The Boy Next Door

02 - Roses

Copter's POV

"Are you even writing this down?" An irritated voice asks.

"H-Huh? O-Oh yeah," I lied scribbling down on my note pad. "Two espressos and two pancake specials."

The two girls stared at me upset. "No," one speaks up, "we wanted two waters and two hamburgers."

"Right, right," I corrected myself. "I'll get right on..."

They slowly start to stand up. "That's alright. We weren't really that hungry anyways."

"Excuse me ladies," Bass said sliding to my rescue. "I'm terribly sorry for my friend. How about I get you two peach teas on the house?"

They practically melt back down into their chairs. "O-O-Okay."

"Excellent, Cop, will you follow me please," he finishes by pulling me behind him. "How about you just bring food to the right tables, you think you can do that?"

I nodded, but barely. During this time, I had never realized how similar sevens and ones looked. I even managed to mix up at least eight dishes and broke five plates. I had also snuck off to the back and fell asleep propped up against a wall.

"Copter!" Bass yelled at me.

I twitched and stood up saying, "What? What? I'm awake!"

He had called me into to work at 6 A.M. It was now somewhere around 10 P.M.

You would have expect him to have mercy on me...

In the process of looking up, I broke a plate, scratch that, there goes another plate.

"...Sorry."

Bass bent down to pick up the pieces. "You know what? Just go home."

"Really?" I questioned happily.

"Obviously you're way too tired to be here right now."

"Thank you! I owe you!" I said in the spur of the moment.

"I know. That's why tomorrow you're working that afternoon shift."

"You're joking."

"Nope. So you'd better go home and make up for every ounce of sleep you've lost."

"Sure!" I hang my apron and quickly dashed out the door.

Once I entered my apartment I dashed up the stairs. As soon as I hit my floor I can hear them at it already. I lost it.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I screamed charging to his door.

"Yes! Right there! Right..."

I bang on the door cutting her off.

They didn't stop, but they definitely slowed down. I stood in place. They slowly begin to pick the pace back up again and I bang again.

They stopped for sure this time. There was silence. I can hear a muffled conversation going on behind the door. Loud footsteps starts and approached me rapidly.

I stepped out of the way. The door almost hit me as a half dressed woman storms out of it.

"Move!" She exclaimed shoving me anyway. (a/n: Imagine the author shouting this. I'm channeling her LOL)

I watched her leave then turned my attention back to the door. A tall, handsome guy is standing at the doorway, wearing only boxers. He has black hair and a slight three o'clock shadow. I lost my ability to form words. (a/n: I feel you Copter, I feel you.)