We've been friends ever since I moved here, and she lives 4 floors under me in the same apartment complex. She's afraid of heights. She has a lot of unnecessary fears...but I digress. It was already 6:00, and I needed to be at work in an hour and a half. By the time I was done showering, putting makeup on, fixing my hair, and putting on my uniform, (a black shirt with a pink ribcage on it and a white tie, with a black pleated skirt, with black and pink checkered tuks to go along) it was 20 past 7. I was most definitely going to be late. Oh well. James is just going to have to get over it. He owes me big time for calling me in on a day I wasn't scheduled to work anyways. Douche. I got in my little piece of crap purple neon and drove the 15 minutes it took me to get to work in the rain, since there was a hella gnarly thunderstorm going on outside, which I found weird, because there was only 40 percent chance of rain this morning. Stupid weather people never know what they're talking about. I parked my car and got out into the pouring rain, hoping the hairspray in my layers wouldnt get wet and make my hair fall. I am a phsyco about my hair. Say what you will. I love my hair. I walked through the employee entrance only to be blinded with neon, and blasted deaf with techno. As per the usual. It didn't bother me though, that's one of the reasons I like working here. It's a weird place full of weird people. I blend in rather well. What could I do when she said I want...I want you. Blaqk Audio was bleating out of the speakers tonight. Speaking of, I love Davey Havok. He has the most amazing voice. I dropped my bag off in James' office, where most employees left they're things for safe keeping. He was sitting at his desk, checking his myspace. "Doesn't the manager of a club have better things to do than check his myspace? Like maybe, I dunno, pay the bills? Clean the bathroom?" He made a startled noise and swiveled around in his chair and flung a paperback book in my direction. It narrowly missed my right temple. I ducked. Not very far, mind you. Considering my height. "Y'know, you could've killed me just then. And then you would've had a lawsuit on your hands." He rolled his dinner plate sized blue/grey eyes. "You know better than to startle me when I'm in a myspace trance. I do not assume responsibility for any injuries to employees or otherwise when I'm interrupted from checking the space." As he said this, he made a retarted pointing gesture at his computer screen. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. My eyeroll ended up being hardly as intimidating as his though, since I have unnaturally small almond shaped dark brown ones. "You're ridiculous." I said, setting my purse down in his armchair and putting my damp jacket beside it. "Whatever. Go do your job." He ponted in the direction of the bar. "Yes, captain crunch. Whatever you say." I said, picking the paperback off of the floor and tossing it back to him. "I don't pay you to backsass me, lady." He said, shaking the book at me in a rather unthreatening way. "Im not on the clock, genius." I crossed my arms and gave him a look that said ha ha. His face scrunched up as he searched his internal list of snide comebacks for a good one. "Touche." Was all he was able to come up with. I just laughed and walked to the bar so I could do my job. The earlier I get started, the earlier I can finish, and that means I can go home and go to sleep. Yay sleep!
I slipped behind the counter and was greeted by one of my best work mates, Clifford. He's tall, blonde, hot like a dolce and gabanna model and very, very, homosexual. He grabbed me in a bear hug and swung me around, almost knocking some poor girl's drink off of the bar. "Hey girlfriend!" He said in high squealy, but somehow still appealing, voice. I laughed and tried to catch my breath as he set me down, receiving some pretty nasty glares from the girls around the bar. All of our regulars have crushes on Cliff. None of them seem to be able to figure out he's gay. Some know, but just go on having a crush on him anyways. It's a cycle I'll never understand. It's actually somewhat of a burden being such good friends with cliff somedays, because 83.2% of the girls in the club end up hating me by the end of the night because they think we're either flirting or dating. Neither of which being true, I just glare right back when they glare at me, and pretend not to hear them talking about me behind my back. "Hey Cliff." I said, grabbing a washcloth and wiping the bar down with it. "How's tonight been?" He shrugged, causing his tight work shirt to lift up, revealing a good two inches of skin. Cue half the girls in the club to stop breathing and gaze in his direction. He of course, seemed oblivious to the effect his shrug had had on the female population of Electro Coconut. "It's been alright I guess. I thought you didnt work tonight?" I sighed and cracked my knuckles, setting the washcloth down. "James called and said he needed me to work. So, here I am." Cliff made a noise. "Did he tell you why he needed you to work?" I raised my eyebrow. "No, why?" Cliff took my face in his hands. "Poppy, are you blind, or just a complete idiot?" I slapped his hands away. What the heck was that even supposed to mean? "What do you mean?" I said. He raised his eyebrow and gave me a look that said really? He was starting to scare me. What happened? Did one of the other employees die? Did I have spinach in my teeth? Was there a meteor spiraling towards the earth? He slapped his forehead. "Poppy, James has a huge crush on you. Has since the day you two met. Why do you think he hired you on the spot from a Laundromat and calls you in all the time on days you're not scheduled to work? It's because he likes you and wants you around." I laughed. It was a laughing matter. James is 34 and old enough to be my dad. Sort of. He would've had to have had me at a young age...but anyways. Im 20. Hello? I am no way attracted to james in that way. I mean, he is attractive. For a 34 year old guy. But hes more like a big brother to me than a relationship prospect. It's actually kind of creepy, now that I think about it. "That's ridiculous, Cliff. James does not like me. And even if he does, theres NO way thats happening. He's old." Cliff's mouth dropped. "Poppy dont be mean! He's not that old. And besides, you owe him your income. You could at least go out on a date with him." I shook my head, causing my hair to go everywhere. "No. The end." He shrugged. (cue breathless females) "Whatever you say, peanut."
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Who is this guy? Whats his deal? Is he on crack? Probably. Thats probably it. He's a crack head hobo. But if thats the case, then how did he get down here? Even if he'd come in through the bar he would'nt be able to get into the basement without a key. Unless someone had left it open. His icy blue eyes continued to stare at me, his mouth agape. He looked kind of like a developmentally delayed chipmunk with a broken nose. And crazy hair. I gasped, pointing behind him. "Look out behind you!"
In all the commotion and old ladder had slipped from the wall and was on its way down, about to land on his head. He looked around. "Huh?" Just as he said the word, the ladder crashed on his head, knocking him out cold.
Oh geeze. What do I do now? There's a crazy crackhead chipmunk man in drag in the basement of my job. How am I going to explain this to James? I looked around. What am I supposed to do with this guy? I don't know where he lives, or if he even has a house. The only option would be to take him home and wait for him to wake up so I can figure out what the heck he was doing down here in the first place...but he's kind of creepy looking...what if he tries to rape me in the middle of the night or steals all my clothes while Im sleeping?
I shrugged. It looked as if I was going to have some pretty heavy lifting in my near future. Oh man. How do I always get into such destructive situations? Only me.
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