Summer Sky | L.T.

The next day started really energetic because it was my first day in the café and I was pretty exited. I dressed in one of my black skinny jeans and I put on one of the café t-shirts, which was dark blue with a small logo on it. It looked awesome. I didn’t hear from Mr Tomlinson, so I guess everything was good. I hadn’t stopped thinking about Louis to be honest, the way he was lying there in the sand unconscious and the way I had to perform CPR on him, it still gave me the shivers.

“Bonjour Marie, Lucian.” I took a seat at the table. I loved eating breakfast outside in the garden; it gave me peace I guess. “Bonjour Sky, have you slept well?” This was the first time I woke up with some sort of happy feeling. “I guess I did.” I said honestly. “Today is your first workday. Your job will be taking order of the guests and delivering their drinks, is that okay?”
“That is more then okay Marie, I’m actually looking forward to it.” I told her. She nodded and returned to her breakfast, as did I. “Have you heard anything from Jean, Cherie?” I put down my toast before answering. “No I haven’t so I’m assuming Louis is doing okay.” My aunt wasn’t even looking at me, so I followed her glance and was surprised to see mr Tomlinson coming towards us but he looked really tired, as if he had stayed up all night. “Bonjour. I was wondering if I could speak with Sky in private?” I was surprised at the least to hear him ask that. My aunt looked at me for approval, I just shrugged.

Mr Tomlinson took a sit apposite of me. Ah there was that awkward silence I was expecting. “Ahum, how is Louis doing?” I asked timidly “He is doing well and that’s what I want to talk to you about actually.” I checked my watch to see what the time was because I did have to go to work in 30 minutes. “I don’t have a lot of time sir but what can I do for you?” I decided to be polite but only because I could feel his despair.

“I found out that Louis has been an addict for quite some time now and that also brings me to an apology, as Louis told me you had nothing to do with it.” I nodded and encouraged to continue “He needs someone in his life who is stable and not involved with drugs, he needs to get straighten out, you know what I mean?” I already knew what he was going to ask of me but I still encouraged him to go on. “I think that you could be a good influence on him and I was wondering if maybe you could spend some time with him?” there you have it, the thing I dreaded the most, spending time with a guy who’s reputation wasn’t one of a nice guy.
“Look Mr Tomlinson.”

“Please call me Jean.” He interrupted me “Jean, I really am flattered that you are asking me this but you have to know that I’ve got my own problems to deal with and I’m not sure if I can help Louis with his. I’m also damaged goods and I have been send here by my dad to fight my depression.” He was taken back with what I said but his smile never left his face.
“I understand Sky but maybe you can consider it, you never know maybe it will help you to.” He suggested but there was no way someone like Louis could help me in any way except for ruining me even more but I couldn’t say that.

“I will think about it Mr.. uhm Jean.” He seemed happy with my answer as he nodded. “thank you Sky. Oh and have a étonnant premier jourat* at work.” He got up and left me alone, he had given me a lot to think about but I had to put it aside as it was time to get to work. I quickly put on some make-up, just some natural make-up and as I loved red lips, I put on my favourite red lipstick by L’Oreal Paris. I pulled a brush trough my long brown hair and pulled it in a bun on top of my head. I usually had lenses in but today I just wanted to wear my glasses.

“Sky are you ready Cherie?” My aunt was waiting for me at the front door and I really hoped she would approve of my look. When I came into her view she smiled fondly at me. “Cherie you look magnifique and it’s perfect for the café!” she really did look proud, what she didn’t know was that I took my Xanax with me, just in case. My dad didn’t know I was taking them, which was a good thing because it would only worry him more then necessary. We walked together and it was funny to see that everyone knew my aunt. I was happy to see that everyone liked her because what’s not to like. Ever since my mother died she was my back up mother, she never judged me or asked question even know she didn’t ask me anything, she didn’t ask me why I wasn’t bubbly like I used to be, she just let me be.

We walked into the café and everyone was already waiting for us. “Sky meet everyone, everyone meet Sky.” Never in a million year had I expected that she would introduce me in such a manner but they all seemed used to it. After I met everyone, it was time to open the café, they gave me an order taker and an apron to tie in front of my jean, which I was thankful for and that’s how my day started. Even though it wasn’t high season yet, the café was full during lunch. I had never worked so hard in my life. It did gave me anxiety at some point, one of my colleagues noticed that I wasn’t as happy as before so she let me have lunch for 30 minutes. I grabbed my bag and pulled out my Xanax because I was beginning to feel depressed, this was just because I wasn’t used of big crowds so I took one Xanax.

I know I shouldn’t take them but they really do help at times like these and it’s not like I take them every day. After my 30 minutes I went back to work again and I was feeling much better. The regular guests were curious about me, as they had never seen me before. This resulted in them asking me a lot of questions; they seemed a bit disappointed when I told them I lived in America but when I started talking French they immediately dropped the disappointing looks. Never did I expect them to hate Americans so much.

We were closing up when I heard the door open. “I’m sorry but we are closing.” I said without even looking who it was. When the person who just entered didn’t say anything, I was forced to look up, only to get startled of the presence in front of me. “Louis?” I waited for him to say something but he just looked at me. He still looked really bad and thin now that I focused on him. “I guess I have to thank you, so thanks but next time please let me die.” With that he turned around and walked away. My mouth had almost hit the floor when he said that. What the hell was wrong with him? Why does he want to die? And why was he still being fucking rude to me, does he think I gave him mouth to mouth just because I like to kiss someone who had fucking vomit on his mouth!

“Sky, are you okay?” I think it was Ella, who asked me that. I looked at her and saw the shock on her face. I must look absolutely pissed and in total shock. “What, yeah I’m fine, why?”
“Because you look like you are going to murder someone and I really have to stop you if you are planning that, especially that cute guy that just stormed off.” I widened my eyes when she said that and somewhere in me I felt a jealous spark, which was ridiculous, as I didn’t even wanted him in the first place. “I’m not planning to murder anyone Ella, he is just an giant asshole.” Her smile disappeared from her face. “Ah that’s too bad because he is fit!” she giggled whilst walking away. I kept staring at her until she disappeared into the kitchen.

I shook my head and tried to push those weird feelings to the background because there was no way in hell that I liked Louis. I wasn’t here because I needed some sort of relationship with the first boy I met in this country. I continued cleaning and was happy when I could finally go home. I had enjoyed my day but as my Xanax was wearing off I just really wanted to take a nap. That was the downside of these pills they wore me out. “Marie, is it okay if I go home?” I asked her, she nodded and waved me off. I walked outside and took a deep breath of ocean air. It really soothed me. I walked home slowly this time avoiding the beach just to be sure I wouldn’t run into Louis because I really couldn’t take his rudeness one more minute, I had to recharge first.

When I came home, I was happy to see that Lucian wasn’t home yet. I really wasn’t in the mood to talk; I just needed a nice warm bath and some music to relax with. All this interaction with other people was getting a bit too much, after being alone for so long. I walked into my bathroom and let the bath run, I choose bathwater with cinnamon today. I closed my eyes when I lied down in the bathtub and I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke the water was cold. I quickly got out and put on my nightclothes. After brushing my hair and putting it in a very loose bun I walked out.

“Aren’t you a piece for the sore eye.”

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