Author: WhenItRains PM
Valentine’s Day is not fun for me, and when I woke up on my 19th Valentine’s Day, I knew this one wouldn’t be any different than all the others and everything was going to go wrong. I was right, but then suddenly everything went right. One-shot. Edited!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Words: 2,677 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 41 - Follows: 1 - Published: 02-16-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2476311
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Valentine's Day is not fun for me. Every year, something went wrong, like the year I glued my fingers together. Or when I tore my skirt at the dance. My favorite one was when my crush sent me a card that said I stank. But the one that took the cake was when my boyfriend called me at 5:00 in the morning to tell me that he wanted to break up. And when I woke up on my 19th Valentine's Day, I knew this one wouldn't be any different all the others. Valentine's Day was going to be the day I died.
I set my alarm clock for 6:00 so I could get ready for work and be there by 6:50. I always made sure I was ten minutes early so my boss wouldn't yell at me for being late when I arrived at 7:01.
Unfortunately, when I woke up to my Mom's calls, I realized that I had slept in til 6:39. I had twenty minutes before I was considered late.
Cursing my luck, I jump out of bed as fast as I could, getting my foot entangled in my sheets and falling flat on my face. Not taking the time to feel the hurt, I scrambled off the floor. I had no time to take a shower, so I just threw on some clothes, pulled my hair into a ponytail and hoped nobody could.
I threw open the door, trying to calculate how late I would be if I left right now when something cold and wet splashed all over me. I stood under my doorway in shock, my mouth wide open. "Ethan!" I screamed as loud as I could.
My little brother walked by me and snickered. "When most people take showers, they take off their clothes."
I sent him the deadliest glare I could and then went back into my room to change out of my wet clothes and into new ones. It was inevitable that I was going to be late now.
I ran downstairs, nearly tripping and started for the door.
"You're not going to have breakfast?" Mom asked as I ran past her.
"No time," I said, grabbing my jacket.. "Love you," I said and ran out the door.
After having to go back into the house to get my car keys, I tried to start the car, but it just made clicking noises. "Crap, not today."
I ran back into the house for the second time.
"Mom, can I use your car, mine won't start."
"Sorry," she said, "Ethan's taking it today."
"What happened to his ride?" I asked, panicking.
"Noah's car is in the shop," Ethan said.
"Can't you walk?" I asked desperately. "I'm late for work."
"And I'll be late for school if I let you," he said.
"Christine, if you promise to pick him up after school, I'll let you take him to school and you can have the car," Mom said.
"But Mom!" Ethan complained.
"It'll take forever to get to his school and back," I said.
Mom shrugged. "I'm sorry."
Frustrated, I stormed out of the house. It was February and still freezing, but I figured I'd get to work faster if I rode my bike than if I drove Ethan to school.
By the time I got there, my face was freezing and it was 7:17. I was dead meat.
"Christine!" my boss Patrick yelled the second I was in the door. "Where have you been? You're twenty minutes late! You're lucky I'm in a good mood or you'd be fired."
I cringed as I put my hat and apron on. One of my coworkers, Andrew, leaned over to me and whispered, "The only reason he hasn't fired you is because he already fired Mary and Carter."
"Mary and Carter?" I asked surprised and trying to ignore how close he was. It wasn't hard to notice how good looking Andrew was.
He nodded. "He caught them making out in the freezer. You know how he is with that stuff."
I watched him walk away, my eyes wide. Carter has been the assistant manager and Mary one of the goody-two-shoes that never got in trouble. It was hard enough to believe that they'd been kissing, but even harder to believe that Patrick fired his favorite employee. He was in a very bad mood.
"Christine, quit standing there and get to work!" Patrick snapped.
I immediately got to work. Since it was morning and I was working in an ice cream shop in the middle of February, we had no costumers for the first twenty minutes of my shift. I washed tables even though they were already washed and mopped the floor. I didn't want Patrick to find any reason to fire me for just standing around. Apparently Andrew did not share my feelings as he leaned on the counter, watching me.
"Don't you have work to do?" I snapped, unnerved that he didn't take his eyes off me the whole time.
He looked around. "Nope. It's all pretty much done. I don't know what you're doing because I already wiped the tables and mopped the floor."
"I'd rather not get on Patrick's bad side."
Just then the door dinged and a happy looking couple walked in. I forced a smile on my face to make them feel welcome.
"Good morning," Andrew and I said at the same time. He smirked at me before turning to our new customers. "How can I help you?"
I continued with my pointless washing for a while as a few more couple walked in. It was a little disappointing to see so many people look happy with each other when I couldn't even keep a jerk of a boyfriend.
The second that thought passed through my brain, he walked in with a beautiful woman on his arm.
Roger had been a horrible boyfriend, always cheating on me and treating me like crap. But I wanted a boyfriend so badly that I just took what I got. After he broke up with me, my best friend Kaylee pointed out how stupid our relationship was it embarrasses me just to think about our relationship. Which was why I was trying to hide.
"What are you doing?" Andrew asked.
I put a finger to my lips just as I heard Roger say, "Excuse me, we'd like to order."
Andrew gave me a look, but didn't say another word as he took Roger's order.
I was hoping Patrick wouldn't come out of the freezer, where he'd disappeared just before Roger walked in, until I had a way to make sure Roger wasn't going to see me. But today was Valentine's Day and nothing was going my way.
Just as Roger finished ordering, Patrick walked out of the freezer and spotted me right away. "Christine, what are you doing? Get off the floor and go clean the bathrooms!"
I closed my eyes, my face going red, and slowly stood up. "Both of them, sir?" I asked.
"Of course," he snapped. "What do you think I pay you for?"
Without another word, I grabbed the cleaning supplies and walked toward the bathrooms.
"Chrissy? Is that you?"
Andrew looked between us, but had to attend to the next customer.
I tensed at the nickname Roger always called me. I hated it, but no matter how many times I told him, he still called me that.
"Not now, Roger," I said. "I'm working."
"You work here?" he sneered.
I gritted my teeth. "Yes, now if you'll excuse me."
The girl he was with tugged on his arm. "Come on, Roger, let's go find a seat."
He waved her away. "You go find a seat, I have to use the restroom."
I scowled and the girl and I both turned our separate ways, but Roger followed me. I definitely wasn't doing the guys' side first.
As soon as we were out of sight and before I could disappear into the girls' bathroom, Roger grabbed my arm and pinned me to the wall.
"Let go of me," I said, struggling against him.
"I miss you," he said.
"You dumped me a year ago," I said, "and you never talk to me until today?"
"I just needed a break, to see if we could work," he said. "You're different than all the other girls."
I rolled my eyes. "Like I haven't heard that before. What about the girl out there waiting for you to come back from the restroom? Who's she?"
"My cousin," he lied easily.
"You two sure don't act like cousins," I said.
"Well, we are," he said. "Come back to me, Chrissy."
"No." I tried to push him away, but he pushed me back against the wall and planted his lips on mine.
I struggled as hard as I could, but he had a pretty good grip on me. So I did what my dad taught me to do and I brought my knee up to his groin.
He groaned and bent over, letting me go. I immediately stepped away from the wall and looked down on him. "Leave me alone."
He tried to stand up straight, but couldn't quite do it all the way. "You'll pay for this," he wheezed.
"Get out of here," Andrew said from behind me. "She could have you sued for sexual harassment."
"Stay out of this," Roger spat.
"What's going on here?" Patrick yelled, coming up behind Andrew. He looked at me. "Didn't I tell you to clean the bathrooms?"
I nodded. "Sorry sir."
"Well, get back to work," he said.
"Sir, I—" Andrew started to say, but Patrick cut him off.
"You get back to your post, there are customers waiting. Anymore distractions or delays and I'll fire you both."
Just then we all heard someone yell out, "Hey, gramps! Sorry I'm late."
I sighed and disappeared into the girls' bathroom. Mandy was Patrick's grandfather and he adored her, so obviously she got a job and no matter how late she was, she never got fired. He never even yelled at her.
Thirty minutes later, I was finished with both the bathrooms. I walked out and didn't see any sign of Roger or his latest girlfriend.
"Have fun?" Andrew asked with a smirk.
I scowled at him. "You have customers to attend to."
He grinned as I went into the backroom to put the supplies away and was surprised to see two people making out against the wall.
"What are you doing back here?" I demanded.
Roger and Mandy pulled apart and looked at me with lust filled looks.
"This is an 'Employees Only' area, and you need to get out now," I said angrily. I was sick of all the crap that was going on today and this wasn't helping.
"I let him back here," Mandy said. "He can be back here if he wants."
"Just because you're Patrick's granddaughter, that does not give you the right to let whoever you want back here," I yelled. "Get out, Roger!"
"You," Patrick said, popping out of nowhere and pointing at Roger, "get out of here or I will charge you with trespassing and sexual harassment of my employees."
"But he wasn't sexually harassing me, grandpa," Mandy said.
Patrick gave her a look that shut her up. "No, but he was sexually harassing Christine."
Roger opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before finally leaving.
"Go home, Mandy," Patrick said. "I'll call your mother and let her know that you won't be working here anymore."
"No buts!" Patrick snapped.
I stood dumfounded as Mandy pushed past me, stomping all the way out the door. Patrick turned to me and I waited for him to yell at me.
"And you," he began, "I want you to be here at 6:00 am sharp to start your new job as assistant manager."
At first I didn't know what he said, but then it sunk in. "Assistant manager?" I asked in surprise.
"Don't argue with me, just do as I say," he said.
"But why?" I asked.
"Because although you shouldn't have been the one to clean both the bathrooms, you did without complaint, and you did a decent job. You kept working even when there was no work to be done and you followed the rules. And you're never late, with the exception of today."
I stood frozen for a second before following him out of the backroom. "Thank you, sir."
"You'll be singing a different song when the day is over tomorrow," he warned.
I nodded, but smiled at the thought of getting a pay raise. Now I could pay for college faster.
"What's going on?" Andrew asked. He noticed my smile. "You're the new assistant manager."
I nodded. "No hard feelings?"
His eyes widened. "No way. I wouldn't take that job if my life depended on it."
I giggled, suddenly in a really good mood. I was smiling at everybody, even all the happy, lovesick couples that came in. The day was looking up. Until I forgot about the mess a little boy made and ended up slipping in it.
I was stunned for a second and just laid on the floor, before realizing that I was laying in melted ice cream. I tried to get up, but my head started throbbing and I could feel the bruises start to form on my butt and elbows.
"Are you ok, Christine?" Andrew asked, suddenly beside me and helping me up.
"I'm fine," I said, rubbing my head and then trying to look at my butt. "Is is bad?" I asked, turning my back to him so he could see all the ice cream.
"Not at all," he said.
I looked over at him and realized he was staring at my butt. "Excuse me," I said, blushing.
He shrugged. "You asked."
"Not about that!" I said.
He chuckled and took a step toward me. "You're kinda cute, you know that?"
I blushed harder and looked around. All of the customers were staring at us, most of them with knowing smiles on their faces. My face burned hotter and I turned back to Andrew. He was even closer now. "What are you doing?"
He put his hand on one of my cheeks. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said, and for the second time that day, someone was kissing me. This time though, I was kissing him back.
There was a wolf-whistle and then,
"Christine and Andrew!" Patrick yelled. "Get back to work! If I find one more person kissing on my property, I'm going to fire everybody."
Pulling away from Andrew, I bit my lip, trying not to laugh because we were the only employees he had left. I knew he wouldn't fire us, but I wasn't going to take the risk.
"Get back to work," I said, pushing him toward the counter.
He saluted me with a grin. "Yes ma'am, Mrs. assistant manager."
I rolled my eyes with a smile and headed off to the bathroom to clean up. Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all.
Whew! This story went through some major editing. Now it's ten times better than it used to be. Mostly because when I first wrote this, it was only my third one-shot and I was trying way too hard to please everybody. I love the new edit, and I will go through and edit the new edit the day after tomorrow to make it perfect.
I hope you liked this. Please leave a kind review.