Sentence Me to Another Life

Okay, maybe I'm kind of confused.

Okay, maybe I am interested in Brendon. Maybe.

I've been thinking. I have interest in women. But I think I also have interest in men.

So that makes me bi? Even if it's only Brendon, no other man?

Well, I'm officially crazy. Fucking Brendon, the kid who I work with who is always hyper and bugging the shit out of me.

Whatever, I'll think about this. It's not like I'll ever be with him because Keltie, y'know.

I stood up, lunch break should be over soon. Brendon was serving someone, he is going to have a later lunch break because we need a waiter on duty always even if no there are no customers.

Wait. Did I just hear laughing? When Brendon was supposed to be with a customer?

No, Ryan. Don't stand up and walk over there. Don't you dare -

I dare.

Yes, Brendon is with a customer. Tall, brown hair, looks like blue eyes. He makes Brendon look small. They're looking at each other and laughing, I don't even know what about and neither do I care if he is going to flirty with people in front of me. Maybe he is trying to make me jealous, maybe he is a slut in his private life. I don't know or care.

Brendon notices me, "Hey Ryan." He smiles and tears away eye contact from this guy.

"You can go have your lunch break now, Bren," I tell him. And oh, I called him Bren instead of Brendon. Fantastic. But he looks like he barely notices.

"That's okay, you can take a longer break if you want. You're so damn skinny, you should eat more." He laughs, turning back to those blue eyes.

Well, fuck him. If he doesn't want me, but instead would rather have this guy, he can have him. And it isn't my fault I never gain weight, would he rather have me fat? Or does he just not care?

I look at the clock, my shift should be ending in an hour. All I have to do is wait an hour. I look back over at Brendon, which I regret, to see him batting his eyelashes. Batting his eyelashes.

Well, he if he hadn't come out to me yet I would have certainly thought he was the straightest man on the planet.

As soon as we make some progress, when he actually looked like less of a hyper child, he finds someone new.

I have Keltie. I don't need this. We're perfect together. Why am I even thinking about him when I have Keltie, a pretty, successful dancer?

I go back to a booth to sit and wait for him to finish. I admit, he may make me mad, but I'm not going to work when I don't have to.