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Hello all! This is my nice little short story that I made up. It's based off an old story I wrote, but I cut it into little pieces, and stuck it in a bowl of ramen and mixed it up! Now it's even better! -- sorry that it's so...american-ized, but that's just what I got the vibe from. Hope you all enjoy! And please review! I need to know if I should continue it or not...--;;
-Natty
Valentine's Day IN HELL!!
Chapter 1: Valentine's Day Preparations
"HALEY EVANS!! Get your ass in here right now and get this order!!" I heard the woman's loud shriek from the kitchen. I looked at one of the cooks, Mrs. Keetch. I sighed, and finished my candy bar, and stuffed the wrapper in my pocket of my uniform pants.
Obviously, my name is Haley Evans, and I work at a small local restaurant, Keetch's Korner. The woman who was yelling at me is the wife of the owner and manager of the place, Mr. Keetch. When he isn't around, she's the head honcho.
"Keetch, I'm on my break, give me a few minutes, K?" I asked. She tapped her foot, and curled her index finger, as the sign of "get over here, right now." I sighed, and put my hands in my pockets, and kidishly kicked a stone in the graveled lot. She gave me space to get in through the door, and closed the door behind her, when we both entered through the back entrance of the kitchen.
"What is it, Miss?" I asked.
"Scott wants you to get his order in."
"Isn't Rae taking care of that order?" I asked.
"She's on her break." Keetch smirked devilish at me. I knew what she was up to. She knew I hated his guts. Scott Dawson... he thinks he's the big shot of the restaurant, because he's Keetch's little 18-year-old bitch. Meaning, her cook's assistant. Running fast errans, doing her simple stuff, and she'd even let him do a few orders.
Man, I remember when I was her assistant. Well, that was only for a day, when I burnt noodles onto the pan because I feel asleep while taking a quick break in the back.
But back on the subject, Scott and I have a really bad reputation of throwing fits for no apparent reason. He's just plain annoying! And he just loves to tease me. Calling me names, either refering to my height, or some other stupid reason. His favorite name right now is "Miss-Matter-of-fact". Corny, no?
Yeah sure, he's pretty damn cute, and c'mon, he's in a band! Bassist for a few bands here and there, and an awesome eyebrow piercing. Our town is known for our music, since it's so small, we pretty much have nothing else to do but have band practices and shows.
"EVANS! You listening to me?! SCOTT IS WAITING FOR YOU TO GET HIS ORDER!" Keetch yelled in my face.
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! Don't have a cow! I hope your baby won't pop out of your stomach because of your royal pissy-ness!" I yelled. Yeah, she was 5 months pregnant right now, and yeah, she doesn't really care if we yell at her. She likes it when people have a spunky attitude. I walked to the end of the long kitchen, and met up with the very tall, and BODACIOUS, but very cocky, Scott.
"Where the hell is Rae to take your order, Mr. Retard?" I asked. He turned around, and had his usual smug smile on his face.
"She's out on break. You're gonna fill in, Ms. Matter-of-fact!" He said, handing me a tray of orders.
"Which table?" I asked.
"Er...10 I think. Go get em' tiger." He said, patting my head, and pushing me out the door.
Yep, I think that's the longest conversation I've ever had with him. That just shows you what our relationship is. Bitchy, and strait to the point. Well, it was going to change when Mr. Keetch told us the big news later that night.
"We're having a Valentine's Day party for the locals, and we'll need as many people to work on this as we can. Mrs. Keetch is going to see if she can find any more chefs for this event, to help in the kitchen. And we'll need to find decorators to sparkle up the place. So that's it. Good night." Mr. Keetch said. Mrs. Keetch grabbed me and Scott by the shoulder, and lead us to a table.
"You two. I need you both to work together on this party."
"WHAT?!" Scott yelled.
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!!" I yelled.
"Haley, I know you can cook, and Scott, I know you can too. Everyone's going to be so busy trying to get the catering done, that we need you two to make the desserts before the party begins, so that everyone will have time to take orders during the party."
"But Miss! You can't be serious! We can't work together, we--" Scott tried to talk, but Mrs. Keetch gave him a hard glare.
"You two will work together, during work and free hours. Don't try and hide the fact that you both live in the same apartments." She said, glaring at us both. I gulped nervously.
"Now you two will do this. I'll give you a list of things to prepare, and you better have them ready by Saturday. And then get here an hour earlier then normal work time, and get those dishes done before we need the kitchen for the rest of the night." She ordered. We nodded. I was afraid of getting on Keetch's bad side, since she was already on the bad side of her moodswings.
"Great, see you two tomorrow." She said happily. We all got up from the table, and got ready to get off work for the night. Ok, now...this sucked.
After I was done loading my equiptment into my truck, Tom and Jeremy came out of Tom's house, and loaded into the truck.
"So Scotty-boy, you going to the Ex-Valentine Show, or what?" Jeremy asked. I sighed, and hit the steering wheel.
Jeremy was more the loner type in our current band, Black Top Coalition, but he could be cool, if he spoke up more often. But he's the guitarist, and vocals. The girls want him, but he's already got a girlfriend, Kelsey.
"Shit, I just remembered about that. Nah, I can't... I have this stupid party I have to cater at work..."
"No fuckn' way! You're bailing out on an awesome show, just to cook for old people?!" Tom whined.
Tom was more of the 'ladies man' wannabe, and he's the drummer. Pretty much all he he thinks about is girls and sex, or, music. Yeah, he has a pet peeve about old stinky people...
"Yeah, I have to. This depends on my job! Keetch says if I do a good job, I'll be her apprentice, and I'll get to learn how to manage the kitchen! It's a great oppurtunity--"
"Oppurtunity, Shpopurtunity! This show is going to be badass! You totally suck!" Tom yelled.
"Hey, screw you! You don't have to suffer with that chick that always throws a fit for everything that I do...! What's her name...uh...Haley? Yeah..." I said.
"DAMN! That chick's hot though! Why'd you want to pass that up!? Screw the Valentine show, I'd rather cook something up with HER!" Tom laughed, and patted me on the shoulder. I grunted, and drove into my apartment building.
"WOAH!" Tom yelled. I stopped the car, and saw someone goggle-eyed standing in front of my car. It was that damned girl!
"DAMMIT RETARD! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!!" Haley yelled. Tom smacked me upside my head.
"You almost ran over the hot girl! Dumbass!" He said. I turned around and gave him a view of my fist.
"Shut up Tom, or you'll see this fist in your face!" I yelled. I got out of the car, and walked up to her.
"You ok? My friend was having a fit, and I didn't notice you in the way, are you hurt?" I asked. Haley shook her head.
"Ok, sorry about that. Um, I guess I'll see you at work then..." I said.
"Yeah...whatever retard..." She mumbled, turning around.
"Okie dokie, Ms. Matter-of-fact!" I said. I heard a laugh, and I rubbed my smile away. She walked in the direction where she was heading, and I hopped back into the car. I drove only 10 yards, and then I remembered something. Today was Friday.
"FUCK!" I yelled. I put my car into reverse, and drove around the apartments, and found her still walking to her apartment. I ran out, and caught up to her.
"We...need...to..."
"Huh? Yo habla no engles, señor!" She said to me. I rose an eyebrow.
"Haha, funny. Do you have any idea what day it is?! AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED PREPARING THE ITEMS FOR THE PARTY!?" I yelled at her. Her eyes grew wide, and she put her hand over her mouth.
"My god...you actually REMEMBERED? I give you a cookie and a pat on the back." She said, patting my head. She was so short, she had to get on her tip toes for her hand to reach my head.
"Yeah yeah, now I've gotta take my friends back, and then we'll run to the store to get the supplies..."
"They could help." She said, looking at my friends that were waving at her from the car. I looked back at them, and back at her, and laughed.
"Them? Help? They don't even know how to boil water!" I laughed.
"Getting supplies, I meant." She said, bluntly. I rubbed my chin.
Later at the grocery store...
"So...Haley... how about we go to the frozen food section and--"
"Think again, perv." Haley said, not looking at Tom. I laughed to myself. Jeremy came back with two big bags of sugar.
"I got lots of sugar!" He said, putting it in the cart. Tom looked up ahead, and saw a "Caution: Slippery When Wet" sign, and pointed at it.
"Slippy time!" He yelled, running full speed at the sign, in the isolated isle of the store. He stopped, and slid about 2 feet across the floor.
"Are you sure he's 18?" Haley asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"He has a 5 year old split personality." I said. Haley said nothing, and continued to look at the shelves for ingredients. But there was a loud clatter, and we both fell down, ass first.
"Dammit... stupid slippery floors." I mumbled. Haley got up slowly, straitening her back, and held out her hand to me. I looked at it, and got up by myself.
"Fine... I was trying to help..." She grunted, and put her hands in her plaid blue jacket. I was intrigued by her black shirt that had an old fashioned looking microphone coming out of a star, which was a familiar band shirt. And she had pen-drawn x-box and playstation console pictures on her purse, with band buttons. I gave a small snort, and continued to scan through the isle.
"I don't need help." I said to her. I heard her yawn. Then Tom pushed down on my shoulders from behind.
"WE DONE YET?! I'm booooooooooored!!" He yelled in my ear. My reflex ended with Tom breathing for air, and holding his stomach in pain.
"No, we're not done yet. Now stop your damn whining!" I yelled. I glanced at Haley, who was staring at Tom on the ground. Then she bursted out laughing, and had to hold herself up on the shelves of food. Jeremy then came back again with flour.
"Hey... what's everyone laughing about...?" He asked. Tom got up, and glared at me, but all I could do was smile. Then I looked at Haley, and she smiled at me...What? She... smiled at me? WHAT A FEAT! MY GOD I THINK SHE'S ACTUALLY NICE! I mean, yeah, she has been in a good mood all this time at the grocery store, and nothing bad has happened... I think this just might be a start to a better future. Yayyyy no more nagging from the Miss-Matter-of-Fact!
Natty
