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"Shut up!"
That's what the 21-year-old guy said as he lay on his bed, kicking his alarm clock with his foot.
His eyebrows were furrowed and he didn't open his eyes, probably because the sound of the alarm clock hitting the floor was annoying him.
He let out a sigh of relief and rolled over to the other side, continuing to sleep as if nothing had happened. And the blanket wrapped around his body made him look like a giant hot dog.
He slept pretty well for about half an hour, but that was about it. It was all because of the white cat that hopped into his bed, swaying its slender tail across his entire face and constantly meowing in search of food.
"Come here, Marcy, you annoying cat." He said this sleepily, then took the blanket off and put his arm around her little body, pulling her close to cuddle her against his chest. She looked like a tiny piece of fluffy wool compared to his huge body.
He let out a sigh because his phone's ringtone was loud and it had interrupted his sleep. He yanked his hand out of bed, trying to find it. After a bit of searching, he finally grabbed it and plopped down on the bed, holding the phone up to his face to try to see who was calling.
(The Big Child.)
This is what was on his phone's screen before he threw it to the floor.After a few seconds, his phone rang again, so he lifted his upper body and grabbed his phone really quickly. "What do you want?"
"Taylor, you lazy bum, please tell me that you're at work."
Taylor, on the other hand, furrowed his eyebrows when he realized he'd forgotten to check the time. He thought it was too early to wake up, as usual.
He took his phone away from his ear to check the time, which said 9 a.m. His eyes widened with shock as he quickly put the phone back to his ear. His voice bounced off the walls with a scream that could crack the glass.
"Steven, you idiot! I told you to wake me up before you left ; why didn't you?"
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm scared for my life, man. Last time I tried to wake you up, you kicked me in the face!"
Taylor didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He replied in a serious tone. "I swear, you're the one who's going to wash the dishes tonight."
"But it's not fair. It's your turn. I haven't done anything to make you angry. You're the lazy one here!"
Taylor hung up on Steven, so he didn't get a response.
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He looked pretty annoyed as he put his phone back in his jeans pocket and muttered under his breath. "He's such a jerk. He always cuts off the line in my face and lets me talk to myself."
He checked his watch, stood up from the wooden bench, and started walking to the university campus.
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He yawned, his fingers tangling in his long, hazel-colored hair as it fell over his shoulders.
He turned toward the smashed alarm clock on the floor, staring at it blankly, with a heartbroken expression on his face, and a wobbly voice. "Why? I'm breaking my sixth alarm clock, and I've spent all of my money on this."
"Oh, shit!"
He jumped out of bed as soon as he realized how much time he'd wasted complaining. He stumbled over the blanket as soon as he put his foot on the floor and fell on his face.
"My nose!" He groaned, rubbed his nose, got up, and walked unsteadily to the bathroom.
He looked at his red nose in the mirror, sticking out his lower lip like a child, and used an elastic hair tie to make a high ponytail. He opened the tap to wet his face, but he shouted like a terrified monkey because he'd mistakenly opened the tap from the side of the hot water.
"My skin's burning!" he said.
He hurried to his closet, grabbed some clothes, and went to the kitchen. He wrapped his light jacket around his waist and opened the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. Little Marcy was hovering around him, rubbing against his legs.
"That kid is a real glutton. One day he'll eat me."
He let out a sigh, disappointed when he couldn't find anything to fill his appetite. He slammed the fridge door. He turned around and saw his cat, who had raised her head and was staring at him with her two blue eyes.
"Don't be mad at me, Marcy. I'll get you your favorite snack."
He opened the kitchen cupboard with one hand and took out her food bag while holding her with the other. He squatted down and filled her own bowl. He laughed lightly at Marcy's behavior, who jumped off his lap to devour her food.
He got up and went out of his kitchen, which opened into the living room. It was a cozy room with basic furniture and purple walls. It had a balcony window that looked out onto a little garden belonging to a kindergarten, and the light from it brightened up the whole house.
He grabbed an apple from a little basket on a wooden table between the sofa and the TV, which only turned off when the power went out.
He popped the apple in his mouth and put on his sneakers.
"Goodbye, Marcy. Steven'll be back soon to take care of you. Be nice while I'm gone and don't mess with my stuff, okay?"
He was nice to his cat after grabbing his backpack and heading out the door.
After a few seconds of silence, the door opened wide, and he came back in. "I forgot the phone!" he said.
He hurried toward the coach and grabbed his phone before heading back downstairs. He stopped when he heard the old lady's voice. She had called him after opening her apartment door.
"Taylor, sweetie, can you pick up a blueberry pie for me on your way?"
He rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. "I don't have time for you."
He turned toward her with a fake smile after thinking about how he wanted to ignore her and leave, but his conscience wouldn't let him. On the other hand, the old woman would start a lesson on morals and respect for old people.
"Sure."
"Thanks, son, and good luck in your new job." She smiled and waved at him before closing the door, leaving him standing on the stairs, speechless. "How'd she know I got a new job? Is she spying on me?"
He widened his eyes in disbelief.
He shook his head and slapped his cheek before running down the stairs, still looking disgusted.
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He rolled his eyes while checking the time on his wristwatch, leaning against a lamppost with his arms crossed, waiting for the late bus to take him to his destination.
He was pretty annoyed because of the old lady sitting on a bench who kept staring at him with a weird smile.
"Do the old ladies have problems with me?"
After waiting a while, he was shocked to see the bus that had finally arrived, carrying the entire American population.
"Why doesn't luck smile for even a second for me? Unbelievable."
He bit his lip while rubbing the back of his head, then started moving his legs, heading to his destination.
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He was dancing and swaying in a small nightclub in the heart of Sydney, surrounded by drunk people clapping and screaming while watching his ridiculous show. He looked like he was either genuinely happy or just putting on a show.
"What are you doing? Let go of my ear!"
His joyful moment was ruined by a young man who showed up out of nowhere and grabbed him by the ear, hard, until it swelled, indifferent about the pain he was causing Jack, who was struggling to free himself from the tree scissors clinging to his ear so tightly.
"You idiot! Your mom's been looking for you since morning, and you've been dancing and flirting with every woman you see in this cheap nightclub!"
Jack squeezed his eyes as he heard his friend yell.
"Let me be alone! You're making a fool of me in front of everyone!" Jack muttered under his breath when he finally extricated himself. "You have a phone; use it!" He yelled.
Matthew breathed heavily, crossed his arms, and responded after raising his left eyebrow. "I would've done that if you'd taken your phone with you."
Jack was surprised by his friend's response, and he reached into the empty pockets of his black pants, where he only had a lighter from his back pocket.
He was surprised when a strange hand grabbed his lighter really fast. He looked down, annoyed, while listening to his friend's lessons, who wouldn't stop following him like a child.
"And you smoke too?"
Jack didn't like how his friend wouldn't stop scolding him, so he screamed to show he was annoyed. "I'm not a kid anymore, so you can't control my behavior or force your boring rules on me! I'm tired! Let me catch my breath!"
"Breathing what? Smoke? Or weed, who knows?" Mathiew said, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh my god!" Jack laughed in disbelief, pushing his friend from his chest before running outside, where he leaned against the wall and threw up all the drinks he'd had.
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"This is it, finally." Taylor said, breathing heavily, standing in front of an Italian restaurant. He made his way to the entrance, his feet no longer able to carry him after running around.
He grabbed the door handle, but didn't open it. Instead, he leaned his head against the glass, not noticing the people inside the restaurant who were surprised to see his face stuck to the glass.
He took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside. His sneakers rubbed on the marble floor, showing how fancy the restaurant he had just entered was.
"Nice." The young man whispered and rubbed his neck, looking around every corner, forgetting why he had come to that place.
He was surprised to hear a man's voice, and it sounded mad. He looked over at the manager when he recognized the voice. He bit his lip nervously while looking at the man as he came closer.
The young man smiled nervously, knowing he'd be in trouble for being late on his first day at work.
"I'm sorry for the delay. I won't do it again."
After Taylor bowed his head, the manager sighed and hit the young guy with his morning newspaper on the head, clenching his teeth. "Your first day on the job, and you're late. What's the deal with you not being on time?"
"I'm sorry again, sir." Taylor replied, looking at the manager, who had crossed his arms and was staring at him in silence.
He pointed to a young guy sitting on a chair next to the pantry with an apron over his shoulder. His eyes were closed, and he tapped the ground with his shoes, following the rhythm of the soothing music playing through his headphones.
"Have you seen the red-haired guy over there? Go up and talk to him; he'll show you the ropes."
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The new employee coughed to get the young guy's attention, who hadn't noticed him. Taylor gave him a little tap on the shoulder; he opened his eyes and looked at him in annoyance.
"What do you want? Don't you see I'm on my break?" The young man grumbled before removing the headphones.
Taylor was taken aback by the young man's rudeness, and he bit his lip before responding. "Sorry to bother you, but the manager has sent me to show me the roles since I'm new."
After a deep sigh, the young man shook his head, stood up from the chair, tucked his headphones into his pants pocket, and asked coldly. "Waiter or chef?"
"Waiter."
"Come with me." He said, carrying his work apron, as he walked towards the workers' room.
He stopped in front of the lockers and addressed Taylor, arms folded. "This is the staff room, so pick an empty locker and stash your stuff in it. Then put on the work apron and follow me to take the orders from the kitchen."
He moved his legs to get out, and Taylor followed him, swiftly putting on his apron. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, a tiny person bumped into him and he heard plates full of food hitting the floor and shattering.
"Celine, you idiot, look in front of you next time. I've told you countless times not to run while carrying five plates at once!"
The girl covered her face with both hands in fear as she heard the red-haired man telling her off in front of Taylor.
"I'm sorry." She addressed Taylor after she dropped her head and glanced at the ground, looking very embarrassed.
"It's okay." Taylor responded while staring at her, and she bent down to pick up the broken plates.
"Let me help you." Taylor said, and bent down to help her. She paused for a moment, staring at him in silence.
He stopped when he felt like she was staring at him, so he looked up at her. She smiled gently and said, "Thank you; you are so kind."
She looked at the fiery-haired guy, who was staring at her with narrowed eyes.
She was having a bit of a laugh with Taylor when she felt a hand push her, and she fell to the ground, groaning.
"What are you doing, Celine? Are you flirting with the guy, or what? Go away and let me clean up the mess you caused."
"What are you saying?" The girl replied, hitting his shoulder and nearly dying of embarrassment; however, he didn't care about her feelings and continued to pick up the broken plates.
After a bit of silence, she said something, like she was used to his rudeness. "Aiden, you're not gonna tell the manager what I did, are you?"
Aiden let out a sigh. "I won't tell him, and even if he finds out himself, he won't dare to scold you because I'll use him as a towel to clean the floor."
She smiled widely as soon as she heard his answer and kept staring at his face until Taylor asked, glancing at both of them curiously. "Are you two lovers?"
Aiden's expression stiffened, and he didn't say anything. Celine, on the other hand, started to feel nervous. "No! We're not!"
Taylor looked at her in surprise as she dashed to the workers' room and shut the door behind her.
"I'm sorry if I hit a chord; I really didn't mean to bother you." Taylor spoke softly after putting his hand on Aiden's shoulder.
Taylor removed his hand because he did not want to worsen the situation. Until Aiden responded, looking at him with eyes that told a sad story that concluded with tears.
"She was my fiancée."
"Oh."
"I'll grab the cleaning stuff and be right back." Aiden said, then stood up and moved away from the place.
Taylor bit his lip, feeling like it was his own fault for being curious, and stared into the void.
"Taylor, you idiot, you shouldn't have interfered with things that don't concern you."
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