Thunderstorms Could Never Stop Me

Reality: Where cold souls and unwelcoming eyes are normal. Where nothing is easy and everything's expensive. And who am I except another person, who breathes and pollutes this air. And so I start my routine. Wake up. Coffee. Shower. Coffee. Dress. Catch Cab. Run into bar. Throw on apron. Work 8 merciless hours. Call Jesse. Drink. Sleep. Repeat. Little did I know, I was ment for more.

Bzzzzzt... Bzzzzzt... Click

"Hello?" My voice shook with grogginess

"Kellin? Wake up!!"

It's Jess. what does she want, I'm sleeping, sigh.

"What Jess? What is it?"

"Nothing," I heard her smile. "Your alarm will be going off in a few, have a good day! Call me after your shift, I have a surprise!"

"Yeah, yeah." Click. Sigh. Another day. I don't feel like showering. Okay, then black t-shirt and skinnies it is. I threw on me clothes, then rinsed my face. Threw my hair back. It shimmers red in the light, though it's black. Smoothed some chapstick over my lips. Slipped on my vans and a northface jacket and headed out. It's 9 am. Bar by night, restaurant by day. This job sucks, I set up, run around and put away everything. Yes, I'm quite the downer on stuff.

Some guy bumps into me.
"Sorry miss..." he mumbles
I catch a cab and run into Mick's Bar and Grill, Mickey owns the joint. He's training a newby today, and apparently he's my age, 23. Just as I'm walking to my place behind the bar and slipping a clear labret into my monroe, Mickey walks over with his new-hire.

"Kellin, this is Beau. Beau, this is Kellin." Mick pointed us to one another.

"Hey..." I mumbled uninterestedly.

Beau stood there, quiet as can be. Mick waved his hand dismissively.

"Beau will be working with you, Kelli."

I put a rag in Beau's hands, and smiled sarcastically. "Then lets get to it, clean the counters."

Mick just sighed and patter Beau on the back.

"I promise, she'll grow on you." he said.

"Right," I rolled my eyes. "because people just love me."

"Try smiling and laying off the sarcasm," Mick firmly suggested "It couldn't hurt."

"Mick, when people come to me and ask for alcohol, they don't want sympathy. They want their drinks." I walked away to clean

Beau came over to me, almost cautiously. I tried to ignore him, but then he said something so bold, I was shocked.

"Why doesn't he fire you." he said. His light brown eyes, hardened into bronze.

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"Well, why? You're disrespectful, unpleasant and downright horrible. If I were him, you'd be gone already."

"I can't wait until you're gone."

"See, There it is. Are you depressed? Suicidal? Poor? Hungry? Bulimic? What's your problem?"

"Hungry, yes. Everything else, no."

"Can I suggest something?"

"I have a feeling that even if I say no, you'll still talk."

"True. Anyway, loosen up. Smile, have fun, something. You work in a cool place, have a cool boss, you're not poor or depressed, your life is good."

"Whatever man, you don't know me."

"But I know Jesse,"

I stopped, "How."

"I'm an old family friend, me and her, we grew up together. I just moved here."

"Okay, well as fun as this is, we're opening soon, so shut it."

I worked throughout the day with even more of a sour attitude. When I left to go home I called Jesse.

"Jesse here!"

"It's me."

"Oh! Come straight to our apartment, surprise time!"

"Okay." Click.

As I slid my key into the door and opened it, I was tired of surprises I thought. But what was waiting on the other side was just wrong.