7 Quite The Help

(Evan POV)

"Well, that sounds very fun." Again. Asshole.

"Rory come on man, what's up with you! Help me out of this shit!" I pleaded him but it seems to no avail.

"The only way out is to dig your way out yourself. You can't expect other people to do it for you, Evan. I can't help you because you don't even want to be helped in the first place."

I was left speechless. Rory never acted so wise before and I kind of believe what he said. Do I really sound like I don't even want to be helped?

Nah man. I want him gone. How am I supposed to not want to be helped when I can't stand knowing he exists?

"See? You're pondering on it. When people know for sure how they feel about someone they don't look so unsure and they don't need time to ponder and tell themselves that they don't like a person. What happened that made you so unsure Evan?"

My mouth just dropped. Rory never seemed so concerned and interested in one of my problems. It makes me happy knowing he is not completely heartless and that he actually cares about me.

"It's nothing Rory..it's just..." I trailed off. What am I supposed to tell him. All he knows is that we both came in early today and that we talked for a bit. Though that is not completely false, it's only half of the truth. Telling him that Aaron talked to me like a normal human being and that he seemed like he actually cared would only give Rory another reason for him to say that I should stop complaining about it and start to man up.

You know.. I like Rory. But I can't really tell him that I have doubts about a person that I am supposedly hating on. It would only make him smirk and tell me that it was about time anyway.

You know what? Why can't I just go missing and never ever return again. Get a new identity and move in like.. I don't know Korea?

Nobody would know me there. But knowing Rory he would search the whole damn world in order to find me among with police and FBI agents everywhere. That's how much Rory actually cares, it's just that he doesn't want to show it.

I sighed. My life really couldn't get any worse now. I mean.. I'm pretty damn sure I still hate him, but what happened today morning makes me think otherwise. It makes me look like an asshole and makes him the good guy.

How unfair.

He seemed really honest too, it almost felt like I could trust him with my secrets and know he wouldn't dare tell on me.

Maybe I have judged too quickly?

"See? You are doubting yourself again." Said Rory confidently. "How did you even know?" This guy never ceases to surprise me.

"You make faces that make it obvious about what you think. So I always know what's on your mind."..

...

"Rory that's creepy as fuck, you know that?" We both laughed and said our goodbyes. It was time for me to get home since it was getting pretty late. It was almost ten at night and I had to get home, eat something take a shower then go to sleep. Tomorrow work starts ten minutes early since some special guests are supposed to arrive.

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I wonder who these special guests are. I mean.. I know they're supposed to be miss Ellies friends, but she seemed really exited for some reason. They must be really important people because I have never seen Ellie act so jumpy before.

Well, it is none of my business anyways. All I have to do is be more than just a simple waiter. I will probably have to cook and make drinks and cocktails and mix some alcohol drinks. I mean, all things that were in my job description. Believe it or not, mixing alcohol drinks sucks.

Customers sometimes don't like them because they are too diluted or because there is too much of that and much less of the other and blah blah blah..

It's just very frustrating and tiering. At least I have Aaron to-

-OH SHIT!.

Aaron will probably be there too!! What....how..why!? How am I supposed to deal with Aarons clumsiness and cook and make drinks and take orders and deliver the orders and.. SHIT I'M PANICKINGGGGG!!!

I am hopeful that Aaron won't be working with me today, but seeing as the universe doesn't like me, the exact opposite will happen.

And that was proven correct when I entered the shop and Ellie and Aaron were waiting for me at one of the tables at the far back of the shop.

"Good morning miss Ellie, good morning Aaron." I greeted as I was making myself comfortable in my seat.

"Evan dear, you know that today will be coming some of my friends in the high society here to enjoy their time and have some fun. Unfortunately you will have to perform all the other times of work that are in your job description. I am not too happy about it either but Aaron is not very qualified and you are the only waiter that is extremely good at their job. So I trust you with being the lead waiter/ chef today. Can you do that Evan?"

My mouth literally just dropped to the floor. Me? The lead-

NONONONONO...

"What about Aaron, what will he do?" I asked afraid of the answer that is to come.

"He will try to help you around wherever he can." She said very confidently.

"Wait, ma-am. I have to keep an eye on him too?.. no I can't. There is no way I will be able to keep track of him and everything else."

Aaron looked very confused and cut in as well asking "Um, not trying to interrupt or anything, but what does Evan have to do if he is an elite waiter?"

Ellie started laughing and said "Evan, would you be so kind and enlighten Aaron on what what your job should actually be?"

I sighed. "Yes ma-am."

I find myself doomed but this is my job I guess.

"As you might have already realised, my job is not the one like the one of a regular waiter. An elite waiter such as myself requires much more skill.

My actual job consists in me being able to be and perform more things than one at the same time. You could look at it like multitasking. I have to be a cook/chef, a waiter, a restaurant and kitchen manager, a baker and most importantly a bartender.

So all in all, I have to be able to cook any type of dish the customer wants, I have to be able to bake any type of desert and cake, I have to be well balanced and remember well which person ordered what, I need to be quick in my movements and most important of all, because I am also a bartender I need to be able to make milkshakes and cocktails and mix alcohol drinks."

I said everything like it was rehearsed. I was kind of proud of myself but also... Damn.. I gotta do all that!

Aarons mouth literally hit the floor just like in cartoons. "Y-you gotta be able to do all that!?" He asked completely stunned. His eyes widened so much that I almost thought they would pop out of their sockets.

"Yes, and now I have to not only keep track of the oven, drink maker machine, the washing of dishes glasses and silverware, the clock, and stove, and orders and people. Now I need to keep track of your position at all times, where you are what you are currently doing and-"

"That is enough Evan, dear." Said Ellie, interrupting me from talking and blabbering my heart out. OhMyGod. I just.. I made myself a laughing subject didn't I?

I looked over at Aaron but instead of trying to hold in his laughers he looked really amazed and sorry. He looked like a kid in Willy Wonkas chocolate factory. His green eyes sparkled beautifully and looked stunned. Maybe I was a little too harsh on him, I mean.. it's not his fault I have to do so much work..

But his expression.. it looked like he was admiring me, and that felt pretty damn good. I felt as if he was silently praising me, and that for some reason made me really happy.The fact that he thought I was cool, although my work is literal torture.

Oh well, I need to survive today if I want to keep this job.

"Don't worry Evan dear, you can have a few shots if it gets too much work for you ok?"

I thanked her and went to the staff room to prepare myself for the nightmare that is about to begin.

(Next chapter is going to be a little different!)