"What was that for?" he whispered, once I managed to pull back.
I shrugged. He smiled, waving bye, and walked into the darkness of the streets. I slowly opened and closed the door. The house was dark, the only light coming from a small night lamp in the dar corner. I walked upstairs, praying to God that the wooden stairs wouldn't creak. I made it upstairs. And I scurried to my room like a mouse. I slipped out of my clothes, finding a big shirt laying on the floor and slipped it on. I slid into the covers, letting drowsiness, a massive hangover, and that kiss "lull" me to sleep.
I didn't realize how sensitive my eyes were. As soon as sunlight hit me, I struggled to keep my eyes closed. My mother had opened the curtains and pulled the cover off my head.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she said smiling, "it's almost 2 in the afternoon!"
"What?" I mumbled.
"2 in the afternoon! What time did you get back last night?"
"I don't know."
"Was it fun?"
"Mom, look, I can't answer these questions right now. Can I go back to sleep?"
"No. I don't want you waking up at dinner time. Go wash your face and brush your teeth. It's lunchtime... but you could eat breakfast now."
I groaned. I sat up, rather too quickly. My head was pounding. You could probably see the tiny veins beating furiously against my skin. I pressed my eye, wanting the pain to stop. My mom had left, after merely patting my head. I slipped into some leggings, and walked into the bathroom. I looked like a mess. Dark circles rimmed my eyes. My face looked thin and fragile, along with my sickly pale skin. Gross. I'm no fucking vampire.
I walked downstairs, finding no one but my mom.
"Where's Logan and John?"
'They went to the new store. You can go check it out after you're done eating."
She slid some toast onto my plate, along with some orange juice. I ate, brushed my hair, and slid into a bright blue romper and walked to "Johnny's" right there on the boardwalk.
"Oh, look who's awake," Logan said once I walked in.
I rolled my eyes. I looked around, seeing everything from ties to snowglobes. There were mugs, candy, t-shirts, movies, stuffed animals, soda, etc.
"Ok," John said, "each one of you will have shifts. Who'll take the first shift starting tomorrow?"
Logan looked at me. John looked at me.
"What the hell? I'm not working here."
"Why not? You'll meet some friends, honey."
"It's a convenience store... who the hell would work here? Put up a help wanted sign."
"I don't gotta pay you guys," he said smiling.
"God," I whispered, "I'll take the first shift 'cause that's how nice I am. Show me everything."
He walked around the store, showing me where things were. The camera room was in the back, and the cash register was on the left side. A lovely chair was there for me to sit on.
"Ok," I said, "I got it."
"Ok," John said, "good."
I nodded and walked out of the store. I bumped into Ness.
"Oh, hey," she said, watching as Logan and John walked out the store.
"Hey," I said, smiling.
"Last night," she whispered, "was fun. What happened with Derek?"
"I don't know," I said, shrugging.
"Whatever," she said, "let's go."
"On the Ferris Wheel, dumbass. He operates it there."
"Oh, really? Well, oh well, I gotta go."
"Where? You live right there and your brother and dad_"
"He's not my dad," I interrupted.
"Ok," she said, grinning, "anyway, they left."
"What? Don't wanna face Derika?"
"C'mon," she said, pulling me alongside with her.
We cut through the entire line, finding Derek. The whole line complained.
"Oh, calm down!" I shouted, "We're not going on it."
Derek turned around and smiled.
"He-llo," he said, allowing some people to pass.
He looked cute in that red polo. But, I ignored him. It was awkward.