All Jeanie Francis wanted was a peaceful summer break with no distractions and no stressful situations...and it would've been possible is she hadn't met Arden with no last name...who seem to be adamant on ruining her summer...or in his words 'More f...
Relieve ran through my veins as soon as the last customer packed and left. I sighed in absolute tireness stretching my libs since they became so stiff with all this standing I've done all day. I closed the register after counting the tips I've made today and with a satisfied smirk I skipped over to Lydia who was busy wiping tables. She looked at me once I approached her and raised her brow at me. “What got you all smiley like that?”
I shrugged leaning against the table. “It was just a good day is all” She scoffed at my statement throwing the dish towel into the small bucket of water and soap on the floor. “Yeah right, the only good thing about this day is that I didn't turn into a psychotic murderer. Which I'm still debating” I laughed at her dramatics, I mean sure the day did not start out so well with a new air-head joining the team so abruptly, causing Lydia and I unnessary stress, but overall the day was good. “You still on the Arden case?”
She groaned in irritation and violently took the wet dish towel and drying out the water before forcefully wiping the chairs. “That is one inconsiderate fool who is as stubborn as a mule. I swear, if I end up with grey hair before thirty because of that ingrate. I might just kill him” Yes Lydia wasn't fond of Arden and vice versa, tension between the two struck the minute they met. They were like bitter ex-lovers who cannot tolerate each other and constantly fight when they are in the same space of air. I felt like I was dealing with kindergardners scolding then the entire day. It wasn't until Mrs Winters left that I finally got my well deserved peace, because as soon as she disappeared, Arden did the same thing. I haven't seen him in two hours and Tito was not impressed
“I don't understand why you hate the guy so much, I mean you just met him today” She stopped trying to scrap the wood of the chairs with how furiously she was wiping at them and glared daggers at me. “I don't hate him, I just strongly dislike him”
“Isn't that the same thing?”
I thought the very definition of hate was when one has strong feelings of remorse towards the other. Strongly disliking someone is the same as hating someone, isnt it?
“You know what? I need music to uplift my spirits right now”
“I thought people only lifted their spirits whenever they were sad. Are you sad?” She chose to ignore me and swifly move to the jukebox around the corner at the other end of the cafe. I chuckled to myself at her song choice, as soon as Daughtry - Long live rock and roll floated through the air and then she was dancing, swinging the damp dish towel around and shaking her head making her spikey black hair go crazy. Lydia Tiles was a hard rock kinda girl, her look alone says 'I'm gothic and I'm loving it' which I found nice and it suited her. So as soon as the dancing started, I was laughing watching her act crazy
“We still argue about who's better, Elton John or Billy Joe. We still wonder if Kurt really wrote the song she sang in Hole” She sang loudly as she moved to the electric beat of a guitar. “No we'll never stop believing that's the journey of our lives. So won't you help me 'Pour some sugar' on these memories tonight” She pointed a finger at me for me to cue the chorus. “Sing it!”
Then we were both shouting. “Long live rock, long live roll! Long live big guitars and music for the soul. Sing it! Don't give up, don't grow old! Long live crazy nights and records made of gold. Long live rock and roll” We were jumping around shaking our bodies anyway we know how while laughing at our sillyness. Since we met a year ago, this song has been our jam and we dance to it every weekend after our shifts. Lydia called it 'living wild and free' and we enjoyed every moment of being wild and free, even Tito occasionally joined in on our fun
I was currently just dancing since the only thing I knew how to sing was the chorus and Lydia knew the whole song. We had our hands clasped together as we dance and sung as loud as our voices can carry us. “We still argue about who's better, Montley Crew or G&R. We still can't believe Van Halen turned into Van Hagar. Now the records shops are gone for good and no one seems to care. But me and you and all our friends 'Keep Living on that Prayer' ”
Lydia sang then shouted. “Sing it!” and we were back to singing the chorus and jumoing around like two excited chickens who were about to get their eggs. As the chorus was about to end, the juke box suddenly went quiet and when we turned to scold whomever disturbed our jam, we found an angry Tito glaring at us. “I don't pay you to dance around like idiots, finish cleaning these tables so you can get the hell out of my cafe” He clicked his tounge then called us 'Incompetent fools' as he walked back to his office slamming on the door
He was clearly pissed
Then seconds later a slow clap boomed making me jump a little and turn to the culprit to find Arden leaning against the kitchen door clapping at our dancing.
“Now that was entertainment!”
How long has he been standing there?
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