Ham

Today was the last day I got to work with Tyler at work. It turns out that this Sunday is his last day, and I had to request every day he worked, off. I'm fucking pissed!

I met his girlfriend tonight, though. I dunno if I like her much at all. She's nice, she has a squeakier voice than I would imagine, but I dunno. She hung around for about as long as I was clocked out, which was about two hours.

Jake suddenly realized the time, told Ben and me to quickly clock out, but I stuck around.

I was cleaning the house this morning. Got everything vacuumed, dusted, and whatnot, and eventually stripped from my PJs to my sports bra and shorts. I put my Classic Pizza shirt on over the bra, put on pants and socks, when I went to work. Almost as soon as I was clocked out, I asked if they wouldn't mind me taking off my shirt, and fuck, I did it. I threw my work shirt in my car and walked around in my sports bra for the rest of the night. I ain't afraid of my body. I'm about as white as pizza dough, but whatever.

Dude, Kevin was walking around without his shirt, too. He had to open, so he left about I dunno, sixish. He kept coming back in, though, and every time he came in, he had less clothes. About an hour after he left, he came in with a tank top. After that, he didn't have a shirt.

I don't even know what to say about him. He's fucking ripped. And it's like the lean muscle, too, more or less. Every movement he makes ... hot damn. Lucky girlfriend.

And Kimber thought Zach had a nice body. Nuh-uh, not compared to Kevin.

Why do I work with such hot guys?

Kevin and I were the only ones hanging around that weren't sun burnt. Apparently Jake and Tyler floated down the river earlier that day, didn't wear sunscreen, and lived to regret it. All day Jake was complaining about how it hurt to move and how hot it was.

Scooter, Jake and Tyler's friend, came in after Ralph left, and he was just as burnt. After Jake was closing down, he took chicken wings (stuff we can't sell because it's not on our menu) from the freezer and pressed the bag against his burns. He was quite pleased with himself.

Oh my dear.

So we had another mini rush after Ralph left. Jake was out in Nate's car smoking with him, and he more or less left me in charge. He told me to come get him if they got some pizzas. After the three he slapped out for me. The only thing I can't do at work is slap a pizza. And then Scooter goes and tells me that he learned during a rush ... and he was just a driver. Shut up.

Anyway, so the pizza was a all meat, so I topped it up, stuck it in the oven. Jake comes in as I set it down on the belt, sees the tickets accumulating (Ben went out and got him after a second call), so I was stuck up front helping Jake top pizzas for a while there. I was pretty proud of myself. Jake was impressed, too. I mean, I was reading what each toppings were like a pro (his words). He also said my skills were natural. I think a lot of this has to go toward the fact that I think Jake is more a flirt that he'd admit. At least toward me. Now I don't feel like testing this newfound theory. Depends on how we're gonna test it.

So I went and topped most of those pizzas. Jake slapped them out, sauced them, sometimes cheesed them, and I slapped toppings on them and sent them through the oven. Sorting them out when the came out wasn't as fun, but whatever.

So um ...

Later that night, I once again told Jake that he'd call me up if he ever decides to go ham. Go out and party. Y'know. Shit like that. I told him that he was a bad influence, but he laughed it off. Cool. Maybe I was talking to Tyler. Or both. At different times. Erm.

He said he'd bring me along, as long as I let loose as well. I might ... I might just do that, I told him. So now I got a promise on my shoulders. To one of my favorite guys in the world. Jake made it up there, man. Not that there are a lot of favorite guys of mine.

Later that night I told Tyler that I needed another hug from him before I never saw him again. If I hang out with Jake, I'm sure that's not going to be the case (plus, Tyler said he's coming to my grad party), but I got a hug anyway. I think Jake said he'd hug me if I gave Scooter a hug, too. I only met the guy, but hell, I did it.

"Be gentle," both Jake and Scooter told me. They were fucking sun burnt.

Then I get home and I couldn't decide of Dad was more sun burnt or if Jake or Scooter were. Tyler brushed it off. Said he was always red. Ja, sure.

I probably hung around Classic Pizza for two more hours than I was clocked in. It doesn't bother me at all. My favorite guys were there! I don't want to say goodbye to Tyler.

Hey, Nate talks to me now. It's awesome. He initiates conversations. Can't quite talk as dirty as Kevin lets loose, but that's cool.

I was doing bread sticks, and was writing my initials on stickers for after I wrap them up, and Nate asked if I could hand one over. Well, no. I told him I'd go and get one after I walk up.

"No, that's fine," he said. So polite.

"I have to go up there anyway." Which I did. I grabbed a random sticker from the drawer, a crew bread stick, and gave him the sticker.

"Did you have to get me this one?" he laughed.

I was confused. Turns out the sticker was one of Kevin's making: Lickalotapuss. No, I swear I didn't grab that one on purpose. Then we got to what the other dinosaur of Kevin's was. Nate said he knew it, but he wouldn't tell me what it was. About five minutes later it suddenly occurred to me. Nate wouldn't say it out loud, but was egging me on to do it. I teased him about it for a little, and then said it out loud to confirm it: "Clitosaurus-Rex." Yup, that was it.

Alright. That really should not be on my journal, and for the few things I've been writing lately, I should have this so it's only for my eyes. But I don't care. No one reads this anymore anyway.

That was pretty much my night. I dunno how Jake would be able to call me if he doesn't have my phone number, but I can keep bugging him. He'll love me anyway. I love him, he loves me. We're just a happy bunch.

I think Tyler pointed out (actually, it probably wasn't him, just someone where Tyler was standing for most of the night [I remember where, not who]) that I was in an extremely happy mood that night. Fuck yeah! Wes wasn't there. He wasn't there to mock me. Only Tyler was there to taunt me. With his tallness.

Why is everyone taller than me!? Except for Owen and Ralph. But they don't count. XD

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