1,000 Work Hours, chapter 1
Sammie
Sammie Fowler laid on the floor in her bedroom. Clothes scattered everywhere, her bed unmade, everything in disarray. Her white chord phone lay on the floor next to her. She was asleep, dreaming of god knows what. She was in a white baggy t-shirt and gray Capris. Two different socks, the left one purple that went to mid calf, the right one bright green with black pokadots, it was a knee high sock.
Her long brown hair messy and every where covering her face.
The phone began to ring. It rang four times and Sammie stirred. She reached over and she picked it up. She put the phone to her ear.
"Hello?" she answered. "What do you mean? Marissa, you're supposed to work today!" she yelled into the receiver. "Ugh! Fine! I'm not even supposed to be there today though!" she complained.
"Ugh, fine, be there by three, I'm going to a show at The Pit tonight with Tre. Alright? Good, later," Sammie said and she hung up.
She laid there in silence for a moment. Then she sighed.
"Shit," she muttered.
She got up and made her coffee. While her coffee was being made she went into her room and she threw on a plain black t-shirt and some ripped jeans. She put her hair up and her eyeliner on. Then she went to go get her coffee. She drank it and then she hopped in her car and she drove to the Quick Stop Convenient Store, where she worked.
She parked her car in front of the store. It was a very old store it was one of those old metal slide up doors on the windows and door and shit. She went to the front door, she pulled her keys out of pocket and she fumbled around with the keys and put one in the big pad lock. She pushed open the garage door sized door and she unlocked the main door. She walked inside and she started to make coffee for the costumers to come. She turned on all the lights on and Sammie went back outside. And she opened the other garage sized door to reveal the window that showed the inside of the store. She walked back inside and she stood at the counter.
The job was pretty boring, hardly anyone came in. But Sammie liked it none the less. Her Boyfriend was probably going to come by today, Johnny, she loved Johnny a lot and they had been going out for about 7 months, but she liked someone else, her co-worker Tre. They had worked together for over a year now. Sure it was a shit hole place to work, but hell this was a shit hole town.
Hours passed, a few people came in, got coffee and a pack or two of cigarettes. Then an older man came in with three videos in black rental cases around 11:30.
"I have been waiting for over a half an hour to return these videos! The sign says it opens at 10:30 am!" he complained.
"I'm sorry," Sammie replied sounding uncaring.
"Well something needs to done! This is poor management!" he yelled to Sammie's face and then he threw the videos down on the counter and walked out.
"Asshole," Sammie muttered.
Tre
Tre Cool was just your regular everyday guy, he loved doing nothing and getting high, and fucking. Tre loved fucking, he wished that he could fuck Sammie, no one knew, but Tre had a mad crush on Sammie. But he never said anything about his feelings though, he doesn't like to.
He walked up the movie store and there was a girl standing there, she looked hot and she had a nice rack. He leaned up against the wall.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she said.
"What's up?" Tre asked.
"This store was supposed to be open almost an hour ago and the dickwad hasn't opened it up yet," she replied.
"Oh, damn them!" he said laughing. "Bunch of savages in this town," he said.
Then Tre walked off and went into the Quick Stop.
"Hey Tre," Sammie greeted. "You're late."
Tre turned and looked at her. "Whoa, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Marissa called me and said that she wouldn't be in till late, so I covered for her," Sammie replied.
Sammie grabbed the videos that the man had dropped off early and thrust ed them at Tre as he walked to the counter.
"A guy dropped these off about 10 minutes ago," she said.
"Damn," Tre said. "If I knew you were going to be here I would have come later." he said and laughed.
He jumped up on the counter and he sat down. He took the movies and he smiled.
"So Johnny been around?" Tre asked.
"No, not yet," Sammie replied.
"Cool, I'm gonna go open the store I guess," Tre said and he hopped off the counter and left.
Another hour passed and lunch came. That was about the time when Mike and 2$ Bill got here.
Mike and 2$ Bill
2$ Bill, or Billie Joe as he was called by friends, and his friend Mike were nice guys. Mike was sorta quiet and Billie did most of the talking. Mike was a sweet guy. Him and Billie sat outside the Quick Stop and they sold drugs. It was they're dealing area. Plus, Tre and Sammie were best friend's with them so it was cool.
"Man I want some pussy," Billie muttered taking a drag off of his Newport cigarette, then passing it to Mike.
"Yep," Mike agreed quietly.
Mike stood leaning on the wall and Billie next to him. Mike had the boom box next to him and it was playing Sex Pistols at a medium volume.
Tre passed them on his way to the Quick Stop to get Sammie.
"Hey Tre, want a puff?" Billie asked.
"Yeah, sure," Tre replied and he stopped to take a puff on the cigarette.
"Thanks man," Tre said.
"No problem," Billie replied and he put out the almost abysmal butt on the ground and went back to leaning on the wall next to Mike.
Tre went in and Sammie was behind the counter.
"Hey," Tre said walking in.
"Hey Tre," she replied.
They sat down and they got some food and Sammie paid, like always.
"Thanks man," Tre said.
"No problem," Sammie replied.
Not a lot of people came into the store that day, Just Tre going back and fourth and messing around, like usual. Marissa showed up and Sammie and Tre drove down to the Pier and had some corn dogs, having a damn good time. And they smoked the bit of pot Bill had gave them.
Then Sammie drove Tre home and Sammie got home at around 5 and Johnny had called and he wanted to go out tonight. So Sammie got ready and she was going to meet Johnny down by the bay.
Sammie Fowler laid on the floor in her bedroom. Clothes scattered everywhere, her bed unmade, everything in disarray. Her white chord phone lay on the floor next to her. She was asleep, dreaming of god knows what. She was in a white baggy t-shirt and gray Capris. Two different socks, the left one purple that went to mid calf, the right one bright green with black pokadots, it was a knee high sock.
Her long brown hair messy and every where covering her face.
The phone began to ring. It rang four times and Sammie stirred. She reached over and she picked it up. She put the phone to her ear.
"Hello?" she answered. "What do you mean? Marissa, you're supposed to work today!" she yelled into the receiver. "Ugh! Fine! I'm not even supposed to be there today though!" she complained.
"Ugh, fine, be there by three, I'm going to a show at The Pit tonight with Tre. Alright? Good, later," Sammie said and she hung up.
She laid there in silence for a moment. Then she sighed.
"Shit," she muttered.
She got up and made her coffee. While her coffee was being made she went into her room and she threw on a plain black t-shirt and some ripped jeans. She put her hair up and her eyeliner on. Then she went to go get her coffee. She drank it and then she hopped in her car and she drove to the Quick Stop Convenient Store, where she worked.
She parked her car in front of the store. It was a very old store it was one of those old metal slide up doors on the windows and door and shit. She went to the front door, she pulled her keys out of pocket and she fumbled around with the keys and put one in the big pad lock. She pushed open the garage door sized door and she unlocked the main door. She walked inside and she started to make coffee for the costumers to come. She turned on all the lights on and Sammie went back outside. And she opened the other garage sized door to reveal the window that showed the inside of the store. She walked back inside and she stood at the counter.
The job was pretty boring, hardly anyone came in. But Sammie liked it none the less. Her Boyfriend was probably going to come by today, Johnny, she loved Johnny a lot and they had been going out for about 7 months, but she liked someone else, her co-worker Tre. They had worked together for over a year now. Sure it was a shit hole place to work, but hell this was a shit hole town.
Hours passed, a few people came in, got coffee and a pack or two of cigarettes. Then an older man came in with three videos in black rental cases around 11:30.
"I have been waiting for over a half an hour to return these videos! The sign says it opens at 10:30 am!" he complained.
"I'm sorry," Sammie replied sounding uncaring.
"Well something needs to done! This is poor management!" he yelled to Sammie's face and then he threw the videos down on the counter and walked out.
"Asshole," Sammie muttered.
Tre
Tre Cool was just your regular everyday guy, he loved doing nothing and getting high, and fucking. Tre loved fucking, he wished that he could fuck Sammie, no one knew, but Tre had a mad crush on Sammie. But he never said anything about his feelings though, he doesn't like to.
He walked up the movie store and there was a girl standing there, she looked hot and she had a nice rack. He leaned up against the wall.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she said.
"What's up?" Tre asked.
"This store was supposed to be open almost an hour ago and the dickwad hasn't opened it up yet," she replied.
"Oh, damn them!" he said laughing. "Bunch of savages in this town," he said.
Then Tre walked off and went into the Quick Stop.
"Hey Tre," Sammie greeted. "You're late."
Tre turned and looked at her. "Whoa, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Marissa called me and said that she wouldn't be in till late, so I covered for her," Sammie replied.
Sammie grabbed the videos that the man had dropped off early and thrust ed them at Tre as he walked to the counter.
"A guy dropped these off about 10 minutes ago," she said.
"Damn," Tre said. "If I knew you were going to be here I would have come later." he said and laughed.
He jumped up on the counter and he sat down. He took the movies and he smiled.
"So Johnny been around?" Tre asked.
"No, not yet," Sammie replied.
"Cool, I'm gonna go open the store I guess," Tre said and he hopped off the counter and left.
Another hour passed and lunch came. That was about the time when Mike and 2$ Bill got here.
Mike and 2$ Bill
2$ Bill, or Billie Joe as he was called by friends, and his friend Mike were nice guys. Mike was sorta quiet and Billie did most of the talking. Mike was a sweet guy. Him and Billie sat outside the Quick Stop and they sold drugs. It was they're dealing area. Plus, Tre and Sammie were best friend's with them so it was cool.
"Man I want some pussy," Billie muttered taking a drag off of his Newport cigarette, then passing it to Mike.
"Yep," Mike agreed quietly.
Mike stood leaning on the wall and Billie next to him. Mike had the boom box next to him and it was playing Sex Pistols at a medium volume.
Tre passed them on his way to the Quick Stop to get Sammie.
"Hey Tre, want a puff?" Billie asked.
"Yeah, sure," Tre replied and he stopped to take a puff on the cigarette.
"Thanks man," Tre said.
"No problem," Billie replied and he put out the almost abysmal butt on the ground and went back to leaning on the wall next to Mike.
Tre went in and Sammie was behind the counter.
"Hey," Tre said walking in.
"Hey Tre," she replied.
They sat down and they got some food and Sammie paid, like always.
"Thanks man," Tre said.
"No problem," Sammie replied.
Not a lot of people came into the store that day, Just Tre going back and fourth and messing around, like usual. Marissa showed up and Sammie and Tre drove down to the Pier and had some corn dogs, having a damn good time. And they smoked the bit of pot Bill had gave them.
Then Sammie drove Tre home and Sammie got home at around 5 and Johnny had called and he wanted to go out tonight. So Sammie got ready and she was going to meet Johnny down by the bay.
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