She Works For The Weekend
Caleb
-Beep beep beep beep-
My eyes shoot open at the sudden disturbance of my slumber. Ugh, Thursday.
Groaning, I reach for the pillow resting beside my head and aimlessly throw it across the room with high hopes of it making the annoying tone decease. I sigh with content when I hear the crash of something hitting the hardwood floor and the irritating alarm stopping abruptly.
"Caleb! Get your ass out of bed or you're going to be late!" My mother screams from the bottom of the steps. I always wondered why she can't just walk up 9 steps and another three feet to my door and try speaking from there. Even though she knows I won't open the door, let alone force a quick reply... it would still be nice to not hear her yelling in the early hours of the morning. It's 10, that's early enough for summer vacation.
After rolling out of bed, mumbling something along the lines of 'Yeah, yeah. Shut it.' and wiping my eyes, I don't bother to throw on some pants as I trudge to the bathroom and start the water.
While I wait for the water to turn a comfortable temperature, I stare at myself in the large mirror above the sink. My brittle hair sticks up at all angles, my eyes are sunken and lifeless, the dark circles under my eyes create a startling contrast with my dull, pale skin. It's surprising how much one can change in a few months. Just earlier this year I was surrounded by my boyfriend Sam and all my friends... I was so..... alive. Everything was fine. My parents were fine, I had good grades, a stable relationship, hundreds of friends... everything you could ask for.
Then things started happening. Sam became distant, my parents started fighting more and more, my friends stopped talking to me. In a matter of weeks, my world was turned upside down.
Most people would turn to alcohol or drugs, but I turned to music. They were always there for me. Whispering sweet things in my ear, holding me until I was stable enough to pick myself up again. If it wasn't for bands like All Time Low, Bring Me The Horizon, My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, The Downtown Fiction, Artist Vs Poet and Of Mice & Men I probably wouldn't be here right now. I owe them a lot. It sounds so cliché and weak but I don't think I could ever thank them enough.
Bringing myself out of my haunting thoughts, I noticed the mirror had become fully covered with condensation, causing it to fog over. I took that as a sign to get my scrawny ass moving so I wouldn't be late for work the second time this month.
~~~~~~~~~TIME LAPSE COS THAT'S TOO BORING~~~~~~~~~~
After nearly burning myself with my flat iron, hitting my head on my door frame, and falling on my ass while trying to slip on some socks and my neon green Converse (did I mention I'm a huge clutz?), I finally pluck my keys from the bowl by the door and slam the door without a single word to my mother.
I jump in my car, making sure to plug in my iPod and turn on my 'ButtBoobMangina' playlist (don't ask c;) and beginning my drive to work.
Even with amazing music and my horrible singing the drive is still boring and slow. What should be a 15 minute ride somehow felt like 3 hours. I don't understand, but whatever. I was pulling into the coffee shop parking lot anyways. Super cliché, huh. I know, a broken, teenage, band obsessed boy working in a low life coffee shop filled with stupid fake whores blah blah blah. We get it. But that's how it is, I swear. I'm not old enough to work in the pawn shop down the road (Hey, they have cool stuff. What can I say?), so I'm stuck in here until further notice.
I dash through the door and jump over the counter, successfully landing on my feet. My boss hates when I do that.. but she can go suck it. I go clock in before I forget. Right in time too, the bell chimes throughout the store indicating a customer has arrived. Pulling on an apron, I slide out of the back room to the counter, asking what this buisness lady would like. 'Sarah' is one boring motherfucker my god.
Make the coffee, serve it, get money, repeat. Along with the stupid chit chat in between of course.
Right before closing time, this little girl and her mother walk in. Her mom's too busy on her smartphone to notice, so I slip the girl a princess lollipop from a jar under the counter.
"Thank you Mister," she replies with the cutest little lisp. It takes all I have not to 'awww' out loud.
"You're welcome sweetie," I send a smile her way while glancing at the mother. She gives me the order, and while I ask for the little girl's name to write on the cup for her hot cocoa, the little girl says with confidence,
"Batman," I chuckle at both her response and the way her mother gives me an apologetic look before returning to her phone.
After writing 'Batman' on the child's cup, and 'Grumpy' on the mother's, I finish the orders and place them at the table they moved to. 'Batman' giggled once she saw the name on her mom's cup, which caused the older woman to become curious. The second she saw what I wrote, she scoffed and returned to her phone yet again. I winked at the child before walking back to my post behind the green, granite counter.
The last few minutes droned on. I just want to go home....
~~~~~~~ANOTHER TIME LAPSE~~~~~~~~~
I sigh as I run up the carpeted stairs to my room. Ripping open the door, I stumble and collapse on my black comforter. Thoughts of the day filled my head. Something seemed... off. I couldn't quite place it. It wasn't until I felt the vibration in my ass pocket and saw the text from Sam (I need to change his contact name ugh) that it came to me.
From Babe <3: I'm sorry I can't come to the concert with you :/ I have a surprise for you tho. Look in the top drawer of your dresser c;
Holy shit! How could I forget? There's the All Time Low concert on Monday!! Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!
Even with the reminder, I was pretty skeptic to look at what he got me. When did he put it there anyway? We haven't hung out in weeks..
Despite my nerves, I padded over to the wooden furnish. And with shaking hands, I pulled the drawer open. I will never forget the pounding of my heart and the gasp that slipped from my lips once my eyes feasted on the best thing anyone could give me.
A motherfucking backstage pass.
My eyes shoot open at the sudden disturbance of my slumber. Ugh, Thursday.
Groaning, I reach for the pillow resting beside my head and aimlessly throw it across the room with high hopes of it making the annoying tone decease. I sigh with content when I hear the crash of something hitting the hardwood floor and the irritating alarm stopping abruptly.
"Caleb! Get your ass out of bed or you're going to be late!" My mother screams from the bottom of the steps. I always wondered why she can't just walk up 9 steps and another three feet to my door and try speaking from there. Even though she knows I won't open the door, let alone force a quick reply... it would still be nice to not hear her yelling in the early hours of the morning. It's 10, that's early enough for summer vacation.
After rolling out of bed, mumbling something along the lines of 'Yeah, yeah. Shut it.' and wiping my eyes, I don't bother to throw on some pants as I trudge to the bathroom and start the water.
While I wait for the water to turn a comfortable temperature, I stare at myself in the large mirror above the sink. My brittle hair sticks up at all angles, my eyes are sunken and lifeless, the dark circles under my eyes create a startling contrast with my dull, pale skin. It's surprising how much one can change in a few months. Just earlier this year I was surrounded by my boyfriend Sam and all my friends... I was so..... alive. Everything was fine. My parents were fine, I had good grades, a stable relationship, hundreds of friends... everything you could ask for.
Then things started happening. Sam became distant, my parents started fighting more and more, my friends stopped talking to me. In a matter of weeks, my world was turned upside down.
Most people would turn to alcohol or drugs, but I turned to music. They were always there for me. Whispering sweet things in my ear, holding me until I was stable enough to pick myself up again. If it wasn't for bands like All Time Low, Bring Me The Horizon, My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, The Downtown Fiction, Artist Vs Poet and Of Mice & Men I probably wouldn't be here right now. I owe them a lot. It sounds so cliché and weak but I don't think I could ever thank them enough.
Bringing myself out of my haunting thoughts, I noticed the mirror had become fully covered with condensation, causing it to fog over. I took that as a sign to get my scrawny ass moving so I wouldn't be late for work the second time this month.
~~~~~~~~~TIME LAPSE COS THAT'S TOO BORING~~~~~~~~~~
After nearly burning myself with my flat iron, hitting my head on my door frame, and falling on my ass while trying to slip on some socks and my neon green Converse (did I mention I'm a huge clutz?), I finally pluck my keys from the bowl by the door and slam the door without a single word to my mother.
I jump in my car, making sure to plug in my iPod and turn on my 'ButtBoobMangina' playlist (don't ask c;) and beginning my drive to work.
Even with amazing music and my horrible singing the drive is still boring and slow. What should be a 15 minute ride somehow felt like 3 hours. I don't understand, but whatever. I was pulling into the coffee shop parking lot anyways. Super cliché, huh. I know, a broken, teenage, band obsessed boy working in a low life coffee shop filled with stupid fake whores blah blah blah. We get it. But that's how it is, I swear. I'm not old enough to work in the pawn shop down the road (Hey, they have cool stuff. What can I say?), so I'm stuck in here until further notice.
I dash through the door and jump over the counter, successfully landing on my feet. My boss hates when I do that.. but she can go suck it. I go clock in before I forget. Right in time too, the bell chimes throughout the store indicating a customer has arrived. Pulling on an apron, I slide out of the back room to the counter, asking what this buisness lady would like. 'Sarah' is one boring motherfucker my god.
Make the coffee, serve it, get money, repeat. Along with the stupid chit chat in between of course.
Right before closing time, this little girl and her mother walk in. Her mom's too busy on her smartphone to notice, so I slip the girl a princess lollipop from a jar under the counter.
"Thank you Mister," she replies with the cutest little lisp. It takes all I have not to 'awww' out loud.
"You're welcome sweetie," I send a smile her way while glancing at the mother. She gives me the order, and while I ask for the little girl's name to write on the cup for her hot cocoa, the little girl says with confidence,
"Batman," I chuckle at both her response and the way her mother gives me an apologetic look before returning to her phone.
After writing 'Batman' on the child's cup, and 'Grumpy' on the mother's, I finish the orders and place them at the table they moved to. 'Batman' giggled once she saw the name on her mom's cup, which caused the older woman to become curious. The second she saw what I wrote, she scoffed and returned to her phone yet again. I winked at the child before walking back to my post behind the green, granite counter.
The last few minutes droned on. I just want to go home....
~~~~~~~ANOTHER TIME LAPSE~~~~~~~~~
I sigh as I run up the carpeted stairs to my room. Ripping open the door, I stumble and collapse on my black comforter. Thoughts of the day filled my head. Something seemed... off. I couldn't quite place it. It wasn't until I felt the vibration in my ass pocket and saw the text from Sam (I need to change his contact name ugh) that it came to me.
From Babe <3: I'm sorry I can't come to the concert with you :/ I have a surprise for you tho. Look in the top drawer of your dresser c;
Holy shit! How could I forget? There's the All Time Low concert on Monday!! Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!
Even with the reminder, I was pretty skeptic to look at what he got me. When did he put it there anyway? We haven't hung out in weeks..
Despite my nerves, I padded over to the wooden furnish. And with shaking hands, I pulled the drawer open. I will never forget the pounding of my heart and the gasp that slipped from my lips once my eyes feasted on the best thing anyone could give me.
A motherfucking backstage pass.
Notes
HOLY FUCK I AM SO FUCKING SORRY I COULD HAVE SWORN I UPDATED ALREADY. I TOTALLY THOUGHT I DID I TYPED IT UP AND CLICKED UPDATE AND EVERYTHING. I'M SORRY FEEL FREE TO SHUN ME.
(sorry if it's short, idk how long it is cos I had to type it on my ipod)
Welp ;-; there ya go. Hope it makes up for some things cx
I might fix some things/add more tomorrow seeing as though it's really late and I might hate it later
~TBW
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4/20/14