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The Blue Room - Chapter 1
"Stop and Stare" OneRepublic
After wiping down the same spot for over twenty minutes and not really knowing what I actually did. I knew that I wasn't going to be any good today working at the vintage 50's diner that I have worked at for almost 5 years. With working two jobs, my life has become a constant get up, go to work, go to other work, come home, take care of my mother, and then finally go to sleep. Most nights I'm lucky to get two or three hours of sleep before my next shift.
"Girl, you look dead on your feet. Are you getting any sleep?" Darla says walking up behind me. She is the only friend I have. She is gorgeous with her blonde hair and blue eyes, standing at about 5' 6" without her four inch heels that insists on wearing even working at the diner. She says that it helps her get better tips, which I believe her considering her new Lexus and how expensive her wardrobe is. The amount she spends on clothes ever month would pay for my mortgage for three months. I would never tell her this even though we are close friends. As in she tells me all about her crazy sex life and I listen. I rarely ever share anything going on in my life, and she doesn't push. And that is why this works so well.
I throw the rage into our cleaning bucket and sigh. "As much as I can."
Darla just eyes me for a few moments before responding. "You need a break Harper. Like a week vacation where you do nothing but sleep. Or have a spa day."
I roll my eyes and move down the blue counter. "That would require money that I don't have." I start going through my closing duties while Darla just follows behind me not offering to help me. Which is normal. I do the work and she gossips about the customers or about her nightly escapades. Right now I would rather listen to that then her telling me I basically look like crap. Because people say you look tired, that is just another way of saying you look like crap.
"I could always give you a loan-" She starts
"NO!" I say a little louder than I intended. No more loans for me. Look what it got me into. Nothing good.
Darla's eyes go wide. "Okay. Sorry."
I clear my throat and turn back away from her. "It's okay." I busy my hands filling salt shakers while trying to divert the conversation from me. "How was your date last night with Greg?"
"Cody." She corrects. "Greg was the week before. And it was great!" She actually sounds excited about this one. Maybe she will actually keep a guy around longer than two weeks. I swear she is the female version of a player. Goes through guys like water.
"Awesome. What did y'all do?" I move on to checking the ketchup bottles.
She continues on with the story about their date. I start to tune her out. If you have heard one of Darla's stories than you have heard them all. They go somewhere fancy, dance, and then they fuck.
I'm more worried about the state my mother was in when I left her this morning. She was conscious and I saw a little bit a blood coming from the corner of her mouth. It could mean a few different things. One of her latest guys hit her, she threw up so hard blood came out, or she smokes something really bad this time.
My mother has been slowly going further and further into this dark place inside her head. The days where she is her old caring amazing women are getting farther and fewer between. Most days I don't even know what she is taking about or who she is talking to. My mother has become this stranger in my life. She doesn't look like my vivacious mother that I had almost ten years ago. Now she is all skin and bones with her red hair looking more dull than copper. She slouches so much that she looks smaller than her 5' 2". She may be a few inches smaller than me, but now...now she just looks like this small child. A small child that I have to take care of.
"Harper, you still listening to me?" Darla snaps her fingers at me.
I shake myself out of my thoughts. "Yeah. Of course." I think she was talking about some guy she met the other night. "So what happened?"
Eyeing me she throws her blonde hair over her should before continuing. "Well, we went to his place and go our freak on. Thank God his roommate wasn't there. We went at it like rabbits all over the apartment."
"Are you going to see him again?" I already know that answer, but it keeps my mind off my aching feet.
Darla tips her head to the side, letting her wavy hair cascade down her left shoulder. "Probably not. Once the fucking was over with, I realized he was dumb as rocks. He went into the bathroom to take a shower and I left. Good thing I didn't give him my phone number."
That response doesn't surprise me at all. She is more of a hump and dump kind of person.
I lean my hip on the counter and stare over at the only two tables that are occupied. Tonight is ridiculously slow. I am sure I won't have more than twenty bucks in tips before the end of the night. Thank goodness for my night job or I wouldn't be able to make enough for the light bill. I move my eyes to the door and hope that no one comes in. I need the break before tonight.
The door opens and in walks a dark haired guy. His head is down so I can't see his face, but his is wearing a UCD sweater and dark jeans. He is attractive from what I can see. He finds an open booth in my section and slides in. When I get to his table he has his head down reading over the menu.
"What can I get you?" I ask looking down at him with my pen to my pad.
His dark head looks up at me and the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes flashes to my face. "Tea." He says. His voice is deep and smooth. I want him to say more but he turns is gaze back to his menu again.
I walk away to get his drink and almost crash straight into Darla. "Whoa honey." She steadies me and looks over my shoulder. "No wonder you look all a flutter. He is hot. What's his name?"
I move past her and go to the drink station. "I don't know. He just ordered tea."
"Regular or Raspberry?" Darla asks behind me as I reach for a glass.
Crap I forgot to ask.
I set the glass back down and head back over to his table. His head is still down as I approach. "Regular or Raspberry?" I ask quietly.
His head comes up quickly. "Huh?"
I just stare into his golden eyes forgetting why I came over to his table in the first place. I shake myself. Tea. Right. "Did you want Regular or Raspberry tea?"
I stare down at him a second longer before rushing off to the drink station to get his tea. When I get there Darla is giggling. I just glare at her and quickly make his tea, knowing she is staring down at me the whole time. I try to put a lemon in the glass and miss the first time, letting it drop onto the floor.
Today just doesn't seem to be my day. First I get soaked trying to get the mail, falling multiple times in the snow along the way to the mailbox. Then when I get into the house my feet slip on the linoleum of the kitchen, and I fall again hard on my butt. My mother was at least in her room sleeping comfortably. So I didn't have to deal with her, as awful as that sounds. When I got to work it was slow. I have barely made any tips the whole day. And I still had tonight's other job. After being on my feet all day, I don't know how I'm going to make it till 2 am.
Finally getting the lemon into his glass I walk back over to his table praying that I don't spill it all over him. I set the glass carefully on his table. "You ready to order?" I ask.
"Can I have the club sandwich with extra cheese?" He asks.
"Sure." I write it down and start to turn around.
"Oh and can I also get a slice of pumpkin pie? I don't feel like watching my girlish figure tonight."
I turn back around to see him holding the menu out to me. "Sure." I take the menu from him and smile at him. A real smile. That hasn't happened in a long time. I really can't remember the last time I actually smiled about something or at someone. Darla always says that because I scowl at people is the reason I don't get many tips.
I walk back to the computer and type in his order.
"Well?" Darla asks coming up next to me.
"Well what?" I ask moving my attention over to finishing up the order.
"Did you see a ring on his finger? How does his voice sound? Is it as sexy as what I imagine it is?" She fans herself with her back to him.
"You really need to get yourself a boyfriend, Darla. Drooling after strange men is most likely not a good thing." I go around her to see if there are other tables in my section. Anything to draw me away from Darla. But my luck hasn't turned around; there is no one besides the one gorgeous guy.
Murl comes through the kitchen doors wiping his hands on his white apron that has seen better days. "Hey girls. It is slow, why doesn't one of you go home."
Darla squeals. "Yay! Harper has a table, so I'll head out."
I scowl at her. I could really use the extra time off to get ready for tonight. Hell a nap would be great, since I haven't been able to sleep really well lately. Damn nightmares have been coming back stronger than normal. Nothing I have tried seem to get rid of them. The medication only seems to make it worse. Therapists only wanted me to talk about what happened in my childhood that might have triggered it. I know what it was, and I was not going to share it. To anyone. After many therapy sessions, I figured out how to get rid of the nightmares. I suppressed it. Not healthy by any means, but it works. Or did work.
I sigh heavily hoping the day would end soon. My night begins in 3 hours, for another 7 hours of work. Unfortunately because my mother does not work, I have to hold down two jobs to make ends meat.
I look over at the guy at my table. He is just looking out the window. He isn't texting, playing on his phone, or doing anything else. Just looking out the window. I wonder if he is waiting for someone. Because, let's be honest, a guy that hot is most likely meeting someone. No one that good looking would be waiting alone.
And sure enough someone walks through the door and sits down next to him. It is a guy, but still. I'm sure he has a girlfriend or a friend with benefits. There is no way in the world this guy that I'm slightly crushing on, is single.
Well, better go over there and take the other guy's order.
"How did you find me?" I ask looking out the window, trying to avoid the person in front of me.
"Well, if you would answer your phone this wouldn't be an issue." He says.
I just roll my eyes and hope that the cute waitress comes back. She would help distract Tommy from saying anything stupid in front of me, and I kind of like making her nervous.
He picks up a menu. "You should see how she was carrying on. It was driving me crazy. I had to promise her something to get her off my case."
"But telling her you would talk to me about why we broke up is not going to change anything. She cheated on me and I don't put up with that kind of shit." I let out a sigh.
It's not his fault that Adrian cheated on me after 2 years of dating. I don't need to take it out on him. But he is dating Adrian's friend Charlie. Therefore he has to hear about all the crap that Adrian is saying and how much she wants me back and how she doesn't understand why I broke up with her. Which I think is bull shit considering I caught them in the act. There was no way she could deny that kind of proof of her lack of commitment to me.
I met Adrian back when I was a freshman in college. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had dark hair, the body of a model, and legs that went on for days. I just felt honored that she was even giving me the time of day. After a few months of dating I noticed that she flirted with many guys, but nothing big. Just little stuff. After a while I got over it. It was something that she just did. I never thought that she would cheat on me. Of course I was stupid and thought I was in love.
"Dude, I know. But I had to get out of the apartment. Those two were driving me crazy. Asking how I can be friends with such a heartless bastard." He looks up from the menu. "Whatever."
The waitress comes up to the table and looks over at my friend. "What can I get you to drink?"
Her voice he pure heaven. I could seriously listen to her read the phone book and be perfectly content for the rest of my life. And that red hair just makes me want to run my fingers through it.
"Coke." Tommy says putting the menu back.
"I'll be right back with your drink." The she faces me and a smile spreads across her face. "And I'll be back with your food shortly."
I just smile dumbly back at her. I have never had this happen to me before. I am the smooth talker, the guy that can get into any girls pants with a few words, touches, and carefully placed kisses. But this girl. There is just something about her that makes me trip over myself.
I watch her walk away. The sway of her hips....
Tommy snaps in front of my face. "Hello. Stop molesting the waitress with your eyes."
My eyes whip over to his face. He has a huge shit-eating grin spread across his face. "Whatever."
"You know what we need to do tonight?"
I groan. "What?" I know I shouldn't even ask. I should just say no because I have a feeling that whatever it is, I'm not going to like it.
"We should head over to the Blue Room."
I just stare at him. I have no idea what he is talking about. Before I can ask him, the waitress sets down my food and puts Tommy's drink in front of him. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"Thanks." I mutter while continuously to stare at her in a very creepy almost stalker way. God, I feel like I'm thirteen again with the most prettiest girl in school talking to me with my tongue feeling like it has just grown four sizes too big for my mouth.
She smiles again before walking away.
Tommy chuckles at my obvious lack of cool and takes a sip of his drink.
Ignoring his laughter, I ask Tommy. "What is the Blue Room?"
"Two words bro." He pauses for a second to shovel some of my fries into his mouth. "Strip Club."
that I'm slightly crushing on, is single.
I met Adrian back when I was a freshman in college. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had dark hair, the body of a model, and legs that went on for days. I just felt honored that she was even giving me the time of day. After a few months of dating I noticed that she flirted with many guys, but nothing big. Just little stuff. After a while I got over it. It was something that she just did. I never though