I Don't Wanna be the Blame[William Beckett]01

"Hello." I smiled waving at them lightly. "How are you today?" I muttered grabbing the slick, colorful menus from behind me as I smiled at the group of five men talking amoungst one another. A tall man with long dark hair waved, he was my hieght.

"Five." He smiled at me as I nodded lightly, with a forced smile. "Near the back if you don't mind." Nodding I laughed softly.

"Sure thing, this way." I muttered heading back through the rather full reasturant to a large rounded booth near the back and set out their menus as they slid in. "I'm Ryain, I'll be your server, is there anything I can get for you know? Drinks?" I muttered the one in the back middle lifted a hand pushing his light brown wavey hair out of his face and almost pitch black eyes.

"Beer!" he stated the other four laughed as the one with long dark hair leaned over to me.

"He'll take a lemonade." He stated patting my shoulder lightly as I stood there looking down at the booth slight. In the resturant the booths were raised, but do to my height it wasn't much of a difference to the customers if they weren't raised. I didn't understand why they were ordering for him, he was a full grown man, possibly one that just turned twenty-one by the demand of beer.

"Bite me! It's my birthday, it's bad enough you told me I could pick the place, and I did, but we ended up here instead of Ihop!" He froze and looked at me. "No offence." he gasped quickly raising his hands at me startled. Most people don't like pissing off red-headed amazon of a women.

"None taken." I laughed lightly pulling out my note-pad. "I prefer IHop too." I added and looked at them. "So... birfday boy," I muttered watching his cheeks tint a soft pink color. "What do you want to drink?"

"Lemonade!!" the four others gasped as he opened his mouth. He sank in his seat.

"What 'ever I don't care." He sighed nodding I looked at his friend.

"And you four?" There was a respons of two cokes, one spite and one rootbeer. Nodding I stepped back placing my pad and paper away. "Alright, I'll be right back with those, if you need anything just let me know." I smiled wandering off to get the drinks. Placing the drinks on the tray I wandered back to them setting down four lenomades and a beer.

"Ummm..." All four muttered as the birthday boy laughed a hand over his smiling face as the others examinded there face.

"That's four lenomades and one beer. anything else I can get you?" I smiled at them proudly. Why yes, thank-you I can be a bitch.

"Thanks." The birthday boy smiled at me lifting his beer and taking a small sip. Leaning over to the long dark haired boy with a smile.

"This isn't fair." The man with short curly hair atop his head and a deep frown.

"Don't worry, Karma's a bitch." I whispered as I passed the to the table just behind them as the women called me over. "Hi, what can I do for you?" I smiled seeing the two staring at me a bit startled the birthday boy and other half of the table staring at there friends confused and questioning what was going on.

"Can we get some more ketchup?" She smiled sheepishly holding u pthe empty bottle.

"Sure thing." I smiled taking the empty bottle and heading to the back and replacing the empty bottle with a full one that was open. Heading back out I passed it to her and wandered to a different table smiling at them. After about thrity minutes I headed back tothe boys rowdy table. "Figure out what you want?" I asked pulling out my note-pad smiling at them. As I wrote down their orders I smiled at the birthday boy, he was rather cute. "Alright, they'll be right out." I smiled heading to the back. Placing the order down on the table number I hit the red button turning on the yellow light.

"We got a birthday!"

"We Got a birthday! Table 38!" I listened to it ring out through the kitchen. As Andrew wandered over. "How old sweety?"

"Twenty-one? Was quick to order a beer, but is very shy on the fact that it's his birthday." I stated shrugging lightly as he nodded. "He's the middle one, chin length wavey brown hair, bright red sweater." I stated he nodded.

"He's barlegal!!" Andrew called smiling a sweet, grandfatherly smile at me. "Thanks Princess." Glaring he laughed. "I'll always call you princess, and you'll miss it when I'm gone."

"Yeah, but your not going anywhere any time soon, your not even sixty. Your' hardly fifty-two." I shot back grabbing a tray for a different table of mine. Passing the laughing table I smiled at them as they waved lightly. I think they were plotting what I was going to do. They'd never guess it unless they noticed the light on the wall behind there head had suddenly lit up and knew thay ment when I hit the back button again taking them there food and special birthday dish all the other employee's should go. But, I dought any of them have ever worked in Here.

"Here you go." I muttered placing the food down and smiled at the tiny little girl with big eyes smiling up at me. "Do you need anything?" I asked tucking the tray under my arm as they all got their food.

"No thank-you though."

"If you need anything, jsut let me know." I smiled they nodded. My jobs rather redundent. I need a clicker to count how manytimes I say 'can I help you?' or 'if you need anything, let me know.' I bet it's in the thousands or somewhere close to it.

"Excuse me!" Stopping I turned the table full of five guys. "Can I ask you something... Ran?"

"It's Ryaine." I muttered licking my lips a bit annoyed. He grimaced.

"Sorry, I was close though!" he laughed pointing at me. I bit my tounge.

"What'd you wanna know?" I asked as sweet as possible, it was rather hard to bite back rude, snyde remarks when your use to saying them all day long at home.

"How hold are you?"

"May I ask why?" I muttered folding my hands neatly infront of me, confused. They all glanced at each other, then at the red bithday boy.

"No reason." They all stated, I laughed softly covering my mouth.

"Then there is no reason for me to give such personal information." I stated before turning around and heading back into the kitchen. "is it ready?" I asked looking at the five orders of food.

"Give me a moment princess." Andrew called.

"Then I'll take them there food right now." I muttered grabbing the tray and heading back out.

"Ninteen?" I paused in passing out the food.

"Higher." I muttered relasing they were guessing my age. THey all nodded.

"Twenty?" Shaking my head they grunted. "Twenty-one?"

"Can I get you anything else?" I asked holding the tray against my chest lightly.

"So you are twenty-one!" Laughing I shook my head.

"Nope." I stated they glared at me. "Older." I stated stepping back and heading to the kitchen.

"JUST TELL US!!" glacning back at them I stopped narrowing my eyes at them confused. Wandering back I stopped.

"What?" I muttered lightly.

"Just tell us please." THey begged.

"I'm...I was born in the earlier 80's." I stated they grunted.

"Thats no help!" Shrugging lightly I licked my lips.

"My age shouldn't concern you." I stated walking away and back into the kitchen slidding the large sunday onto the tray and hitting the button, the light changed form yellow to red. Turning I waited as a ringing alarm went off. The soft sound of everyone working singing happybirthday rang out and I headed back to the table through the crowd of workers and set the sunday down watching the man sink in his seat, hands over his face- which I assume is bright red. "Happy birthday." I stated as everyone wandered off and the light above their head turned off.

"You suck." The birthday boy gasped.

"I love Karma!" the otehr four gasped as they gave one another high-fives.

"Never guess a women's age, it's bad for karma." I stated watching their faces drop. "Let me know if you need anything, and you should never say the B word in here." I smiled walking off. They never tried to guess my age again and never tried to bug me really on things that didn't envolve their meal. "Bye Andrew." I stated waving as I wandered out the back door waving at him lightly. He waved back muttering something as I headed down the street walking towards home, where I got to go from boring to living hell with Emily.

The wind pulled and tugged at my hair as I wandered along the dark streets. I waved at the man sitting on the street corner just outside my apartment building.

"Hey Ernie." I smiled pulling out a dollar as he handed my the news paper. "Thanks." I stated walking away, not even getting my change. He needed the extra fifty cents more than I did, I had a better paying job than he did.

Flipping open the paper as I stepped into the elevator I went straight to the world news, the Death toll in China was up, our economy was quickly dropping into a depression and Europe was having worse gas problems than us and whinning much less than us.

The door opened and I wandered out and down the hall still reading the paper as I went. I could hear pounding music from behind the thick door of my apartment and growned as I unlocked it stil lstaring at the paper, scanning the dark, slightly smudged print on the grey textured paper. Glancing up at the party I stood by the door with it open while reaching into my purse pulling out a small air horn, I prefer air horns over Pepper spray for defens in Chicago- most pervs are use to pepper spray. Pushing the button everyone froze.

"Out. Now." I hissed EMily stepped forward laughing at me in my clandestine light blue "warm bat" baby rib shirt, and do to the fact my torso is twice as long as hers she was wearing it as a dress with a pair of red fuck-me-pumps and her hair up in a messy manor like I normal put mine up in. She looked rathe punk or scene, which was different. "What the crap..." I whispered as she huffed at me.

"This is my place too." She shot as I licked my lips as I wandered throug hthe house to my room, un-locking the door and dropping my green lather purse in the door. Turning around to face her again I smiled lightly. "So no ones leav-" I put the air-horn in her face htting the button.

"Listen here barbie. First... please be wearing something under that because I don't want my shirt tanted. And yes it's mine, there is yellow paint on the end of the right sleeve." She lifted it looking at the yellow paint on the end of the light blue sleeve. "Secondly... I will hurt you. I'm tiered, and dirty, I've had to deal with a bunch of morons today- known as the public, which I'm sure you wouldn't be able to handle barbie because, believe it or not, you have to be nice to them. That's probably why you can't hold a job. Thirdly, Because of this mysterious thing known as the public I'm deciding, as of now," I smiled at her placing my hands together infront of my face as I gave her a snyde smile. "To take it out on you and anyone else left in this room in the next two minutes." I muttered. "And I'm pretty sure you'll be alone." I stated noting that people were quickly leaving as her mouth hung open. "I've had to be nice all day and I don't feel like being nice to you miss fake, pop princess." She galred at me shift her weight.

"Pete!!" She whined turning to the group. "You'll stay right?" My eyes lifted to Pete Wentz and Andy Hurly trying to duck out.

"See ya dude." Andy mutteredpatting his friends should before quickly slipping out the door with everyone else not brave enough to stick around.

"umm.. .actually Babe, I've got things to-" Emily cut him off by throwing her arms around his neck and pouting up at him.

"I'll give you fifty dollars to wisk her away." I stated staring at them, not to amazedthat one of my favorite bands member was standing in my living room. His dark eyes wide and focusing on me. "Sixty." I stated tipping my head sideways. "You'll be saving her life." I chimmed in as Emily turned to me and lifted her hand. Pressing the button on the air horn she stumbled backwards startled. "Come on dude, you know you want to." I smiled at him.

"Ummm..." He muttered as Emily put a finger in her ear trying to get the hearing back in it.

"You are such a bitch!" Emily scoffed at me, the room froze of whowas left in it.

"Look who's talking. I pay most the rent yet you have enough to buy ugly as furniture and nasty as food you don't even eat and I can't even put up any of my paintings because thereI quote- Their Nasty and discusting and there is no way in heaven or hell the nasty ugly thing our going up- end quote." I stated and lifted the air horn blowing it in her face again. "I can do this all night, I have no problem with it." I glanced at Pete Wentz and sighed. "You wont take sixty when she's only worth a quarter." Emily gasped arms and shoulder ridged.

"If I'm only worth and quarter, as you say, then why are you giving him more?!" She screamed at me, it was now just the three of us standing in the living room by my bedroom door.

"So he can pay for the medical treatment to get rid of what ever sexually transmitted disease you have." I muttered flatly at her as Pete snorted hand over his mouth when Emily turned to him.

"I um..." Emily and I both focused on him. This would prove if I could really paun my roommate off on guys. "What's your name?" He asked pointing at me with a smile as he licked his lips before bitting the bottom one.

"Ryaine." I muttered a bit confused as he nodded.

"YOur interesting, I like you." He stated and patted EMily on the shoulder. "I'll see you later.

"I'll give you a ninty!!" I yeleld as he exited the open door. "one-fifty!" I screamed as the door closed softly. "Frick!" I huffed blowing the horn in Emily's face again before turning around and heading into my room slamming the door and locking it.

"I HATE YOU!!" She screamed.

"MOVE OUT!!"

"NEVER!! I LIKE IT HERE OTHER THAN YOU!!"

"LIKE WISE SATAN!"

"I'm Not SANTA!!" SLapping my for head I sighed deeply as I sank into my bed and grabbed my guitar. Why did I have to get a stupid, whore of a roommate? And why am I only stuck with Tom as a friend?

I've decided my life sucks.