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[g-enuine42]

MADDOX OWEN RAE

Him

I wonder if I'll be brave enough today to finally talk to her.

I can see her right now over my laptop screen. I don't want to stare for too long though. Wouldn't want the rest of the people in here thinking I'm some creep. I'm sure I'm already giving off "bad boy" vibes. Whatever. My face might be pretty dead set but I like to think I'm a big softy. Most don't get to close to actually find that out though.

Anyways, she's busting her chops at the moment. One customer after another. Crazy. Even at 5pm, people still want to order Ventis and Trentas of caffeine filled drinks. Not my cup of tea.

Literally. I'm sipping chamomile.

She makes brewing look so effortless though. It's pretty inspiring to watch. God knows I wouldn't be able to manage all those orders alone. I'd probably run out the back by now but she's here everyday, working 1pm to 6pm, never once taking a break.

I swear, I'm not a stalker. I just come here to do some quick meal planning and clear my head.

And slowly get my courage up to make the first move.

Oh shoot! She just glanced this way!

Have I been here longer than usual today? Was I scolding too hard? She's probably gonna tell her co-worker that the 6'1, Black haired, Black fit, Piercing Blue eyed, back booth loving guy is watching her again tonight. Gosh. I have to speak up or this is never going to work. She'll never want to talk to me if I only lurk in the background.

Live a little Mad!

Stupid nickname right?

Yep. Whispering to her co-worker at the moment. Sometimes I wish I could kick myself. Eyes, lock onto your screen please! I hate that I can't just...do it, you know? Some guys make it look so easy. It's not. Especially when she's as gorgeous as the Golden hour itself. I want to not make a fool of myself. I want to do it right. But I need to find some serious courage first.

Maybe I should have gone with a coffee.

Her

He's back here again tonight. I'm starting to wonder if he's watching me. I'm not one who's quick to conclude things. I don't just want to judge him by his looks alone.

And boy does he have looks.

Seriously, any girl with eyes could see he's a total hottie. Honestly, it's the crystal clear eyes for me. How is someone blessed with eyes like those?

I have to focus though. My shift ends in 20 minutes. Praise God. I dig the fast pace and having plenty to work with but my feet hurt nevertheless. I've been working here for the past couple of months now and I think it may be time for a new pair of work shoes. That can wait till the weekend though. For now, I think I'm going to crash once I get home. Maybe lay around with a bag of barbecue chips and watch more of my show. I've earned it.

I do wonder though if the dude is purposely looking at me or not. I can't read his face very well from here but from what I've caught, he looks pretty pissed. Why would he be angry at me though? It doesnt make sense. Again, I'm not one to judge a book by its cover but I also don't want to act totally oblivious and end up getting bodied. A girl's got to be cautious. Even if he's really nice to look back at.

Or look right at up close! Oh gosh!

Him

I'm staring right down at her. I somehow made it to the counter but honestly I didn't plan this far ahead in my mind. Crap! What now? Breathe. Open your mouth and say something!

"...hi."

I'm doomed.

"Oh...um. Hello."

Or maybe not?

I don't know exactly what pushed me but I'm here in front of her and she responded. One point!

"So um...I've been coming here quite often um...recently and I...uh..."

Definitely doomed. Line, hook, and my whole ship's a major sinker.

"I noticed you...don't drink much coffee at all."

Her

I don't drink much coffee? What was this guy talking about? And here I was thinking he was getting ready to absolutely go Karen on me. But no. Instead...instead his face looks pretty pink. Totally pink actually. Even his ears are pink! That's actually really cute.

"I don't drink much, yeah. You're right. But um...is that a problem?"

"No! Not at all!"

My apperant Dark Asthetic Stalker actually is getting more red in the face!

"It's not a problem! I just...I really just wanted to...uh...start a conversation."

Again, totally cute. My heart is racing at the moment. I like this immensely soft spoken, unsure side of guys.

Him

She's smiling now. She's smiling up at me. Did I do something right then?

"So...you wanted to talk with me? I'm down to talk. What's up?"

Oh wow, I'm going to die. She was already so pretty and now she's absolutely glowing.

"I want to get to know you."

Finally my voice is firm.

"I know you don't know me at all. And I totally get it if you slap me and continue on with your shift but I needed to say that to you. I wanted to say that for weeks now. I want to get to know you better and take you out on a date."

Whoa. Breaks dude. Give her a sec to think.

I know my face is probably so flushed at the moment but who cares. I finally said it. I finally asked her out. Holy crap. The pounding in my chest is insane but in the best way possible.

Her

I can't believe it. He just asked me out. Me? Why? This is crazy.

"Well uh...You're right. I don't know you at all. I'm not interested in slapping you also. That's wild. Can you...give me until the end of my shift? We can talk more then, ok?"

*Shift End*

Him

I've been sitting in my booth, waiting for her like she asked. I'm still ecstatic, even though she hasn't even given me a solid answer yet. I told her. I really told her.

"Sorry for the wait"

She's sitting across from me and I can't help but let out my stupid upsidedown smile. Good thing everyone else has left by now. I hate showing it normally but with her...it's more than alright.

"You're totally fine. I still can hardly believe I talked with you. Even that I'm still talking to you now is crazy!"

She's laughing a little and wow she makes me want to laugh too.

"You know, I was just thinking how cold and moody you looked from behind the counter. You don't act like that at all though."

"I normally get that. This resting face is a burden I must carry on my own."

"It's not really a burden...it's actually...pretty nice up close."

Que the fireworks. This girl has totally won all my attention.

"So...about that date?"

I give it a second. Two.

She's smiling again. Oh man, she's smiling big. That look in her eyes could send me to the moon and back, asap.

"I'm going to say, it's a yes. I think I'd like to know more about what makes those blue eyes sparkle."

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A Boy Named Waste

I have something to tell you. You have to promise not to laugh when I tell you, okay? If you do, I may have to “dispose” of you. My name is Waste and I take out the trash. 

It’s beginning to smell just awful outside my bedroom. Mom must be cooking. It’s almost time the garbage man comes through my quiet, dull neighborhood. I should get to my chore. Mom wouldn’t like me slacking on the single task she has given me. It really is the only thing I’m good at. She makes sure to remind me everyday. 

“Mom! I’m headed out now to take the trash out!” 

No response. I’m not surprised. Since my baby brother Sam had joined the family a couple months back, my mom kind of stopped talking to me all together. Maybe she had even forgotten that I existed. Sam surely was a handful. He was also pretty cute, when He wasn’t screaming his little head off to get something he wanted. 

If I’m honest, I don’t remember at all the last time my mom held me. Maybe she slowly started hating me because I look just like my dad. He cheated on my mom. But do you want to hear something funny? She was dumb enough to be cheated twice! Yep, you got it! Sam’s dad cheated on my oblivious mom too! Talk about bad karma. 

You want to know something that I hate? I hate when mom looks at Sam the same way she use to look at me when I was little. I could never tell her that to her pretty face. Her glares are the worst. They are just so ugly. Sam is so tiny, but honestly, I think he is affected by mom’s hateful looks. He doesn’t cry very much anymore. I wonder how long he plans on sleeping. Hopefully mom just lets the little guy rest.

Anyways, back to taking out the trash. The bag is so full tonight. Mom’s cooking makes me gag sometimes. She seriously is making me gag right now. I try to pass Sam’s room as quietly as I can every time I take out the trash. He deserves so much more than this crappy life. Having a mom who has given up on her own children and left them to die is a terrible fate. 

Can I share yet another thing with you? It may seem random to you, but I want to share the smile that is plastered onto my face with someone else too. There is a bloody fork in my back pocket. Blood also makes me gag. I need to return this fork to the kitchen. The Kitchen is deathly quiet. Nothing is cooking. 

One time, recently actually, mom hit me so hard I lost a tooth. It wouldn’t stop bleeding. She made me swallow that tooth. She told me she hated me. She told me how much of her life she had wasted by sticking around to raise me. She called me a waste of space, a waste of time, a waste of life. She locked me in a dark room for a couple of nights. She will never love me.

Shoot! I hear the garbage truck coming down the street! I better hurry. There is some blood dripping down my arm. Disgusting. but should I care and even wipe it off? No. I am Waste. Waste that takes the real trash out. 

Last thing! I promise. Then you can go on with your day. Sam is dead. He died in his sleep. But he isn’t trash. Mom is. 

The trash bag I handed the nice garbage man crunched some as the truck compressed it. Satisfying. 

There would be no chores for me to do for a long, long time.