sat down at her desk trying to finish her homework, when she realized she'd never be able to with all her posters of
Olamidé staring at her the way they were. "He is so damn cute" she thought to herself while tryna figure out which word would best fit the sentence. "Damn this retarded homework" she mumbled to herself as she yawned and stretched out a hand to touch a picture of
Olamidé she had received from a friend for her last birthday. "If only..." she yawned again as her voice trailed off while her eyes shut and her mind drifted off into a deep sleep.
: One blue burger special coming right up. Olamidé?
Olamidé: Yeah?
: Take these orders to table # 5 for me please?
She looked over at his dirty brown apron and hands stacked high with dishes and laughed.
: Forget it...I'll just do it myself.
Olamidé: No no no...let me. (he puts down the dishes in the bin quickly and takes the order to the table with a smile)
: (goes to the kitchen to grab the other orders) Mallis someone should tell that boy to comb his hair.
Mallis: Girl who you talking bout now?
: Who else? (laughing and tryna stack her orders on a tray) Olamidé.
Mallis: You should leave him alone! You know how he like you and all.
: You must be kiddin. Him? Me? Ugh! Never ever happening.
Mallis: Girl you are so superficial. Well anywayz I'll tell you about how wrong you are in a bit. I gotta finish with these specials for the boss.
: (trying to balance her tray) You go ri 'head. I can't wait till this shift is over!
They continue to wait their tables and do their rounds till exactly 7 o'clock when the shift ends and the working day is done. The planet has a curfew at 8 and that's when everyone is supposed to be home, so hurries to pack up her things.
Olamidé: (seeing coming into the back room) Hi....uhm....need some help?
: Hell n--I mean nah, I'm aight.
Olamidé: (not noticing how much she doesn't want him around) Well I'm here incase you do. (flashes his smile)
: (hurries to pack her things while he is watching her) Okay.
Olamidé starts to pack his own stuff when looks over at him.
[thinkin]: What if....nah...well if he cleaned up a bit he could actually be kinda fine...
Olamidé takes off his apron and his shirt lifts up over his stomach a bit, he puts his apron in the staff's laundry bag and pulls his shirt back down.
[thinkin]: Dayum! Whewwww....uhm....gotta pack gotta pack and remember I don't like this fool...think calm thoughts get his
six pack outta my head...
Olamidé: (looks up and notices her lookin at him and smiles) Need any help?
: (stuttering) Uhm...nah, no, not really...(her cheeks get hot and she starts packing even faster and hurries out to her lil
hover scooter)
She walks outside, talking to herself, and chiding herself for feeling the way she did for that half a second. . hops on her scooter and tries to start it up. She spends the next 3 minutes there tryna kick start it and is getting more frustrated by the second at it not working.
Olamidé: (comes out of the building with his bag draped over his shoulder and walks over to and her non-working scooter) Anything wrong?
: (tryna straighten out her face as if everything is aight) Yeah...well no...I just enjoy sitting here! (laughs nervously)
Actually, my scooter has decided not to work for some reason.
Olamidé: (not noticing her harshness) Well I think I could help with this.
: Okay...I guess.
Olamidé: Here let me help you off (starts to put one hand on her waist to help her)
: (hops off hurriedly) Uh...that's okay.
Olamidé: (smile drops a bit, and he lets his hand fall to his side. he looks from her face, down to his hand, and then to the vehicle remembering he had to help fix it) Okay so what could have happened? (he bends down and inspects it) Well...I don't see anything wrong with it.
: Well Einstein I could have told you that.
Olamidé: (laughs) Well I can give you a ride home.
: (looks over at his junky, and what seems like light years old hover craft and decides not to) Uh...that's okay I can just call a friend to take me.
Olamidé: What exactly is your problem?
: Huh? Why are you getting loud with me?
Olamidé: (looks at her again and his anger falls...he begins to feel
disappointed that all that he thought could happen between him and was just never going to be) No reason. (he opens his mouth wanting to say something more, but snaps it shut figuring she wouldn't care, turns around and goes towards his ride)
turns around and notices there's no one else left there. She checks her watch and see's it's 10 to 8...and realizes there's no one to take her home. She hears an engine and turns around with a look of hope on her face.
Olamidé: (from the craft) Still don't need that ride?
: (face crumbles) Well...(takes a look around again)
Olamidé: Fine then...(starts to drive off)
: Nooo (runs after it for a bit, till Olamidé stops the vehicle laughing)
Olamidé: (opens her side) Come in.
: (hops in, out of breath) You know you could at least be decent enough to stop laughing!
Olamidé: (stops it) Where do you live?
tells him and he realizes she lives more than 15 minutes away from the shop.
Olamidé: (thinking out loud) We not making it to your place before the meteor shower begins...I have an idea!
: (slightly scared about what he might be thinking) And what would that be?
Olamidé: Crash at my place tonight, I live 2 mins away from here.They reach
his place.
: (looks out at the broken down house he parked outside of) *sarcastically* Oh joy.
Olamidé: Well if you want to...you could stay out side!
: Nah, second thought--lead the way.
He helps her get her things and takes his, and they run inside.
[thinkin]: See now if he wasn't so cute, I'd actually feel bad about sleeping here...
Olamidé: (putting up her things) Well...it's just me and my dad here, and he's out for meteor control at nights, so make yaself comfortable.
Why thank you. (looks about and decides it's not such a bad place after all...from the inside)
Olamidé rummages up something to eat, using his burger joint skills he comes up with a hamburger/french fry special...slightly burnt.
: What is that?
Olamidé: Food.
: (pokes it) You sure?
Olamidé: (flashes that gorgeous smile) Taste it.
: Uh...I'd rather not.
Olamidé: Fine...(takes up one of the burgers) Your loss.
: (watches him stuff his face) Delicious?
Olamidé: (starts to choke, and looks for a napkin--ends up spitting it out) Yeah...delicious.
: For real, Olamidé what was that?
Olamidé: I thought it'd be good...they were only burnt on the outside...
starts cracking up on him, and he leaves to throw the burgers out. turns on his t.v. and finds a horror flick is on.
: What kind of t.v. is this?
Olamidé: (coming back from throwing the burnt burgers out) Huh?
: I was asking, "What kind of t.v. is this?"
Olamidé: I dunno...a t.v, t.v.
: This ain't like the one I'm used to using...what's this? (picks up the remote)
Olamidé: A remote.
: What's that?
Olamidé takes her hand, and moves her fingers over the buttons...
Olamidé: See that's how it works...(looks at her to see if she's paying attention)
: (practically has to stop herself from gawking again) Yeah--uh huh...that one is for...
Olamidé: (laughs) That's for changing channels...
: Oh okay...this is so primitive.
Olamidé: (kinda offended) What?
: No I don't mean it in a bad way...it's just--
Olamidé: Different.
: Yeah...that's it.
Olamidé: (gets up) I gotta go and uhm....wash some dishes.
: Okay (kinda sad to see him go) I'll be...right here I guess.
Olamidé leaves her to go to the kitchen, where she hears rattling dishes and pans.
: (looking at the boring horror movie, and deciding to change the channel like
Olamidé had taught her) Nope...nuh uh....ewww...hmm...nah...oh he cute.
She watches this one show for a while until it goes to commercial and she gets bored again...looks around the room, thinking of something to do.
: What to do, what to do...(bored with the t.v. she decides to take a trip up the staircase thinking
Olamidé won't mind)
Enters his room. He has his stuff scattered everywhere...she sees a dream journal....*it's a portal thing, that you strap on your head, kinda like a headband that goes around your eyes*...feeling a bit
mischievous she picks it up, and decides to see what Olamidé has been thinking about lately..
puts it on and decides to go back a month...she hears Olamidé's voice, soft and sad he begins to talk...she hears his voice clearly saying "I love her more than
anything...if I could work 3 lifetimes and make enough to get anything in this world, I'd get something worthy of her. But I can't, and I know I'm not her type, I can see it when she looks at me, I can feel it when she says my name. But I love her anywayz." She sees a thought of his, it's a beautiful wedding picture, him and her. She starts to press the button to move on to another entry when she hears his voice calling her name from the staircase.
Olamidé: (now in the doorway) ?
: (turns around dropping the Dream Journal back on his desk) Hey hey...
Olamidé: What you up to?
: Oh...nothing..
Olamidé: (looking at her biting his lip, wanting to tell her how pretty she looks at that moment,
decides he better not) Aight....you wanna come back downstairs...and umm...watch a movie?
: Like what?
Olamidé: (sits down) I dunno...we don't have to watch a movie--
's heart beats faster as his voice trails off and picks up again with what he wanted to say...
wakes up to her chirping alarm clocks...she closes her eyes to try to go back to sleep but she can't...the stupid chirping noise is just too annoying.
