Chapter Two- Randy

Now that Randy has gotten himself fired, he has a bit of an issure. What is he going to resort to now?

I stared at Sara, then let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh my goodness Sara, for a minute I actually thought you said I was fired!"

Her pretty green eyes looked back into my blue ones. She sighed.

"Randy, I did. And you are."

My mouth fell open. What the hell was I going to do about this!? I had a fine and bills to pay! How in the world was I going

to pay for this without a job!?

"B-b-but, Sara." I stammered.

"What am I supposed to do now?"

She looked back at me- with what sympathy? I really couldn't tell. But I knew that there was no way she would be heartless

about this. That just wasn't in her.

"Randy, I like you and i really don't want to do this to you but what choice do I have?"

Her voice sounded small. Sara was upset. she didn't want me to go. she needed me.

" Sara, baby I-"

"Did you seriously just call me baby?!" She interupted me.

"Randy what the hell is wrong with you!

I was blushing. This was not going the way that it was played in my head.

"I- I just thought that maybe.."

"That maybe you should go home." She finished.

Seriously, there was no use arguing. Without a word I took off my apron and walked out of the store without looking back.

 

I walked into my apartment instantly being hit with the familiar scent of beer, pizza and chicken wings. It really didn't

bother me infact I don't think I could live without the scent of any of those things.

I flung myself onto my couch and lied with my head face first in a pillow that had an unknown smell to it.
 As I lied there trying to think of a way to solve my problems- only one solution seemed to pop up in my mind.
 Mom. Mom could fix this I would just tell her that I need some money, i mean why would she not lend her favorite son some

money so he wouldn't end up in the streets.
That was my final answer.

"Absolutely not! If you can't take care of yourself on your own then I will not lend you money, Randy you will simply just

have to come back home."

" No, mom! Don't make this day even worse for me, please I already lost my job don't make me give up my pad to!" I begged.

"Randy, don't be unreasonable 'here' is your home and it always will be. Now stop this nonsense pack up and I will be there

in a few hours."

After my mom said that unbearable sentence, she hung up.

 

I had no choice.
There was no way that I could stay here.
Well- unless I really wanted to starve myself.
At least at my parents house there is a TV.

I started to throw my stuff into some suitcases i had lying around. Luckily I was lazy enough that i hadn't even really

unpacked much since I came here about five months ago.
Once I had finished packing to the best of my abilities I sank back down on my couch.
While I was sitting there I started thinking...thinking about Sara.
God she was pretty!
That dark, brown long wavy hair of hers, and her stunning green eyes.
Sara is seriously beautiful.

Wait! What the hell is my problem. Why did I put such a beautiful girl through all my s**t! I was lucky that she even dealt

with me for that long!
Seriously I blew it.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Please ignore spelling and grammer problems.
Thanks.
:)