::open:: Cut Me Up Like A Mannequin

[Fey Anderson]

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Fey was trying to work but the summer heat was getting to her. It wasn't dry heat, which she quite liked, it was that close heat. Her white shirt was sticking to her, the tie of her pinny was making her waist itch and her hair was feeling immensely heavy. She was so envious of the many customers enjoying the house specialty - ice cream. Instead, she got to clear tables and wipe them down.

It amazed her that people were drinking hot drinks, even in this weather. She had at least four coffee mugs on her cart from the last three tables. A group of teens walking passed the window caught Fey's attention - clad in their bikini's and short shorts. Fey, herself, was in shorts but uniform policies dictacted that they should be long shorts, rather than the dinky things the outside world wore - though they could hardly be classed as clothes really.

Sighing, Fey collected the last of the plates from her current table and put them onto her cart. Brushing the crumbs off her hands, she picked up the cleaning spray and began wiping the table surface. If the spray didn't contain cleaning chemicals, Fey would have been tempted to spray it at her own face. She probably still would have, if it wouldn't make her face go red and itchy.

Turning back to her cart, Fey played right into her classic clumsy self. Sometime between grabbing her spritzer and cleaning the table a person had appeared. Why they couldn't go round the cart was beyond her. But there this person was - in Fey's path and putting them into a collision. "Oh gosh! Sorry!" She said just as she accidentally sprayed this person with the chemicalised water. Fey officially felt like an idiot.

[Jacob Spencer]

Today just wasn’t turning into the best day for Jake. Everything imaginable that could have gone wrong- really had. In the past forty eight hours he had been caught wandering around his room naked by Langston. Following that he’d bumped into his ‘booty call’ whilst with Langston which resulted in a full blown argument in Marty and Delilah’s which Jake was lucky he had walked away with both testicles still intact. Stereotypically this pattern emerged and kept up the trend of bad things come in three’s, he had almost kissed Langston. This fact was still playing on his mind, he knew that he thought she was hot but she was his best friend. You don’t go around kissing your best friend, even if she is majorly hot. I hadn’t stopped there either; he had then run into his “she-devil” step sister and well… less said about that the better.
Caffeine. He needed Caffeine. If he didn’t get some caffeine soon he would collapse and die a miserable death (not being melodramatic of course!).
He opened the partial glass door into “Sally’s Diner” dubbed Sally’s Psycho Diner by some of the high school lot apparently. The décor was your typical American diner, but at this point Jake really didn’t care if he had to drink coffee in a road side hut. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. The counter was surprisingly deserted, Jake stood there, resting his arms on the grey and red work surface, a low whistle passing his lips in tune to a song he’d just heard on the local radio. This noise attracted no staff, so he decided he couldn’t wait any longer.
Turning around, eyes scouring the diner for any form of life that could administrate him with the caffeine he so dreadfully needed. His eyes zoned in on a small (well small compared to him, up against his six foot three form, most people appeared below average height). With blonde curls cascading down her shoulders, and a cute face she looked a few years younger than him. He wandered over to her, before he could ask for a cup of coffee-she had spun around saturating his groin area and the bottom section of his pink designer polo shirt with some form of substance she was cleaning the tables with. His initiative though half asleep told him this was some form of cleaning agent. He looked from his once pink coloured polo shirt, which was now colour drained in a large circular pattern, he raised his eyes and met her face- his square jawline twitched and his eyebrow raised into a perfect arch.
“ I’m not sure if anyone told you sweetheart... but spilling cleaning agents over a guys genitals isn’t the best pulling method invented,” he winked at her, seeing the clear mortification in her features.


tag: Fey … Open
Wordcount: 453
Listening to: Tinchy Stryder ft Amelle- never leave
Notes: Hope this is ok (:

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[Fey Anderson]

It couldn't be said that Fey was much enjoying her day either. The stickiness was getting on her nerves and good days were somewhat of a rarity for Fey. Good days often needed someone to share them with, the 'someone's tended to be friends. Fey was severely lacking in the friends department - the only people who really spoke to her where those she worked with and her landlord. They were out of necessity rather than choice though. Still, Fey knew it was for the best. Friends meant questions, which meant answers, which meant people finding out she's a runaway, which meant being sent back home because she's a minor. Had she been able to pass it off, Fey would have said she was eighteen, rather than sixteen. It wasn't like she wouldn't have been able to do the work level for an eighteen year old at school - it was more the fact that she looked like a nervous sixteen year old. She lacked the confidence to pull it off.

The door openeing caught her attention, but Fey stuck at her current task. If no one had gone to the young man at the counter by the time she'd collected the plates, she would. Until then, she had dirty plates to gather. Having worked in the café for a fair while, Fey could identify the tell-tale signs of an inpatient customer. Humming was one of them. She was about to abandon her job to attend to him when the humming stopped. Fey figured he'd either left or twigged onto the fact that he was just going to have to wait. Little did she know that he was the being she was about to collide into. The only positive Fey could find having sprayed a customer was that she hadn't got him in the face. If the chemicals could make the colour in his shirt run, then what would it do to his face?!

When he spoke, Fey actually had to tilt her head back to see him. It was partly down to how close there were, but also down to the fact that he was very tall and she was fairly small. A fresh bought of crimson colouring filled Fey's cheeks as he spoke. She looked away, nervous and embarressed. "Sorry..." She could tell he was joking, so the question that plagued her mind was whether or not to continue the joke. She decided she had little left to hold onto, so why the hell not. "I'll bear that in mind next time I'm on the pull." Which would be never. The concept of Fey going on the pull was a laughable one. But rather than laughing, Fey decided it was high time she did her job. Putting down the deadly cleaning equipment, Fey grabbed a dry tea towel and handed it to the customer. "Ur... here..." She was not going to be cleaning that mess up! No way!

She left him to it a second, moving the cart to one side so she was free to move away. Fey wasn't running away from this customer - even though it probably seemed that way to him. She was weaving her way round the tables littered with condiments and dishes - the leftovers of the lunchtime rush - to get a menu. She grabbed one off the counter and tried to take a discrete as possible breath before going back to the customer she tried to clean. A wobbly smile was put on her face - Fey wasn't particularly one for facing her demons, no matter how recent - as she handed the menu over to the incredibly tall male. "Here's our menu, today's special are pecan ice cream or cherry pie. And there's a table over here..." She led the way to one of the few tables she'd managed to clear before attacking him with her spritzer. Fey was trying to forget ever having done it, but just having him there was making it very hard to do. Every few seconds, behind every blink she saw the catastrophy that had happened.

[Jacob Spencer]

Jacob chuckled when he saw how flustered she was getting, especially over the ‘going on the pull’. She handed him a cloth to wipe up his groin area and shirt, this made him laugh out right- somehow she made it obvious that she was certainly not going to wipe the mess up like she’d attempted to for the table- maybe it was the fact she practically through.
“Ah chill don’t worry about it. Its not every day a guy gets assaulted by a pretty girl… just a good job I had jeans on. Imagine the damage if I’d had some flimsy material on…” he visibly shuddered at the thought.
He watched as the small girl stepped back from him, and went to grab him a menu. The deep breath she took didn’t go un-noticed and a smug grin appeared on his features. He didn’t say anything about it though, that wasn’t Jacob’s “style”. He listened as she reeled off the list of specials and nodded thoughtfully.
“I tell you what, how about you get me a coffee and a pecan pie. To make up for startling you half to death treat yourself to whatever you like, drink and a cake. I think you deserve to take a break, and before you say that your not allowed due to the powers that be leave it to me,” he looked around searching for the manager he knew would be on shift somewhere. His eyes found her. “Hey Sal! I’m stealing you staff for a moment ok? I’ll leave a good tip. Promise!” flashing her best grin. He’d known Sally even since he’d moved away from home and to this place. He almost saw her as a stand in parental unit, checking that he didn’t drink to much, or ever run out of cash. “Oh and I won’t drink alcohol for a week!” he received a smile and a friendly nod to this comment, so the deal was set.
“Come on then snap snap, a guy can’t wait to long for his coffee before he going into shock!” he handed the girl a $20 bill and gave her a playful glare. “And I said whatever you want, if you come back with tap water ill be forced to go order you the most expensive LEGAL drink and cake off the menu!” the usual easy grin touching his eyes as he knew he’d won.

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Notes: sorry I took so long. Really hectic last week of school!

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[Fey Anderson]

Whether it was the manner she held or the colour on her cheeks giving it away, Fey could tell that this stranger she'd cleansed was fully aware of how awkward she was feeling. It wasn't her fault though. Well, it probably was since it was a conscious descision to alienate herself from socialising - but that was because she didn't want to be found. And the need to be hidden was her parents fault. So in a roundabout way, Fey could blame her parents for all this social in-eptness which plagued her. It wasn't particularly logical, which offended her inner smarts, but Fey had to have some teenage thoughts right? She certainly had enough teenage moments, like spraying a customer with watered down bleach. God, I am such an idiot! She thought to herself.

All faltering stopped and was replaced with surprise. Her whole body stopped. "Pretty?" It embarressed her no end to hear that come out more like "P...p...pr...pretty?" She'd never heard that word used to describe her. Freak girl, weirdo and strange; they were words she was used to. But pretty? Never. Fey was almost too fixated on that embarressment to hear this guy's next suggestion. When his words sunk in Fey's cheeks burned red. From the shudder, she figured it was supposed to be a joke so Fey attempted to laugh. It sounded more like a nervous cat getting strangled. "Who knows!" She said, finishing off his sentence though she was unable to take her eyes from the tiled floor.

When she handed over the menus and told him the specials, Fey never expected him to all but force her to take a break with him. Well, she presumed he meant that she was to eat her cake and drink her drink with him. She couldn't quite tell. Reading between the lines and studying the subtexts of books? No problem for Fey. Applying the same principle to people? Impossible. "I... I... I couldn't possibly. I mean, there's... the tables." Her sentence trailed off when she picked up on his resolve. He was even yelling to the owners, using the "Stage Name" as it were. "I'll get your order." She said, sighing a little as she went to get the pecan pie and coffee, tucking the $20 bill into her pinny.

As she made his coffee, Fey wondered what she was going to get but found her mind was wandering onto Mrs Nielson and her generosity. It was she who'd offered Fey the job, well agreed to let her work anyway. If it hadn't been for her, Fey would not have been able to live at the motel. Or anywhere for that matter. The smell of the coffee itched Fey's taste buds, but she knew she was far too warm for a cup. So instead, once she'd got the pecan pie for the customer, she served herself a bowl of the house cappuccino ice cream. It would both cool her down and satisfy the need for coffee. Had she not had this epiphany, Fey may have come out with a glass a tap water. Thinking that made her realise that he'd said a cake and drink. So she quickly grabbed a glass of orange juice before loading up a free tray with his order and her break.

All that was left to do before taking the food was to get his change. Fey wasn't about to let allow him to pay for her - she didn't like being paid for. Never really had, it made her uncomfortable. So she gave him the correct change for just his order and noted down what she'd taken. It was what they did anyway, when getting food for their breaks. Their pay wasn't docked, unless they took an extravegant meal or something. Putting the change back on the tray, Fey picked it up and went back onto the shop floor and towards the customer and his table. "Here you go. Pecan pie and coffee." She set them down on the table, feeling slightly calmer now she'd had a breather from the conversation. "I got ice cream rather than cake - was that allowed?" Fey being Fey was genuinely asking that, but she tried to mask it as those playful quips people used in social interaction. She doubted her success really. This was Fey after all.

[Jacob Spencer]

As she handed him his order, he glanced at her own making sure she’d gotten herself something. “Yes pretty, what else would I say? Except maybe you’re a national hazard with that cleaning agent but hey… and thank you,” he laughed at her when she genuinely asked if she was allowed ice cream instead of a cake. If it had been one of his university friends such as Langston she’d wouldn’t have bothered asking and had ice cream WITH cake.
“Yep your allowed ice cream, as long as you promise not to throw that all over my trousers,” he winked at her and had a bright idea. “Infact. Bingo, I have had a better idea!” leaning forward he stole a small amount of her ice-cream and put it on top of his coffee. Coffee with ice cream on top was his favourite childhood dish. No many children could actually stomach having to drink coffee, but he’d always been addicted to it. Usually at the dorm he’d have a coffee, with ice-cream THEN sprinkle sugar on top. He flashed her a cheeky grin. “There we’ll call it even,”. He glanced down at his coffee, before picking up the “designed to look like silver (but probably really plastic) spoon” and scooped up the already melting ice-cream. Somehow while eating the ice cream he infact managed to get a bit on his nose. “You see there I go again, appalling animalistic manners, I should be thrown out of here!” he calmly picked up a napkin and wiped it off. He had the feeling that if she had gotten food on her face she would have totally, like a hundred percent freaked out. She just looked like that kind of person. Jacob was the kind of guy that could make ice-cream look good-for god sake! He could wander out of the dorm with a flower in his hair and a thong and within the next day, ninety nine percent of the male student population would be wearing the exact same outfit. Annoying yes, but Jacob loved attention so he put up with it. Most of the time. Infact sometimes he purposefully wears idiotic outfits just to watch the rest of them turn up wearing the same the next day.
He suddenly realized something. He didn’t even know her name, glancing at her name badge he saw that it was Fey. Fey was nice. It was a different name.
“So Fey. I like the name Fey, especially how it’s spelt. Its different from the normal spelling F-A-Y. I’m Jake, Jacob, but just Jake or maybe Jay- whatever you prefer, so tell me. What do you do around here, other than attack innocent bystanders with cleaning agents and attempt to refuse a brunch date invitation-breaking many guys hearts I bet,” Jake was awfully good at just being a genuinely nice guy, fair enough he was a joker but he knew limits and he didn’t like it when people weren’t comfortable in a situation- he would try and make them as comfortable as possible. Well metaphorically speaking.

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[Fey Anderson]

The blush creeping over Fey's cheeks was definitely getting worse as this guy spoke. If he asked she would blame it on the heat, but she got the distinct impression that he wouldn't need to ask. For someone who had to fend for herself, Fey wasn't particularly "people-savvy" or "socially-savvy". Intellect she could do, it was simple and there was no human involvement. Though having said that, before she ran away Fey had been perfectly competant when it came to socialising. She'd had a small gathering of friends and she could converse quite easily with the rest of her class. She guessed it was the paranoia which had set in since her vanishing trick - a little part of her mind made her believe that everyone was out to get her and send her back home. It was silly really and completely irrational - two things Fey didn't hold much care for. "Maybe I should put that down then." She said, braving the attempt to continue the joke.

Questioning was just something Fey did. She had questions for just about anything - an old teacher often joked that she'd make a good interrogater because she left no detail out and no rock un-turned. For Fey, it was just that she liked knowing things - it came with the genius package really - and asking questions is the best way for going about finding things out. In later life she'd probably end up as a researcher or a journalist - asking questions for a living. "Don't worry, I intend to eat this all." She didn't that the reason behind it was the fact that she felt like she was about to melt - those sort of comments should be saved for one's close friends, not a perfect stranger one accidentally cleaned.

Though the fact that they were perfect strangers didn't seem to bother this guy. Before Fey could ask about his idea, he'd stolen a scoop of her coffee flavoured ice cream and put it in his coffee. And before she could contain it, she pulled a face. "Coffee and ice cream?" Her confusion (and disgust) for this combination brought Fey out of her shell a little, and she forgot all about being worried and edgy. "Ok, we're even." She spoke, though she couldn't take her eyes off the odd combination. Yet, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. People ate ice cream when having coffee, or had coffee and cream, so why would having them together make any difference? "What brought about the coffee/ice cream dish?" She asked, truely intrigued. Odd dishes often had stories behind them. Some of the weirder requests often came with stories - whether Fey wanted them or not.

Seeing the ice cream on her companion's nose made Fey laugh. She tried to contain it, having just taken a spoonful of the frozen, cafinated desert. Fey placed her hand in front of her mouth until she swallowed, only then did she feel confident enough to smile and giggle a bit. "It's a café, we see that all the time. Worst is when people don't notice and leave with cream on their noses." She laughed a little again, but she knew just how embarressed she'd be if it happened to her. Dying of shame just about covered it. Fey liked things in her control and that included the way she looked and to a degree how people saw her. If she looked like something in the background she could go un-noticed. Ice cream on the nose meant being noticed.

It never occured to Fey that she didn't know this guy's name. She never knew customers' names unless they were regulars. They always knew her name, thanks to her name tag. Something this customer had obviously read, seeing as how he was now talking about it. "I think I'm named after my grandma or something. I'll stick with Jake, Jake's a good name." It was a lame thing to say, but Jake was a good name. Well it is to Fey anyway. "I don't break hearts, just plates." Not the best impression but it true. She'd broken only three plates, but no hearts. "I bus tables and make drinks. Very glamorous. What do you do?"