84Much love to the two who reviewed my first chapter, Sara Frisch and TheMikeyChild! But anywayz, this is my second chapter of Sans Vous, Je Suis Mort and there will be more coming. Bear with me here.
Disclaimer: I own all except for Vans and Converse XOXO
Jason had been fairly anxious the whole weekend and now the time had come. It was Monday and he had just gotten out of school.
His shift at the coffeeshop started at 3 pm, which was only a half an hour away according to the clock on the dashboard of Jason's car.
He went home hurriedly, not wasting any time in the commute from school to home. He had even actually used his study hall time at the end of the day to do homework, instead of flirting with random guys and talking to his friends like he usually did.
Dropping his keys next to the keybowl on the small entrance table, he sprinted up the stairs to his room. His sister, Emily, practically jumped out of his way, not about to be run over by a gay man ready to maul anyone who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Where's the fucking fire?!" the 15-year-old yelled after him.
"In my pants!" he replied, throwing the door to his room open and dashing through.
"Eww," Emily mumbled, flipping her light brown hair over her shoulder and began descending the stairs again.
Jason walked up to the 6 foot mirror mounted on the wall, examing his appearance.
"Hmm, hair sucks, make-up sucks, and I don't like these shoes," he commented quietly and stepped over to his closet. He knelt down to the numerous pairs of shoes below his clothes and looked them over intently.
"No to the Converse, no to the flip flops...Ooh, these are good," Jason said to himself as he picked up a pair of black Vans decorated with neon brass knuckles, skulls, and hearts. He slipped them on, having taken off the pair he wore to school upon entering his room. Jason gave a satisfied smile down at his feet, dusting off the knees of his almost obnoxiously tight black jeans as he stood up.
"Now for my hair," he mumbled, walking over to the small vanity in the corner of the room. Jason took out his make-up case, opening it and looking through the different colors of eyeliner and eyeshadow.
He bit his bottom lip in concetration, finally deciding on plain black eyeliner and hot pink eyeshadow. Before he applied either of these though, he removed the existing eye make-up.
After Jason was satisfied with the appearance of his face, he concetrated on his hair. First, he re-straightened it, then put sculpting wax on the sleek brown mass, making it methodically disasterous in the back.
"In the immortal words of Christian Siriano, 'that's fierce!'" Jason said, smiling widely as he examined his reflection in his mirror yet again.
His gaze wondered over to the clock perched on his bedside table and he gasped loudly.
"Shit! I'm late!" he yelled, running out of his room, not even bothering to turn off the lights.
Barely managing to grab his keys on the way out, Jason sprinted towards his car. He gave a smalle jump, sliding over the hood of the small black vehicle expertly. This was something he did out of habit whenever he got the chance.
He threw the driver's side door open, climbing inside hastily and starting the engine. The car skidded out of the driveway and down the street, making it to the coffeeshop in record time.
"I'm here!" Jason yelled, panting heavily as he stumbled in the door of the establishment. He recieved strange looks from the seven people in the building but thought nothing of it, waving to them happily.
"Tina, I live!" Jason called and stepped through the door of her office. He was immediately greeted by the gorgeous sight of Caleb staring at him questioningly. Apparently, Tina had been briefing the blonde on the general rules and procedures that the employees were required to follow.
"Thank you for living then, Jason. Well, he can tell you the rest. Good luck," Tina said, addressing first Jason, then Caleb.
"Alright. Thanks," Caleb said, smiling at his new boss, then turning towards Jason. He waited patiently, wondering why Jason was staring at him with that dazed look in his eyes.
"Oh...yeah. I'm Jason and you're...Caleb, right?" Jason asked, playing like he wasn't the slight stalker that he was.
"Cale," the blonde corrected, offering Jason a small smile that almost made him gasp from the sheer beauty of the expression.
"Okay then, Cale. I suppose I have to show you around this place," Jason said, beaming back at him happily. 'Tina, I am forever in your debt for hiring this gorgeous eye candy for me,' he thought.
"Wicked. You lead the way," Cale said, making an almost unnoticable gesture towards the door.
"Right," Jason said, still smiling as he walked past him. "First, I'll show you the stockroom, since it's closest and I'm lazy."
Cale didn't crack a smile, already not liking Jason. In his opinion, the boy was trying too hard to get him to like him. It was becoming obnoxious already, and to add to this fact, Jason was obviously open about being gay. Cale wasn't a homophobe of anything and he had no problem at all with gay people, but the way Jason was acting now suggested that Cale was going to be hit upon by Jason by the end of today. This was definately something that he was not looking forward to, seeing as Cale was 100 percent straight.
"...the way these people go through espresso beans, you would think we make them with meth." Cale was broken out of his thoughts by Jason's voice and he quickly adopted a questioning look.
"Well, do you?" he asked, his voice completely serious-sounding even though he was joking.
"Of course we do. If it keeps the customers coming back, Tina'll do it," Jason replied, sounding serious as well.
"So is that why she's dressed like a cheap whore?" Caleb asked, cracking a small smile.
"Haha. Yeah," Jason laughed, turning back to the boxes of supplies. 'Hot and funny. That definately ups his point total,' Jason thought happily. "Okay, so now we're moving on," he said, abruptly turning around and grabbing Cale's arm, leading him out the door.
Cale's eyebrows raised slightly at the other's forwardness and he casually yet pointedly shrugged out of his grasp.
Jason shrugged and kept walking, Cale noticing his reaction and liking him even less.
The tour was promptly over, the coffeeshop being one of the smallest buildings on the street.
"So yeah. That's it. Any questions?" Jason said, putting his hands together in front of his chin and resting them there.
"No," Cale said, wanting to communicate with Jason as little as possible at the moment.
"Alrighty, cool. So, basic etiquette. All that needs to be said for that is don't be a jackass and don't be too friendly, because then you'll end up in awkward situations," Jason said, nodding as if he knew this well from prior experience.
"That's a given," Cale said, his tone of voice portraying an unamused emotion.
"Did Tina tell you what she wanted you to do for today?" Jason asked, giving up on the whole 'try to be charming' attitude and becoming sullen.
"Yeah. I think she wanted me to work the other register," Cale said, crossing his arms across the deep blue shirt that covered a slim torso, the lines of which were visible through the tight fabric.
"Awesome," Jason said by way of dismissal and walked off to the register he would be manning. 'Ugh, of course the only hot guy that works here has to be a douche,' Jason thought, rolling his eyes. 'That is exactly what I get for making out with that guy last week. God, his girlfriend was pissed.'
"Jason, can I get some help?" Cale asked, looking over at the other with a confused/frustrated look that complimented all of his flawless features.
"Yeah," Jason replied quietly. He had been momentarily stunned by Cale's face. Another thing he noticed was that not only did the boy's face portray his expression, the emotion seemed to eminate from his body, affecting everyone around him.
"What was your order again, ma'am?" Jason asked politely, his mind still a bit foggy.
"A hazlenut iced coffee," the woman replied almost acidly, obviously annoyed by the hold up.
"This button is for iced coffee," Jason said, moving a bit to his right so Cale could see what he was doing. "And then you press three for the hazlenut flavor. Was that all?" Jason said, his eyes flitting back up to the woman who had busied herself with running her manicured fingers through her longe blonde hair.
"Yeah," she said, not looking toward Jason or Cale.
"So then you press enter and it gives you the total, tax included. Did Tina show you how to make one of these?" he asked, looking up at Cale innocently while placing the money in the register.
Cale had been busy looking over Jason's skinny frame, lost in his own thoughts regarding the other.
"Uh, no," he said, then gave a somewhat apologetic smile.
The dark-haired boy sighed, walking back and demonstrating how to prepare the drink, then handed it to Cale to present to the unhappy looking customer.
"Have a nice day," Cale said, offering a dazzling smile by Jason's standards.
"Yeah," the girl said snottily, rolling her eyes and walking away, cell phone to her ear and flip-flops making small noises.
"Ugh, bitch," Cale said quietly, making a disgusted face at her retreating form. "Hey, thanks Jason," he added and turned around to find the space next to him empty.