for those who already read these first two chapter on my original account i'm sorry. i managed to lock myself out of that account by accident and had to make this one XD.
If anyone bothered to look they'd wonder why that younger man was sitting alone smoking a cigarette. They might wonder if he had a job and was taking a break or maybe waiting for a call. They might even think that that young man was waiting for his wife or perhaps girlfriend to stop ignoring his phone calls and tell him where the spare key to their apartment was. But maybe just maybe they'd realized he wasn't some twenty something year old lonely bastard. Hell maybe they'll realize I’m seventeen and just want to smoke in damn peace. Maybe. Not likely though.
I let the smoke curl around my lungs just a second before exhaling. I started smoking when I was twelve. Snuck the whole damn pack from my step father, smoked one, and was hooked. I was forced to smoke the rest and got so sick I was throwing up for three days. Bill came to regret that decision. It wasn't like I NEEDED them. I never understood how people got addicted to them. Each one like a silky billowy kiss that reminded me of bonfires and ash. Hell I loved it but I wouldn't kill anybody over one. If I could have one, I could have one and another kiss for me. And If I couldn't... well no use crying I’ll just have one later when I have the time or money. Simple.
I let the short butt fall onto the cracked concrete and stomped it out with the toe of my boot. It was starting to get late so I headed over the Angie's diner. I knew Carter would be there trying to get any woman he could into bed, the real question was would those women be smart enough to look past his smooth charms. God I hope not, I was bored and wanted a show.
“and has anyone told you that today? You truly do make a beautiful red head. Would take that over any blonde any day. Yes sir red hair, now that's special.” I watched Carter spin his web on another poor little thing. What was her name again? Zoe? Something like that. Like hell if either of us knew, Carter had asked only once and had gone to calling her his “red haired doll face” for the last ten minutes. She was giggling and twirling a strand of hair to death. She didn't stand a chance. “now doll face I was thinking, you know, ain't nothing-”
“Zoe get your arse in here and help our new waiter! I pay ya ta work not ta fuck with ta customers. If ya can call em that.” Angie, a heavy set Irish woman who hated every skinny bastard ever, yelled and broke the girl from Carter's grasp. She turned around pouting but not before giving my friend a wink and a returning promise. I waited for her to disappear into the kitchen area before laughing.
“Oh have it up big A but just you watch, another minute and she's mine.” he licked his lips and sneered. “Gonna have that big ball of fiery hair clenched in my fist while those perky little lips are wrapped around my-” a pot dropped and Angie screamed saying if there was more meat on the girl she'd be able to hold more weight. We both laughed and Carter shook his head. He really was a relaxed guy though. When he wasn't getting girls he was getting drunk or high. And for someone who did both he sure as hell had a good smile. But that's just how carter was. Everything was good. Good hair, good teeth, good clothes, and damn a good sex life. At six foot two there was a time that there wasn't a girl drooling at his hip and playing in that stupid perfectly messy hair.
“You know it wouldn't kill ya.” I raised an eyebrow while he pointed an accusing finger at me. “Wouldn't kill ya to take a dive into that honey pot. Only person who hates people more than Angie is you.” I waved him off and pretended to read a menu I knew by heart.
“You're full of shit”
“And pussy. So where does that leave you big A? Hey you gonna take our order or what?” he lost interest in our 'conversation' and quite possibly scared the shit out of the new waiter. I looked up expecting her to be a tiny blonde and froze. Holy shit.
First off her was a him. Second off, not blonde. He had snow white hair that was haphazardly thrown into a short ponytail and at least three pencils stuck through it. His frame was incredibly thin but not scrawny however, leaving to be that he carried a good damn weight. Soft tan skin with a matching defined jawline threw off any sense I had made. Upon being yelled at he quickly closed the distance on quiet feet and took out a small notebook seemingly unfazed by Carter's bullshit. While my friend rattled off food I couldn't help stare at the kid's eyes. Those damn eyes. One was bright green like mine whilst the other... “earth to big A. you gonna order?” I snapped into reality and in the first time in years I didn't know what to say. I stared dumbfounded at Carter before realizing what he said and finally stumbled over some letter that may or may not have sounded like 'burger'
I chance looking up but he didn't seem to notice my temporary retardation. Instead he was looking beyond our table and silent mouthing off our order before leaving. “Damn, weird fucker ain't he? Now if you excuse me I have a doll to fuck.” he went to go trap his victim and I sat there thinking about that waiter. The way his lips moved slightly to mentally recite the long list of shit Carter ordered and those damn eyes. One a brilliant sea green. And the other a clouded over blue.
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