One Night Stand

I wake up before my alarm started to ring and I really need to pee. I slowly get up from my cozy covers and I to the bathroom. I do what I need to do and wash my hands. I go back and look at the clock, 7:26.

I need to be at work at 8.

My alarm suddenly goes off and it scares the shit out of me. I grab it and pull it so the cord comes out of the wall and I throw it at my closet. It falls to the ground, the screen shattering when it makes contact with the floor.

I curse under my breath knowing I'll have to go get another one. I sigh and get a broom and a bag. I sweep it all up and put it I the bag throwing it away in my tiny garbage can in the corner of my room.

I pick out a long sleeved white dress shirt and some dark blue jeans. I take off my pajamas and I throw the clothes on, putting my green apron on after words. I don't know why, but we have to wear stupid bow ties. I don't have anything against them, they just itch.

I tie that, and go into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face. I dry off and look in the mirror. I fix my hair so my fringe curls around my eye.

I go into the kitchen and warm up some coffee that I had from yesterday morning. I take a sip and it taste like shit, but I drink it anyway. I'll just sneak a pastry or something from the diner. I look at the clock as I put my cup I the sink and it reads 7:48.

Shit! The walk is like 20 minutes. I don't have a car, so I have to run.

I grab my messenger bag which has my wallet, songbook, and other crap in it and bolt out of the door. I don't even bother trying the elevator because knowing the landlord he probably didn't pay to get fixed.

I run down the stairs almost tripping a few times and push the heavy door open. When I get outside I regret forgetting a jacket.

It's fucking freezing!

I begin to run trying not to knock over people in the street.

I can clearly see my breath as I pant because I suck at running. I may be fast but I lose my breath after the second block. I can't stop though. I can't get fired from this job! I barley get paid enough to hold my rent, and I still need to buy food.

Maybe I'll just move to Florida. It's cheeper, but it's way too hot.

I get to the diner at exactly 8 out of breath and hungry.

"Right on time Frank!" I hear a co-worker Angela say.

"Barley." I pant, walking to the back. She laughs and walks out to open up shop.

I put my bag on the floor of the break room and walk out getting my tray ready to pick up the plates.

People begin to crowd the place and before I know it, I'm at a table swiping 5 plates into my tray.

~~~~~Time Lapse~~~~~

I leave work exhausted. A twelve hour shift isn't exactly what I needed today. It's even colder than it was this morning. I walk home because frankly -no pun intended- I don't even want to go to the club tonight. I'm way too tired to do anything, but I want to get paid. I need the stupid money to pay for my apartment and the food I eat. Even if I had someone else who made only 10 dollars a day would help me so very much.

I slowly trudge up the stairs and to my apartment. I unlock the door and deposit my bag and apron on the floor directly when I walk in. I walk to my room and take off all my clothes leaving my completely naked. I grab a towel, a black dress shirt, red tie, and black dress pants and go into the bathroom to take a shower.

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I hear my coverse sinking into the snow and just decide to suck up my pathetic life. I'm going to be stuck working as a busboy from 9 to 5 an working at a gay bar until I'm 50 and then I'll get a job at Walmart an then retire when I'm sixty. Also having Pansy on my back isn't really helping considering a little girl at the diner punch me really freaking hard in the back.

What an exciting life!

When I walk into the club I see Denis doing a show. He stays something to the crowd and they cheer and throw money in the air. I decide to leave to the bar then.

I sit down and see Gerard making a drink. He probably has a nice life, a house, and another job that makes a lot of money. He sure does look like it. I mean, you cant look that perfect living like I do.

He looks up an gives the drinks to already drunken girls giggling in the corner. He turns and sighs. He walks over to the middle if the bar and rests his arm on the granite, with his head in his hands. I hear him mumble something like,

"My life sucks dick." I chuckle and he looks up at me. His face goes from 'kill me now' to 'hey your back' in 0.5 seconds. He rushes over to me and leans on the bar a smile on his face.

"Hey Frank! Can I get you something?" He asks cheerfully like I just made his day. Why would I be making his day?

I can't make anyone's day, I ruin them.

"Uh... Sure?" I say but it came out more like a question. I wasn't planning on drinking tonight because if I do, I might just get wasted.

"Same as yesterday?"

"Sure." How can he even remember that? He gets like 100 orders an hour, because let me tell you how much a guy can drink hen they are horny watching a stripper and obviously a super attractive bartender.

"Here you go. Can I get you anything else?" He asks.

"No thank you. Well maybe later though." I reply.

"Alright then."

"Hey Gerard?"

"Yes?"

"Why do straight girls come to a gay club?"

"Because gays are the cutest. Have to you seen yourself?"

I feel myself blush, because the last person that called me cute was my mother when I was going to the prom.

"U-uhh thank you, very much." I say turning my head because I'm embarrassed.

A small awake are silence falls between us.

"So Gerard? You seemed pretty upset before, did something happen?" I ask.

"Oh... I just.... I got fired from my day job, and don't have enough money to support myself, so I need another one." He says and I feel horrible.

I thought my life was hard, but Gerard got fired and he can't even support himself. I wish I could help him...

Can I?

Notes

I had something to say, but I can't remember dammit!