Snuggles

Y'know, Saturday was just as slow as Friday. Seriously. I was driving that day, since Opie had a family thing he wanted to avoid the following day, and I think I only got, like, five runs. I know I made less than $25. Actually, I think it was twenty-four. But I sent Abbi to my house to get my speakers to play at work, since Abbi's speakers aren't doing so hot, and we played music for most of the night after Wes left. My sub wasn't even being ridiculous. And then, for the last hour and fifteen minutes or so, we didn't get a single phone call. Matt and I were able to finish everything by 11:01. Sure, that hurts my paycheck by an hour, but at the same time it was absolutely fantastic walking out the door with Matt and Abbi right after close. I don't think I've ever done that with Matt before. Opie and Jake, sure, but Matt's too slow. I still don't think he swept and mopped the floors, and Abbi did instead. She usually does and says she feels like she's not doing anything when she doesn't. Even though she's not on the clock and she really doesn't happen. But Saturday is our night to spend the night together and cuddle and watch TV.

And that's what Abbi and I did. We got to my place, snuggled up with Daysie, and watched Supernatural. A lot of Supernatural. We watched a total of either five or six episodes last night. Had to put the dog in her room by the forth episode or something. She wasn't touching me enough to keep warm, and I didn't want to deal with her after I was too tired to move. Hell, I kind of wished I would fall asleep during the last episode. Abbi and I didn't go to bed until six, though, I'm pretty sure. I think it was that night. I mean, my parents and brothers weren't home.

I woke up around three, I believe, and took care of my rabbits and started a couple things around the house. Abbi was still snug as a bug, and I really didn't want to bother me. Just because I didn't sleep well didn't mean that she had to suffer for it. When she found out I let her sleep in so late, though ... she didn't yell at me. Really, though, all we did was snuggle some more until I had to go off to work. I don't want to let the girl go anymore.

When I walked into work at four, though, Wes told me that Owen was looking for someone to cover for him, I asked if he'd talked to Abbi, and Owen called a few minutes later to tell us that he did get Abbi to cover for him. I - maybe - let out a bit of a squeak and happy dance.

Sunday was pretty damn slow, too. Matt and I were exclaiming all night that we'd get out early, just like the night before. Matt was covering for Jake that night because Jake's wheel well or something was jacked out of shape. I pretty much let everyone go by eight, but the last person clocked out at twenty after eight. And that was Von, despite the fact that he was annoying the hell out of me for once. Then, right after I started cleaning up at nine, the phone rang, and rang some more, and rang some more. Matt ended up with a delivery to Dunlavy, which is off Strawberry Lake, a delivery to Durston, which is off of McGregor by the lakes, and one to Loch Alpine despite Matt's warnings to the lady that it was probably going to be over an hour. Another person off Sterling Trail called in at two to nine thirty, but I told them we weren't delivering anymore because Matt and I would have been out of there at midnight at best if I did, and they never ordered.

Seriously, though. Abbi came back at a bit to ten after I let her out a bit before eight. I ended up doing all of Matt's dishes and Abbi did all of the sweeping and mopping pretty much at the time Matt got back from his last delivery. Y'know, I wanted to throw the pizzas in when Matt was on his way back from the Durston, but I had to throw them in forty minutes early because our ovens shut off automatically at quarter after close. The lady did call after Matt returned to the shop to pick them up and ask where they were. Well, you know we were busy as all fucking get out, right?

So when Matt walked back in through the door for the last time, he just had to count his money and I just had to count all the money. Y'know, he offered to share a blunt with me before he left on the suicidal double, but I told him Abbi was coming back and he ended up fetching Austin instead. I kind of like that guy. Saturday Matt brought him along and the three of us had a Marvel/DC chat/debate. Turns out Austin's a DC guy, but ... he knows his shit.

Abbi followed me home again on Sunday, which I was more than okay with. Hell, it was what I wanted. My family was back from Grandma's, and I swear Joe was following me wherever I went. I snapped at him. Told him to shut up. He was talking about how Scooby's dying. There's nothing I can do about it, and I already was in a bad mood.

Although, snuggling with Abbi and watching Supernatural and chatting and giggling together did help a lot.

I wanted to kiss that girl so bad, but I never could. Whenever I thought about it, I just couldn't work up the nerve. I dunno. I mean, we've smooched each other on the face and have licked each other in a war, but what I wanted? Ugh. Fuck me. I'm such a social wimp, no one even knows. I act all tough and everything, but it's definitely more bark than bite. And now, with relationships ... I fuck 'em up. I always do. Then again, I've never found someone I loved so much as Abbi, and now that I know she likes me ... and I like her back ... fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Yeah, well, anyway, we got up early today because Abbi had to go march in the marching band for the Memorial Day parade, so I tagged along with her in her car and waited at a random curb for the band to go by. I smiled so big when I saw my Abbi. Not that she saw me. She kinda looked grumpy, actually. I mean, she wasn't playing her instrument when she walked past. Which kind of disappointed me. But I'm more of a percussion person anyway. I fucking love the drums, if it's hard to tell by now.

The parade kind of paused in front of me a while after Abbi walked past, so I decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to walk the length of town and meet her where their end point was. I ran into her right away, and we headed back to her car so that we could drop off her band uniform at the high school.

I ran into Greeley there, which kind of surprised me. I ran right up to her and hugged me, and she hugged me back, but she kind of just left even though she left words of promise that she'd come back in. She didn't.

I was pretty much Abbi's shadow in the band room, and I simply followed her wherever she went. Thankfully we finally were free of the place, so we headed back to her car, then to the shop to pick up fliers for Classic. The day wasn't the best, but we chose that day to door hang, so gorram it, we were going to go door hanging. We ended up only getting an hour and a half in of door hanging - and only hitting half of Alyssa's neighborhood - before we both decided we were too hungry to go on. We took a lunch break and Joe and Rosie's, and by the time we finished lunch, it was way too miserable outside to finish the neighborhood. We did get to Alyssa's house, though, and I hung maybe a couple more than I needed to. Put one on the car's antenna outside. I hope she gets our message.

We headed back to the shop after lunch, dropped off the fliers, and got a nice pretty look into how busy it was. Even though it was dead when we first walked in. Granted, when we first walked in to pick up the fliers, it was ten or fifteen minutes after close. When we walked in again, it was two. I offered to come in earlier for Wes, but he told me four was fine. So Abbi drove me home, we watched another episode of Supernatural all snuggly-like, and chatted some more before I had to go to work again. The last few minutes, I kissed her on the cheek, and damn fuck it, if I didn't have to go to work, I would have kissed her. I would have. Damn it. I should have.

When I told her I liked her that one night when she wouldn't quit pestering me, I froze so hard it kind of hurt. The shock was extremely tangible. Now we're flirting like birds, and I guess neither of us really knows where the other stands, but I've taken quite a few steps since I even said anything. We've taken quite a few steps.

I walked into work at four, and it was steady as soon as I walked in. It was just Wes and Scott at the moment, but Matt walked in ten or fifteen minutes after me, and he helped me out with bread sticks and stuff. Sterphy showed up, like, a half hour early for his shift, so he took over for the back for Matt. Besides, I'm pretty sure Matt took a delivery. Opie showed up a bit before Sterphy and ended up clocking in to take a run. Or maybe it was a bit after Sterphy. Whatever.

It stayed busy until eight eight-thirty. I didn't let go of anyone until around eight o'clock. I kept Jazmin until after nine. I had to take a run, and while this is Monday and not supposed to be surprising, I should reiterate: I had to take a run when Matt and Opie could not because times were running over. I apologized to the people for it being so late, and when the joked if I got lost, I told them truthfully I shouldn't have been on the road because I was the manager that night. That took them off guard. I made five bucks on that one run. Five bucks even. After making the ten for the hour and a half of door hanging, I made fifteen bucks today.

When I took the run, I realized I hadn't clocked in, possibly due to the immediate rush, possibly due to a mistake, so when I clocked out tonight I only had three hours. XD I definitely had more than three hours, and if they don't fix that, I'm going to behead someone.

I was in such a bad mood today, once I got into work. I got into a spat with Sarah because not only was she being a lazy ass, but she was acting dumb and kept disappearing. Matt and Nate found my outburst surprising, but the damn girl deserved it. By the end of the night, after nine, Matt and I went out and smoked a joint. Came down just enough to count money, but it only really faded as I started typing this journal. After today, and last night, it did feel so good. I was singing music in my head, and as I was cleaning I swear I had a radio going. Even though I only know, like, five lines from the song. I'm still not sure if time went by slowly or fast as Opie took the last delivery to some far-off North Territorial road. I didn't get much done, but I couldn't concentrate on one task for long. I super concentrated.

I don't know when we got out of there, but instead of going home I decided to drive around and listen to the Lamb of God CD I bought a while ago all the way through. I've only listened through to, like, the fifth track before. For being a live CD, it was pretty damn good. How has this type of music become my music of choice? It blows my mind.

I didn't get home until about an hour ago, most of which time has been spent typing this journal and simultaneously reading through Abbi's. Is that creepy?

Well. Popcorn. Supernatural. Bed. I need to sleep well tonight. I mean, I slept well last night besides the soreness it gave me today, but I slept horribly Saturday night. I hate my inability to sleep.

Oh - turns out new driver Justin is Justin Juback or however the fuck you spell his last night. I don't quite remember why, but I was not thrilled to realize it was that Justin. And I close with him on Sunday. Ick.

SONG OF THE DAY: Up in Smoke ~ Hollywood Undead