When I got the outfit handed to me I was completely ecstatic! But putting on the signature green and black tie-dye top with the (slightly cat-hairy from Pickles, my cat) black pants just fills me with joy. Even tucking in the baggy shirt into the skinny jeans is one of the best things I did that morning. But now trying to decide what section I want to work in in the shop is difficult. I finally decide on cash registers and making coffee. Now, I have to choose who I want to tutor me. Wanting to choose Jaxon is nearly irresistible, so being me I choose.
“Jaxon. Could you be my tutor?”
“Yeah, sure.” He says as he looks up at me. “Well then, c’mon let’s get you set up at the cash register.” Jaxon said with a glint in his eyes. I can’t necessarily tell whether or not the glint is a mischievous one, happy one, or just because he had too much coffee that morning. When we finally do get to the register everybody else has already gotten to their stations and started to set up.
“Jeez. Everything looks more complicated from the other side of the counter. I mean, I think I can get used to it. Not that I’m not able to.”
“Kinsey. Just. Stop. You’re only making this worse for yourself. I know how you feel on your first day. You probably feel nervous and scared. Also, you probably feel excited and happy. You feel proud of yourself, and yet you’re still wondering why exactly you even got a job. We all feel like that on the first day and maybe even on the second or the third. Now, you’re wondering if I could read minds. No, I can’t. But as I said earlier, we have all went through the exact same thing.” As he said all of this, a grin spread throughout his face. Me seeing that grin was what made me smile, and it definitely helped me with how my day ended up going. I helped all the customers I possibly could and all of the regulars even noticed I was new and said the actual order. Everyone helped out. My first day was just…. an amazing experience! But every good thing has to end.
“Don't let me down, don't let me down, down, down.” I sung as I drove home from work. I stopped when I heard a familiar ring-tone coming from my purse. Keeping my eyes on the road, I reached over into my purse, l groped around for the phone, and pulled out the vibrating, noise making object.
“Hey. Whatcha doing?”
“Wait, Raven?!? Why exactly did you call me?” I demanded.
“I thought about what you said. And I decided that fantasy crushes are not what you lose a best friend for.” I tell there was a cringe as she said this. Took you long enough.
“But you do realize that we never should have needed to decide whether or not we lose friends over fantasies.”
“Yeah, guess I do. At least now I do. I don’t know what came over me when that happened. I don’t know if I was jealo-”
“Jealous? Why would you ever be jealous of me? If anything I should be the one getting jealous because you are the one who has all of the good things. I have no boyfriend, no good qualities, no good looks, no nothing! I just now got a job! I just now found somewhere where I am accepted for who I am! In this tiny, little place I get accepted for being a girl, and for being a new person who doesn’t really know anything about the work I’m doing. And I know that you probably hate the fact that was yelling and that it might start another fight. But if you ever really knew me you would know that I don’t care.” I finished.
“I would be jealous because you are still “allowed” to have crushes on other guys. Also, no matter what you think and or say all of the guys look at you like you’re the sun. I mean- I just want to know whether or not we could still talk to each other and be acquaintances, if not friends. Though I would prefer that we could at least talk.”
“Raven, why should I talk to you when you didn’t accept me for my choices? You know what, I don’t care. We can talk but you have to work your way back up to being my BFF. And you might have other competition, because I think I may have found myself a boyfriend, if he likes me.”
“Okay with me.” Raven sighed.