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Crazy Over You (Just Don't Know Yet) 1

I'ts 1982, and this was meant to be the decade of prosperity. Hope and all that other stuff. Two years into it and I've figured out one thing. I'm going nowhere in life. I'm Whitney Normal and am a 24 year old lady working as a waitress at a place called Donny's Diner. For extra cash, I work at a funeral home as a cryer. A cryer is someone hired to cry at funerals of those who had no family to get sad for them. I know. Pretty sad. But don't worry there's usually like six of us there. I mean hello! Crying there alone? Talk about 'Look Stupid Without Trying 2'. The first of this infamous series is a KISS photoshoot. At Donny's we have the worst uniform ever! It's these brown shirts with your name stitched on it where a badge would go, then the custom black pants with the logo stitched right on the butt pocket and to top it off, hats shaped like hamburgers. Maybe we're fashion forward. Okay we are so not! Anyways, it's busy throughout the day but gets quieter after 4pm. So we close at 6pm instead of late. Which works because I have a child to think about. Before you get a heart attack, the child is my boyfriend's. Bradley Brown. He used to be a gangster but cleaned up his act. He's in Germany, working for his son who's with me. His son is seven and is BJ. Short for Bradley Brown Junior. As for Bradley, he'll be back. He has to be. BJ is his son. Anyways, the place was closing and I was wiping the counter while my fellow waitress Bobbie filed her nails or whatever. She always does that. One gets used to her lazy after a while. I was looking down but could feel someone had come in.

Me:(tiredly) Donny's Diner. Digest delicious food delightfully. How may I help you?
?:(bad impersonation of my voice)  Donny's Diner. Digest delicious-
Me: Get lost Michael.

That's Michael Jackson. We went to high school together and even then I didn't like him much. He fit in everywhere for being famous and then you get me. I'm going to be those old ladies still bitter about NOT going to prom because I had no date while a self proclaimed stud like Michael had 4 dates! Michael however thinks he and I are friends. In fact, he insists we're best of friends. He just likes to annoy me that's all.

Michael: Don't wanna. Besides your boss said I can eat my meals anytime for free.
Me: Fine. You'll be having-
Michael: Everything on the first 3 pages of the menu.
Me: I hate you.
Michael: (giggles) Because I love you just a cheese sandwich. With a diet coke. And chocolate ice cream.
Me: Ask Bobbie to do it.
Michael: (pouts) But you're my favorite waitress.

Don't tell anyone but he is really cute when he does that pouting thing and- stop Whitney!

Me: Coming right up.
Michael: How was your day?
Me: It was - no talking to customers.
Michael: Come on! Donny loves me.

I simply ignored him and fixed his order. Sooner you do it, the faster they go you know. I went back and saw him flirting with Bobbie the nail filer. I gave them a piercing stare and Michael turned to me.

Michael: I take you don't aproove of her, friend.
Me: I don't care. It's not like we're friends, enemy.
Michael: Girl we so are!
Me: are not!
Michael: I'll give you a lift home to seal the deal.
Me: A friendship isn't about lifts.
Michael: Even when they need it? (gets up) bye, Whitney.
Me: Your meal?
Michael: Have it.
Me: I hate you. Making me make meals you won't eat.

I looked outside and it just started raining hard. Uugh! Did I have to take Michael up on his offer? He was still standing there.

Me: One lift won't hurt.
Michael:(arms out) Hug?
Me: don't push it.
Michael: (hugs me anyway) I still love you best friend.
Me:(rolls eyes) best friend.

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