Walk Through Hell
[18]
"LEEXIE!!" He screamed.
Why won't he stop?
"WHAT?!" I demanded, stopping at his table. "Jake, if you don't leave right now, I'm not coming home tonight."
"You wouldn't. Where's your manager? I don't think he would appreciate you being mean to a customer!" Jake slurred.
"Lexie, are you being mean to this customer?" my manager asked, on cue.
"Of course not sir, I wasn't--"
"No, man, she's great! Table 3 needs you!" Jake told him. My manager just smiled and walked off.
How the--
What--
GRAAAH!
"Well, since you're stuck with me now, I'll have the chicken fingers, a side of fries, some ranch dressing, a plate of pickles, and a small bowl of lemons."
"Dick, you want anything?" I said icily to Ricky.
He sheepishly grinned an apology to me and shook his head, no.
I walked off to place his order.
Don't get what's going on?
Well, I guess when the boys were having their little movie night, or whatever, Jake got a hold of the Jose Cuervo.
He's a pretty persuasive drunk, because him and Ricky are here.
Of course, Ricky's kind of soft on the topic of Sam.
I walked over to the bar.
"Awe, your little boyfriend's all broken up!" She smiled at me in a knowing way.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"You sound like a 13-year-old."
I groaned.
"How do I get him to go away?"
"Him? Or your feelings."
Now I glared. "You know, I hate you, right?"
"Love ya too, babe! Order's up." She nodded towards Jose behind me.
~*~
So here's how the rest of the night went at Jake's table:
Ricky didn't order anything, until I told him that if he didn't I'd kick him in the balls.
Jake called me over every five minutes to re-fill the ketchup [which he drank with his fries] or his drink, or bring him more napkins, or because he dropped his silverware on the floor [silverware with chicken fingers?] and needed more.
He practically followed me around with eyes.
A college student came in by himself, and smiled at me and said he liked my Strokes button [one of my pieces of "flair"] and Jake practically jumped down his throat.
He jumped up and zoomed over to me, slung his arm around my shoulder, and, here's the kicker,
"Baby, what time are you coming home tonight? The bed's never warm with out you!"
He proceeded to do this with every man that talked to me.
"Hey, honey, come over and get me when your shift is over. So I can take you home. Back to the place where we share a bed."
Well, geeze, Jake, why don't you stick a ring on my finger?
But finally I'm getting off.
And, since me and Jake came in separate cars, we leave in separate cars.
"Hurry your ass up, woman!" Sam called.
"I'm coming! Hold up a sec!"
I ran up to her and we got in her car.
"Why isn't Ricky taking you home?"
"A) I like you better. B) Jake rides home with him. C) I didn't give them their check, so they haven't gotten out yet." I flashed her a smile.
She put her key in the ignition.
K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k.
That was weird.
K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k. Die.
NOO!! Come on baby. Car, work, dammit!
She tried one more time, and--
Nothing.
"Damn it! Let's go back inside. Good thing Ricky's here."
Psht. Good thing, my ass.
"Hey, Rickyyyy?" Sam called.
"Heeeeey, Sammiiiii?" He called back.
"My car won't start."
"Need a jump?"
"No. I think it's dead. For the last time." She mimed a tear.
"Cool. We can give you a lift!"
And of course, him giving us a lift meant that I had to sit in the tiny back seat with Jake drooling on my shoulder while Sam and Ricky held hands in the front.
"Lexie, I love you." Jake slurred.
"No, you don't," I argued, peering out the window.
"Yes. I do, too! And you love me!"
"What makes you say that?" I asked, turning my head towards him slightly.
"Because. I just know. I can feel it."
"Whatever you say, hot stuff."
I proceeded to look out the window.
Sam's POV
"Soo... Friday, then?" He asked me, glowing behind the wheel.
"Yeah." I smiled.
"Lexie, I love you," we heard.
"No you don't." Lexie told him. Ricky glanced at me.
"Yes. I do, too! And you love me!"
"What makes you say that?" Wait... she didn't deny it?
"Because. I just know. I can feel it." I chuckled a little. Not enough for them to hear. I heard Ricky next to me let out a little laugh, too.
"Whatever you say, hot stuff."
I looked at Ricky, he looked back at me, and we smiled.
They're so cute, and they don't even realize it.
Ricky slid his hand in mine, and we drove them back to Jake's house.
Lexie's POV
"Alright, come on buddy," I gasped, dragging Jake up the stairs.
"You have such pretty eyes."
"Alright, into the room. WOAH! Not the wall, doorway, Jake!"
"And your hair. I like orange."
"Okay, lay down on the bed."
"Mmm. Your cheeks are so cute!"
"Arms up!" He held his arms up, and I slid his shirt off.
"This is getting sexy."
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off.
I'm not being dirty, pervs. It's time for him to sleep.
I sat back up on the bed, took off my work shirt, left on my tank top underneath, then kicked off my jeans and left my boy short underwear on.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.
"Mmm. You smell nice," he informed me.
"Err..." I wiggled, trying to get away.
"Jake?" I tried, looking up at him.
"Huh?" He looked down at me. "Your lips look..."
He pressed his lips against mine in a wet, sloppy, drunk kiss, then pulled away.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly.
Stuck, I just laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.
Why won't he stop?
"WHAT?!" I demanded, stopping at his table. "Jake, if you don't leave right now, I'm not coming home tonight."
"You wouldn't. Where's your manager? I don't think he would appreciate you being mean to a customer!" Jake slurred.
"Lexie, are you being mean to this customer?" my manager asked, on cue.
"Of course not sir, I wasn't--"
"No, man, she's great! Table 3 needs you!" Jake told him. My manager just smiled and walked off.
How the--
What--
GRAAAH!
"Well, since you're stuck with me now, I'll have the chicken fingers, a side of fries, some ranch dressing, a plate of pickles, and a small bowl of lemons."
"Dick, you want anything?" I said icily to Ricky.
He sheepishly grinned an apology to me and shook his head, no.
I walked off to place his order.
Don't get what's going on?
Well, I guess when the boys were having their little movie night, or whatever, Jake got a hold of the Jose Cuervo.
He's a pretty persuasive drunk, because him and Ricky are here.
Of course, Ricky's kind of soft on the topic of Sam.
I walked over to the bar.
"Awe, your little boyfriend's all broken up!" She smiled at me in a knowing way.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"You sound like a 13-year-old."
I groaned.
"How do I get him to go away?"
"Him? Or your feelings."
Now I glared. "You know, I hate you, right?"
"Love ya too, babe! Order's up." She nodded towards Jose behind me.
~*~
So here's how the rest of the night went at Jake's table:
Ricky didn't order anything, until I told him that if he didn't I'd kick him in the balls.
Jake called me over every five minutes to re-fill the ketchup [which he drank with his fries] or his drink, or bring him more napkins, or because he dropped his silverware on the floor [silverware with chicken fingers?] and needed more.
He practically followed me around with eyes.
A college student came in by himself, and smiled at me and said he liked my Strokes button [one of my pieces of "flair"] and Jake practically jumped down his throat.
He jumped up and zoomed over to me, slung his arm around my shoulder, and, here's the kicker,
"Baby, what time are you coming home tonight? The bed's never warm with out you!"
He proceeded to do this with every man that talked to me.
"Hey, honey, come over and get me when your shift is over. So I can take you home. Back to the place where we share a bed."
Well, geeze, Jake, why don't you stick a ring on my finger?
But finally I'm getting off.
And, since me and Jake came in separate cars, we leave in separate cars.
"Hurry your ass up, woman!" Sam called.
"I'm coming! Hold up a sec!"
I ran up to her and we got in her car.
"Why isn't Ricky taking you home?"
"A) I like you better. B) Jake rides home with him. C) I didn't give them their check, so they haven't gotten out yet." I flashed her a smile.
She put her key in the ignition.
K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k.
That was weird.
K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k. Die.
NOO!! Come on baby. Car, work, dammit!
She tried one more time, and--
Nothing.
"Damn it! Let's go back inside. Good thing Ricky's here."
Psht. Good thing, my ass.
"Hey, Rickyyyy?" Sam called.
"Heeeeey, Sammiiiii?" He called back.
"My car won't start."
"Need a jump?"
"No. I think it's dead. For the last time." She mimed a tear.
"Cool. We can give you a lift!"
And of course, him giving us a lift meant that I had to sit in the tiny back seat with Jake drooling on my shoulder while Sam and Ricky held hands in the front.
"Lexie, I love you." Jake slurred.
"No, you don't," I argued, peering out the window.
"Yes. I do, too! And you love me!"
"What makes you say that?" I asked, turning my head towards him slightly.
"Because. I just know. I can feel it."
"Whatever you say, hot stuff."
I proceeded to look out the window.
Sam's POV
"Soo... Friday, then?" He asked me, glowing behind the wheel.
"Yeah." I smiled.
"Lexie, I love you," we heard.
"No you don't." Lexie told him. Ricky glanced at me.
"Yes. I do, too! And you love me!"
"What makes you say that?" Wait... she didn't deny it?
"Because. I just know. I can feel it." I chuckled a little. Not enough for them to hear. I heard Ricky next to me let out a little laugh, too.
"Whatever you say, hot stuff."
I looked at Ricky, he looked back at me, and we smiled.
They're so cute, and they don't even realize it.
Ricky slid his hand in mine, and we drove them back to Jake's house.
Lexie's POV
"Alright, come on buddy," I gasped, dragging Jake up the stairs.
"You have such pretty eyes."
"Alright, into the room. WOAH! Not the wall, doorway, Jake!"
"And your hair. I like orange."
"Okay, lay down on the bed."
"Mmm. Your cheeks are so cute!"
"Arms up!" He held his arms up, and I slid his shirt off.
"This is getting sexy."
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off.
I'm not being dirty, pervs. It's time for him to sleep.
I sat back up on the bed, took off my work shirt, left on my tank top underneath, then kicked off my jeans and left my boy short underwear on.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.
"Mmm. You smell nice," he informed me.
"Err..." I wiggled, trying to get away.
"Jake?" I tried, looking up at him.
"Huh?" He looked down at me. "Your lips look..."
He pressed his lips against mine in a wet, sloppy, drunk kiss, then pulled away.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly.
Stuck, I just laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.