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_______________________________________________________ "Do you folks need anything else today?" I said. "No thank-you Rett. The food was great as always. Your dad is an excellent cook." Mr. Gofrat said. He has been a regular customer since the place opened I guess. "Well here is your ticket. You guys have a good night ok." I walked away and into the back. "Dad we are slammed out there. I can't keep up with all the customers. We need to hire someone. I know they can't replace Mom, but Dad?" "Stop talking about your mother. I know she can not be replaced. You are right. I will look into it." He said. I hate this place. The Distance Cafe, why would someone name it that anyway? My Mom died about six months ago. Cancer or something. Ok well my name is Rett. I'm seventeen soon to be eighteen. I have been working in this place since I can remember. I even live upstairs. Dad let me move out when I was sixteen. That and he lives a block away. I am 5'10", 175 lbs.; I have brown hair and green eyes. I am one of the more popular kids at school. "Shit!" I mumbled. "Dad we need to close early. I have this huge final to study for tonight. If I don't pass, I am not going to graduate High School." I said looking at his face for an expression. "Rett, when was the last time you studied for a test? When was the last time you failed a test?" He said looking at me. "Ok, so I am going to go out on a date. Please Dad." I begged. She is really hot Dad. Blonde hair, nice rack." "Ok, ok. Go and put the sign up. Oh, and run this over to the Shermans." He said handing me a...I don't know what that is. I was walking fast, not paying attention. I should have been paying attention, cause now, I am wearing what Dad made and I was on the floor. Eyes closed. I started thinking. Ok I haven't done that in a while, do I really want to get up or just pretend I am dead. "You ok dude?" Someone said. The voice was really soothing, calm and mellow. I opened my eyes. I saw a pair of eyes looking down at mine. They were blue. The deepest blue I have ever seen. He grabbed my head to try and help me sit up and his hand brushed against my face. What in the hell was that I wondered? It was like he hit me, only it felt really good. "Yeah, I am fine." I said looking in his eyes the entire time. He helped me stand. I shook everything off. "Rett!" I heard my Dad say. "Did you spill Mr. Sherman's food?" "Yeah can I get another? Oh and don't worry about your employee that just bit the big one, I am sure it is just a mild concussion." Everyone laughed. I leaned down and started cleaning up the mess on the floor. "Sorry 'bout that. Name's Damion." He said bringing his hand out. "No, it is my fault." I stood and shook his hand. Real soft hands, he was about 6'1" or so, blonde hair and blue eyes. He was pretty muscular. I looked back in his eyes. "Damion." I just kept looking and shaking his hand. I was interrupted. "No that's my name. I think your name is Rett right?"
He said smiling. I snapped out of it. I looked at him puzzled. "Oh, yeah. Damion nice to meet you, I am Rett. How did you know my name was Rett?" "Your name tag." "Oh yeah." I smiled. "So did you want a table or a soda or something?" "Actually, I came here to get an application." He said laughing. "But, I don't think this place is me, falling down all the time just doesn't seem like the fun thing to do." "Actually, we do it when we start to get business, that way they come back to see more." I said motioning him to follow me. "We don't really have applications because everyone that works here, has since it opened. But we are looking for another server. I can't do it by myself anymore. We have just too much business for me to handle on my own." "That is understandable. I have experience. I used to work for this place back in California. Parents just moved here. I graduated about a week ago, and I really need a summer job." He said looking at me smiling. "Ok well here is an apron, and an order book. Come back tomorrow at three? Hold on for a sec." I ran back up front and changed the sign to closed. There were about two tables left, and they were getting ready to leave. "This place is trashed. I am never going to get out of here." I said. "Do you want some help?" Damion said. "No, it's ok, I can handle it." "Hey Rett. I have to take off now too. Something came up. Put the food away for me would ya. Clean up a bit. Don't stay out too late! Call me when you lock up. My cell should be on." "DAD! You can't be serious." With the door closed behind him. "Are you sure you don't want some help." He said. "No. If you want you can help. But don't feel that you have to ok?" I walked over to the coffeepot and poured myself a cup of coffee. He came over and sat down at the bar. "Would you like a cup?" I said. "Sure. No cream."
Hmm, that is the way I drink my coffee too. Black. This guy is really interesting.
"So you like just moved to town?" I said sitting next to him. I reached over and grabbed an ashtray and reached for a cigarette. "You smoke?"
"Yeah, but I have some thanks. I keep forgetting that you can smoke in restaurants around here."
"That's right. Public smoking has been banned in California. Well welcome to town." I lit my cigarette, and downed my coffee. I got up and started bussing the tables. I should call Tara. No, it doesn't matter. She has stood me up before.
"So, what would you like me to do." He said.
Whatever in the hell you want to do. I thought.
"Um, you can wipe off the tables if you want."
"Ok that sounds easy enough."
I went over to the jukebox and put some music in. I almost forgot he was there. The place was looking pretty good.
"Well Rett, is there anything else that you want me to do?" He said grabbing his coat.
I noticed him grab his coat, and I felt almost sad.
"No dude, thanks a lot for your help. I will see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, dude. Three o'clock right?" He said.
"Yeah, three, wear something comfortable. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be busy."
"Um, do you need a ride home or something?" He said.
"Sure." I just smiled. I grabbed everything I needed and we headed outside. I locked the door. We started walking towards his car. I stopped.
"Ok, I am home. Thank you for the ride."
"Oh you live above the restaurant?"
"Yeah we lived here when I was born, then my parents bought a house up in Sunset Hill. I moved in here when I was sixteen. I love the freedom. You wanna come up and check it out?"
"Sure." He said.
I unlocked the door leading to the stairs. We walked up the stairs. It led directly into my living room.
"Ok here we are. This is the living room. Bathroom is over there, and my bedroom is over there. I have a guestroom over there, but I changed it into an office or what not. You want something to drink? I have Bud or Pepsi."
"Beer if ya have enough." He said following me over to the kitchen.
My place was kind of messy. I had dirty pants, boxers, socks, all over the place.
"Sorry about the mess. Haven't really had time to clean you know." I said picking some things up. I guess I stood up too fast after bending to get something, because I felt really light headed. I started to fall.
"Gotcha." Bastian said. "Wow and you haven't even had a beer yet. You have a nasty bump on your head. You should take a hot shower."
"No, I'll be fine." As long as I am in his arms, I will be just fine. Where in the hell are all these thoughts coming from? I am straight, right? Oh my god, I am questioning my own sexuality.
"I'll be right back. I am going to go and put some shorts on or something." I said heading to my bedroom. I walked over to my nightstand and pulled out a copy of Playboy. I looked through it. I wasn't even excited. Shit I didn't shut my door. Oh, well. I walked over to the dresser, and grabbed a pair of shorts. I slid off my work pants, and tugged at my 8 incher. I felt like someone was watching. I glanced over at Damion and he was looking at me. Fuck! I hurried and pulled my shorts on. I was starting to feel more aroused. What in the hell is going on here?
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