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Adjusting
4 ReviewsNothing beats the peppers!” Adam fully agreed, fingertips softly drumming down on the table on the rhythm of Power kiss.
Chapter 4) Adjusting
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Breakfast, another game set and match. Since this was his first day in the pack he decided to just slowly walk along. What meant he was the last one to grab a shower and the last one to show up for breakfast. Clearly the mom was an early bird because the table was stocked with healthy morning food. Overwhelming and overdone, the amount of food made him a little nauseous. With his clammy hair sticking against the back of his neck he sat down on the only free spot. Trying his best to stay unnoticed he took a piece of toast and looked over the table for something that wouldn’t be hurled up in a few. He wasn’t much of an eater in the morning as he wasn’t much of a morning person, mostly he would even skip breakfast but he wouldn’t get out of this one. While he fiddle with a piece of toast the three youngest observed him with great interest. Danny even made an attempt to wave at him and nearly spilled his glass of orange juice over the table. The father eyed cranky over his news paper while the boy stuttered some excuses.
“Morning Frank, would you like some bacon?” The mom asked cheery, handing out a piece of greasy meat on a spatula.
His mouth turned dry and he stopped buttering his toast. “Errr, no thanks I’m a vegetarian.”
Clearly nobody had expected such statement from such shitty no-good because the whole table paused and turned to look at him. Even the father lowered the news paper fully and hummed, Frank wasn’t sure if it was in disapproval or not. Which sucked he kind of hoped he might score some points with this, but now he reconsidered. Because for the mom it only meant making separated meals. But there was no way in hell that he was going to eat meat without getting psychically ill.
At the moment he wanted to suggest that he could simply make his own meals Christopher let out a half laugh half gasp.
“You’re a veggy?!” Christopher covered up his mock and observed him with loser! written on his face.
“Yes, I am.” He stated through gritted teeth and stared back at his toast, great now he wasn’t sure if he would be able to eat at all.
Parent one and parent two exchanged some gazes, Frank wasn’t sure what to make of them.
“That’s… different.” The daddy-o said, clearly clueless what else to say on the early matter.
The mom gasped a little too dramatic. “Owh, I’m sorry Frank I didn’t know.”
‘It’s ok, it’s not like I just told you I have only two months to live…’ Frank thought but quirked his lips up. A smile, a simple smile used enough to be routine. “No problem ma’am, I should have mentioned it earlier.” He really didn’t give a shit to be honest and wished he spend more time underneath the shower head so he would have been able to skip breakfast and head right to school. School… owh God… Another thing that made his stomach twist and wish to get hit by a car.
“Please call me Karen Frank ma’am sounds so formal.” The mom told him, sliding the piece of bacon on the plate of Danny.
“Kay, thanks… Karen.” He added a little uneasy and took another shot at eaten which seemed to be an incredible task itself.
“Owh and Gerard asked if you could give him a call after your first day at school.” The mom added, scooping eggs on both the girls’ plates.
The name didn’t ring a bell right away. “Gerard?” A little confused he stared at the mom and tried to ignore the beady little eyes of Christopher.
“Yes, Gerard you’re… umm, social worker?” Karen said carefully as if her words might hit a wrong tune. It was sort of funny to see her dance around the subject.
“Kay.” Clearly his social worker made it his pubic duty to make sure he didn’t start running drug-cartel on his very first day at school. Shit, he was actually going back to school, just great just what he needed. He had no idea what to expect but he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask with Chrissy staring at him like he was a simpleminded freak. A vegetarian simpleminded freak that would rather eat glass than that.
Feeling how his stomach turned he watched as everyone else enjoyed their bacon and eggs. Such happy family meal making him wish he’d taken another fifteen minutes in the shower, or in bed because he hadn’t slept much last night. No, hadn’t slept much at all.
.-.-.
“Aw, look at mister papa bear.” Brian slammed him on his back and sat beside him with a cup of coffee. It was still quiet in their little canteen, which was simply an office with a coffee machine, dishwasher and fridge. Hope House was an old building and weren’t it for all the children paints and Disney pictures plastered on the walls it would feel more like a dentist waiting room then a place for after school program’s.
“Why do you always feel the need to hit me in the morning?” Gerard snored at his boss, whipping over the freshly made coffee stains on his jeans.
“Does everything always needs to have a reason Way?” Brian retorted and dropped three lumps of sugar in his coffee. “How did it go?”
“Well, I didn’t completely fuck up if that’s what you mean.” Gerard started consciously aware that this didn’t sound fabulous, or job-rewarding. “I picked him up and drove him to his new home, the end.”
“Jeez, Gee always such open book.” Brian joked and laughed seeing the sour face of his intern. “C’mon get me some details so I can sugar coat it up and write it all down on paper.”
“Fine… I’m not sure what to think of the kid, Frank. He didn’t seem to like me much and I must say vice versa. He could have been a bit happier to be placed in a good foster home. I mean I bet that re-education shit wasn’t all that fun. It’s not that hard to say please and thank you right?”
“U-huh.” Not impressed Brian took a sip of his coffee.
“That’s all?” Gerard frowned a bit shocked to his boss. “No, that’s how this job will threat you Gerard? Not all your cases will be dandy-girls and sweetheart? Or man up! You wanted more responsibilities, you got them so don’t whine like a sissy!”
“I think you summoned up all my thoughts quit nice I must say.” Brian told him with a smirk written all over his face. “Just a little tip, don’t try to be his friend that never works, kid will walk over you before you can say replacement forum.”
“So man up and act like Hitler, should I be taking notes Brian?”
“No, you shouldn’t take everything I say that serious. And drop taking notes, finish up some paper work. I still haven’t got those pages you should have finished yesterday.”
While they were calmly bickering to each other some other members of the team appeared into their canteen.
There was Moos, fully named Lacey Nicole Mosley who was the only one that didn’t need a shot of caffeine to get her engine started. She had enough energy to run-out an energizing bunny and preferred some Jasmine herb-tea. What might be interesting to know was that Moos was the only one with an actually degree. Working hard paid her off in a way that she got a scholarship after her high school and got her degree in Child psychology. Why she chose to work in such shitty-paid organization was still beyond Gerard. At the moment she worked on a group for kids with vary of disabilities and other issues. Although she was a chaotic character she was a great spirit to the Hope House team. Sometimes however, she could even be a little too much. Must be her Latin temperament or maybe the drive to give ‘her’ group of dysfunctional kids a better youth then she’d had. She’d never been ashamed of her background but living with five siblings, a mother making day and nightshifts and a dad completely out of the picture had been hard on her. Defiantly since she was the oldest one.
“Adam cut the drum solo because you’re driving me crazy dear.” Moos kindly told a broad guy in the corner. If first impression mattered Adam would be labeled as a guy who just got free on probation. With his military haircut, grey eyes that always seemed to move and his constant muttered he gave most new comers the creeps. Gerard had to plead guilty to that one, on his first few days he’d been trying to avoid Adam as much as he could. But after Brian told him firmly: 'Guy has Tourette, he’s not going to rape and murder you', it turned out Adam was just a very big guy with a very little heart. And a lot of tics and curses if he had a bad day.
Like this morning, whatever the reason was Adam was drumming on the table with his tea spoon. And on his cup, on the chair and on the tiny fish ball on the middle of the table.
“Almost done.” Adam said apologetic and stared nervously at the fish inside the bowl. “Dani the girl is singing songs to me beneath the marquee, overload.”
Gerard smiled sheepishly as the janitor finished off his drum solo and calmly took a steamy mug with coffee from Moos. “Nothing beats the peppers ha?”
“Nothing beats the peppers!” Adam fully agreed, fingertips softly drumming down on the table on the rhythm of Power kiss.
Gerard exchanged a grin with Brian, sure their team had a few quirks but it was never boring or routinely. They were a tight team, all a little cooked in the head but all for the greater good and not for the fat paycheck. Some days where long, some days where endless but at the end of those days Gerard knew he wouldn’t want it any other way. Sure he bickered and bitched every once in a while, about the gigantic piles of paperwork, being called out of bed, getting into minuscule fights or simply the shitty coffee. But this job got his life back on track, gave his life routine and a goal.
Moos joined them around the table and asked while pushing some of her dark brown dreads behind her ear: “So rookie tell me about your first client, how did it go?”
.-.-.
Yes I know, very short chapter. It was suppose to be longer and be a complete chapter with the next one coming soon. To be honest I’m still trying a lot of things out, I really have a lot of possible plans for this story and I still need to decide what to write and what not, can’t get it too big and out of control because… well believe me been there done that. This chapter was probably boring to read, but I just have to explain some things and build it up, it’ll get better, pinky promise.
X Nuky
.-.-.
Breakfast, another game set and match. Since this was his first day in the pack he decided to just slowly walk along. What meant he was the last one to grab a shower and the last one to show up for breakfast. Clearly the mom was an early bird because the table was stocked with healthy morning food. Overwhelming and overdone, the amount of food made him a little nauseous. With his clammy hair sticking against the back of his neck he sat down on the only free spot. Trying his best to stay unnoticed he took a piece of toast and looked over the table for something that wouldn’t be hurled up in a few. He wasn’t much of an eater in the morning as he wasn’t much of a morning person, mostly he would even skip breakfast but he wouldn’t get out of this one. While he fiddle with a piece of toast the three youngest observed him with great interest. Danny even made an attempt to wave at him and nearly spilled his glass of orange juice over the table. The father eyed cranky over his news paper while the boy stuttered some excuses.
“Morning Frank, would you like some bacon?” The mom asked cheery, handing out a piece of greasy meat on a spatula.
His mouth turned dry and he stopped buttering his toast. “Errr, no thanks I’m a vegetarian.”
Clearly nobody had expected such statement from such shitty no-good because the whole table paused and turned to look at him. Even the father lowered the news paper fully and hummed, Frank wasn’t sure if it was in disapproval or not. Which sucked he kind of hoped he might score some points with this, but now he reconsidered. Because for the mom it only meant making separated meals. But there was no way in hell that he was going to eat meat without getting psychically ill.
At the moment he wanted to suggest that he could simply make his own meals Christopher let out a half laugh half gasp.
“You’re a veggy?!” Christopher covered up his mock and observed him with loser! written on his face.
“Yes, I am.” He stated through gritted teeth and stared back at his toast, great now he wasn’t sure if he would be able to eat at all.
Parent one and parent two exchanged some gazes, Frank wasn’t sure what to make of them.
“That’s… different.” The daddy-o said, clearly clueless what else to say on the early matter.
The mom gasped a little too dramatic. “Owh, I’m sorry Frank I didn’t know.”
‘It’s ok, it’s not like I just told you I have only two months to live…’ Frank thought but quirked his lips up. A smile, a simple smile used enough to be routine. “No problem ma’am, I should have mentioned it earlier.” He really didn’t give a shit to be honest and wished he spend more time underneath the shower head so he would have been able to skip breakfast and head right to school. School… owh God… Another thing that made his stomach twist and wish to get hit by a car.
“Please call me Karen Frank ma’am sounds so formal.” The mom told him, sliding the piece of bacon on the plate of Danny.
“Kay, thanks… Karen.” He added a little uneasy and took another shot at eaten which seemed to be an incredible task itself.
“Owh and Gerard asked if you could give him a call after your first day at school.” The mom added, scooping eggs on both the girls’ plates.
The name didn’t ring a bell right away. “Gerard?” A little confused he stared at the mom and tried to ignore the beady little eyes of Christopher.
“Yes, Gerard you’re… umm, social worker?” Karen said carefully as if her words might hit a wrong tune. It was sort of funny to see her dance around the subject.
“Kay.” Clearly his social worker made it his pubic duty to make sure he didn’t start running drug-cartel on his very first day at school. Shit, he was actually going back to school, just great just what he needed. He had no idea what to expect but he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask with Chrissy staring at him like he was a simpleminded freak. A vegetarian simpleminded freak that would rather eat glass than that.
Feeling how his stomach turned he watched as everyone else enjoyed their bacon and eggs. Such happy family meal making him wish he’d taken another fifteen minutes in the shower, or in bed because he hadn’t slept much last night. No, hadn’t slept much at all.
.-.-.
“Aw, look at mister papa bear.” Brian slammed him on his back and sat beside him with a cup of coffee. It was still quiet in their little canteen, which was simply an office with a coffee machine, dishwasher and fridge. Hope House was an old building and weren’t it for all the children paints and Disney pictures plastered on the walls it would feel more like a dentist waiting room then a place for after school program’s.
“Why do you always feel the need to hit me in the morning?” Gerard snored at his boss, whipping over the freshly made coffee stains on his jeans.
“Does everything always needs to have a reason Way?” Brian retorted and dropped three lumps of sugar in his coffee. “How did it go?”
“Well, I didn’t completely fuck up if that’s what you mean.” Gerard started consciously aware that this didn’t sound fabulous, or job-rewarding. “I picked him up and drove him to his new home, the end.”
“Jeez, Gee always such open book.” Brian joked and laughed seeing the sour face of his intern. “C’mon get me some details so I can sugar coat it up and write it all down on paper.”
“Fine… I’m not sure what to think of the kid, Frank. He didn’t seem to like me much and I must say vice versa. He could have been a bit happier to be placed in a good foster home. I mean I bet that re-education shit wasn’t all that fun. It’s not that hard to say please and thank you right?”
“U-huh.” Not impressed Brian took a sip of his coffee.
“That’s all?” Gerard frowned a bit shocked to his boss. “No, that’s how this job will threat you Gerard? Not all your cases will be dandy-girls and sweetheart? Or man up! You wanted more responsibilities, you got them so don’t whine like a sissy!”
“I think you summoned up all my thoughts quit nice I must say.” Brian told him with a smirk written all over his face. “Just a little tip, don’t try to be his friend that never works, kid will walk over you before you can say replacement forum.”
“So man up and act like Hitler, should I be taking notes Brian?”
“No, you shouldn’t take everything I say that serious. And drop taking notes, finish up some paper work. I still haven’t got those pages you should have finished yesterday.”
While they were calmly bickering to each other some other members of the team appeared into their canteen.
There was Moos, fully named Lacey Nicole Mosley who was the only one that didn’t need a shot of caffeine to get her engine started. She had enough energy to run-out an energizing bunny and preferred some Jasmine herb-tea. What might be interesting to know was that Moos was the only one with an actually degree. Working hard paid her off in a way that she got a scholarship after her high school and got her degree in Child psychology. Why she chose to work in such shitty-paid organization was still beyond Gerard. At the moment she worked on a group for kids with vary of disabilities and other issues. Although she was a chaotic character she was a great spirit to the Hope House team. Sometimes however, she could even be a little too much. Must be her Latin temperament or maybe the drive to give ‘her’ group of dysfunctional kids a better youth then she’d had. She’d never been ashamed of her background but living with five siblings, a mother making day and nightshifts and a dad completely out of the picture had been hard on her. Defiantly since she was the oldest one.
“Adam cut the drum solo because you’re driving me crazy dear.” Moos kindly told a broad guy in the corner. If first impression mattered Adam would be labeled as a guy who just got free on probation. With his military haircut, grey eyes that always seemed to move and his constant muttered he gave most new comers the creeps. Gerard had to plead guilty to that one, on his first few days he’d been trying to avoid Adam as much as he could. But after Brian told him firmly: 'Guy has Tourette, he’s not going to rape and murder you', it turned out Adam was just a very big guy with a very little heart. And a lot of tics and curses if he had a bad day.
Like this morning, whatever the reason was Adam was drumming on the table with his tea spoon. And on his cup, on the chair and on the tiny fish ball on the middle of the table.
“Almost done.” Adam said apologetic and stared nervously at the fish inside the bowl. “Dani the girl is singing songs to me beneath the marquee, overload.”
Gerard smiled sheepishly as the janitor finished off his drum solo and calmly took a steamy mug with coffee from Moos. “Nothing beats the peppers ha?”
“Nothing beats the peppers!” Adam fully agreed, fingertips softly drumming down on the table on the rhythm of Power kiss.
Gerard exchanged a grin with Brian, sure their team had a few quirks but it was never boring or routinely. They were a tight team, all a little cooked in the head but all for the greater good and not for the fat paycheck. Some days where long, some days where endless but at the end of those days Gerard knew he wouldn’t want it any other way. Sure he bickered and bitched every once in a while, about the gigantic piles of paperwork, being called out of bed, getting into minuscule fights or simply the shitty coffee. But this job got his life back on track, gave his life routine and a goal.
Moos joined them around the table and asked while pushing some of her dark brown dreads behind her ear: “So rookie tell me about your first client, how did it go?”
.-.-.
Yes I know, very short chapter. It was suppose to be longer and be a complete chapter with the next one coming soon. To be honest I’m still trying a lot of things out, I really have a lot of possible plans for this story and I still need to decide what to write and what not, can’t get it too big and out of control because… well believe me been there done that. This chapter was probably boring to read, but I just have to explain some things and build it up, it’ll get better, pinky promise.
X Nuky
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