Heyyyy another short story for you guys.  Right now, I’m not quite sure how much I like it, but that’s why I have you all… to tell me what you think.  So leave a review and let me know.

Worst Day Ever

K. Schaaf

And I feel like
I’m living the worst day
Over and over again
And I feel like the summer is leaving again

I feel like
I’m living the worst day
I feel like you’re gone
And every day is the worst day ever

Have you ever had one of those days when it feels like absolutely nothing was going right?  I was right in the middle of one, and nothing seemed to be getting any better.  I wondered how much damage I’d cause before the day was done.

My name is Eden.  I’m nineteen years old and I still live at home with my parents and ass of a twin brother, Jake.

Prior to today, I had worked two full time jobs all summer.  I figured eighty hours a week would be good enough for my family, but no, apparently not, because all I hear when I come home is how proud they are of Jake, how Jake has his priorities in order, how Jake has life figured out.

Jake still sleeps with his baby blanket.  I don’t know what kinda fucked up priorities my parents have.

But yes, I did say up to today, I had two jobs.  Sometimes things just get too stressful, and there’s got to be some way to deal with that.

I had been working in a nursing home as a nursing assistant.  I hated it from the moment I started, but it was the only way my parents would allow me to bartend at a local club—something I actually enjoyed doing—so I allowed myself to suffer.  It was only for the summer anyway.

But my last straw had come today when bitchy old Greta Thompson threw her bedpan at me.  Soaked in piss, I had ran hysterically to my boss, proceeded to throw the bedpan at him, and ran out the door.

Instead of feeling regret over losing a job that paid me nearly thirteen dollars an hour, I felt more relaxed and free than I had in months.

When I returned home, smelling like piss and grinning like a madwoman, my parents perhaps had their final straw.

“Eden,” my mother said sternly.  I turned to her, unable to wipe the grin off my face, “Why are you home so early?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe because I’m covered in piss?”

“Well, change and go back,” my father said.

“Nah,” I took a step towards the stairs, “I’m actually gonna take a shower and go down to the lake.”

“You will do no such thing!”  My mother practically screamed at me, “You are going to return to your job.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Mom, shut up.  I no longer have a job there.  I quit.”

“You did what?!”  Now it was my father’s turn to yell.  Normally I hated when they yelled at me, but I was far too amused at the present moment to even take much notice.

“I quit.”

They were both silently fuming.  It was quite a feat, to push them so far into their anger that they had nothing more to say.

“But I smell, so I’m going to go take a shower.”

“You might as well start packing,” my mother spoke up finally, “and find someplace else to live.  If you can’t keep a job, you can’t continue to live here.”

I was stunned into silence this time.  I quit a job that I hated and now I was getting kicked out of my house?  What the fuck?

I chose not to respond, I just continued to the shower.  I wasn’t going to let them get the best of me.

Yesterday was the worst day ever
And tomorrow won’t be better
It’s history repeating
Summer plans are gone forever
I traded them in for dishpan water
And every day is never ending
I need to work I’m always spending

It had taken me less than an hour to find somewhere I could stay.  My best friend’s cousin had been looking for a roommate and it just so happened that I had enough money to live there at least for a couple of months until I could figure out what I was going to do.  I had certainly wiped the smug looks right off my parents’ faces with that.

“Getting kicked out, eh sis?”  Jake smirked from the doorway of my bedroom.

I rolled my eyes, “It would seem that way.”

“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” he plopped down on my bed, right on a bunch of insurance papers I had put there under the assumption that they wouldn’t be crumpled.  It took more self-control than I had not to punch him.

“What’s that?”

“That you can work two jobs, quit one, and get kicked out of the house.  While I can do nothing but fuck all summer, constantly receive money from Mom and Dad, and I’m still here,” he laughed.  I was inches away from punching that smirk right off his face, although I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know that he got to me.

“You just wait,” I smiled, “I’m not gonna be here for them to rag on… you’re the only one left.”

“And they’ll be happier about that than you could ever imagine,” his smirk got wider.

That was it.  I figured after hitting my boss in the head with a bedpan and getting kicked out of my house, I didn’t really have much else to lose.  I swung my fist at him and it connected perfectly with his nose.  Blood slowly began leaking out.

“You might wanna clean that up,” I grinned.

He gave me the finger before rolling off my bed.

“What happened to you, dude?”  Jake’s best friend Matt asked from the doorway.

“Walked into the door,” he glared at me one more time before heading to the bathroom.

Did I mention that Matt is the most gorgeous man to have ever graced this green earth?  He has soft sandy blonde hair, beautiful sky blue eyes, and the most amazing body I had ever seen.  Ever.  I’d been in love with him since tenth grade.

“You did that to him?”  Matt inquired and sat down on my bed.  He unconsciously straightened the papers my dick of a brother had just been sitting on.

I laughed, “He deserved it.”

“No doubt,” he snickered, “But I didn’t know you had it in ya.”

I smiled, “You try living with him for nineteen years.”

He grinned, but didn’t speak for a while.  “You moving?”  he finally spoke up.

I snickered, “Got kicked out.”

“What?!”

I proceeded to tell him the entire story of what had, up until this point, been the worst—although most freeing—day I had ever experienced.

He was howling with laughter by the time I was finished.  “You threw the bedpan at your boss?!”

His laughter was so contagious that I couldn’t help but laugh with him.  I stood up to grab a few pictures off my shelf.  I smiled at one of him and me, when we were younger.  When everything was so much easier. 

“You try being covered in piss and having him tell you to get back to work!”  I said.

“You got anything for me?  Any hidden secrets that might make you explode?” his smiled widened.

“I’m in love with you,” I admitted, and fully intended to say it.  At this point, what did I have to lose anymore?

 His blue eyes widened, but his smile didn’t fade.  In fact, before I even knew what happening, he was standing in front of me, his lips just centimeters from mine.

“Prove it,” he whispered.

So I did.  I kissed him, very lightly and very softly, until I felt the goosebumps appear on the back of his neck.  He pulled away just slightly, his eyes sparkling so amazingly, before pulling me close again, indulging in a few slightly lengthier kisses.

“What the fuck?!”  Jake exclaimed from the doorway.  Before I had the chance to react, Matt had kicked the door shut with his foot, not pulling from me at all.

Worst day ever? 

Maybe not.

The song, “Worst Day Ever” by Simple Plan.  It inspired this story for me.