SexyLex
12-18-2006, 03:23 AM
The Right Kind of Guy
By, Angie
Rating: Mature (for now)
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Coupling: Michael/Liz
Chapter One – The Offer
It was simply pathetic, Liz thought to herself at 4:45 that Saturday afternoon. She’d taken over the café last night, while her mom and dad went out of town on a vacation and not one person had bothered to give her a tip for her hard work. There were a million things she could be doing on a Saturday, but she was here, working hard, staying open till 9:00 PM when she could be out at the movies, or studying for her next test. She wanted to say out on a date with Max, but well, that was out as of his choice to make out with Tess on Prom. That left movies or studying as her choices. And handing out orders to customers. Liz walked in her green Alien uniform with her brown hair back in a ponytail and carried burgers and alien rings to a couple that chose to sit on the right side of the café in a booth.
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Michael Guerin got into another mental debate about whether or not to go into the café and eat dinner. Max was going out with Tess and Isabel was doing her thing with her friends. That didn’t leave too many friends to hang around with or things to do. The TV on a Saturday night was out since he wasn’t big into CSI or Cops. He always felt that they were too easy-fix-it in their investigations and in their arrests. He expected some hostile shooting matches or at least something really out of this world that had him riveted enough to actually stay in his chair longer than it took to grab another A&W. Gazing around his apartment, hearing his clock ticking on the wall, Michael muttered aloud to himself, “This bites,” and searched for his Nike’s.
Combing down his shoulder length brown hair, Michael grabbed his brown jacket and walked to his motorcycle. Why not go inside and get a burger and fries? He could always leave and go grab a movie afterward…
Liz was explaining that she really was out of ketchup to a 26-year-old guy when Michael walked into the café. The guy’s name was Ryley and he wasn’t exactly friendly about it either. His comment was “I came here to have a burger and fries with ketchup. Why am I the one who can’t have it when I see everybody else having it?”
Liz took another deep breath and said, “Look it’s like I told you, Ryley. My dad placed an order for ketchup when he did his ordering of the month, but it hasn’t come in yet. I’m sorry that you can’t have ketchup but there is mild sauce that I can hand you or some steak sauce. They are good too.”
The blonde-headed jerk stood and said, “If I wanted steak sauce I’d have gone to a restaurant in the city. I didn’t want steak sauce. I wanted ketchup.”
Michael walked up and touching Liz’s shoulder, he said, “I’ll handle this, Liz.”
Liz was surprised, but stepped back, worn out from working for hours and tired of this Neanderthal’s jerkish behavior.
Michael stepped forward toward Ryley and said flatly, “Now listen, I know what it’s like to go out and order food, then find out you can’t have what you want. It really bites, but the thing is, that Liz didn’t have to give you anything.”
Ryley said snottily, “No?”
Michael continued, “Yeah, she could have just taken the day off to herself and let every single person in this place fix their own meals at home. You could be at home trying to scrounge something up with your own two hands.”
Ryley flippantly continued, “Next time I will fix my own or go to another place to eat. A place that’s better than this one.”
Liz felt the looking eyes of everyone else in the room. She heard their talking. She felt smaller and smaller because this was her dad’s place and they were putting it down and she was the only Parker here to say a thing about it. She was a waitress, nothing that made her any more special and certainly not important enough to argue this debate. She felt inferior and really lousy.
Michael nudged the jerk toward the door and said, “The money, Ryley.” He left no room for question, just demanded it.
Ryley dug in his pocket and handed Michael the cash and then briskly opened the door to leave. Michael kicked him toward the cement and shut the door behind him.
Liz was doing her best to hand shakers to the other customers, to keep them happy and was doing refills as well, just to keep anybody else deciding to up and leave like Ryley had. Michael waited till Liz was back behind the counter and he sat at the bar on a stool. Looking at her, seeing the sadness in her eyes, as she looked downward at her hands, Michael said, “Hey.”
Liz muttered, “Hey.”
Michael said, “So, it looks like my lucky night.”
Looking up, Liz said, “How’s that?”
Michael said, “I got to kick out some trash and hang out here for a while, which really beat my alternative of sitting at home and watching standbys on TV.”
Liz said, “Things still bad with Maria?”
Michael said, “Maria who?”
Liz smiled at him and said, “Michael…”
Michael said, “Maria and I are friends, Liz. Anything else and we’re volatile. I think everyone knows that.”
Feeling it without a doubt, Liz smiled and said, “I hadn’t said anything because I cared about you both…but…I think you’re better as friends.”
Michael nodded and said, “Yep, we are. So are you going to keep the place open till 9:00?”
Liz looked at the pretty full diner and said, “Probably…not because I want to stay here but because it’s what my dad would do if he were here and all these people were eating.”
Michael looked with Liz and nodding he said, “You know though that you can decide to do something different than what your dad would do though, right?”
Liz gave a funny look and said, “I think I did that by ticking off Ryley.”
Michael spat, “You didn’t do anything wrong there, Liz. He’s just a jerk.”
Liz said emotionally, “An ******* who will eat at home and not bother to come in here and probably will tell everyone that I’m a terrible waitress and that the Crashdown sucks…”
Michael said, “You’ve been killing yourself keeping up with all these people.”
Shrugging, Liz said, “Dad wanted me to handle it without your help…he’s protective and thinks that if you’re here…” grinning she said, “Well…he’s a worrier.”
Michael looked directly at Liz and said, “Liz, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I don’t think you should have to put up with this crap till your dad gets home.”
Liz said, “I can’t close down the café, Michael.”
Michael said, “No, but you could have me working here as a chef until he gets back. And you could have the regulars helping as well.”
Liz looked at Michael after glancing and seeing nobody asking for anything else. She said, “I’m not going to ask you to come in here, Michael…”
Michael saw what she was really saying and said, “That’s fine. I’m offering which means you’re not having to ask me. I’m offering my services and saying I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 6:00 to help open up and get things going for breakfast.”
Stunned and happy, Liz smiled, feeling really excited about having help. Looking at Michael, Liz felt even better. Something in his expression, in the way he was sitting next to her at the bar had Liz really glad that he was coming in tomorrow…
Liz turned the sign that said Sorry We’re Closed at 9:15 PM. It took a few minutes to get everyone out. Michael was the last to go and she was glad because he helped get the others persuaded to leave when it was time to go. IT should be horrible, but Liz had done something else that she hadn’t expected she’d do – she watched as Michael left the café – she’d watched how his body moved out the door. She’d looked at his broad shoulders; she’d looked at his sexy butt. Tomorrow, she got to hang around Michael, to work with him, and to see him in blue jeans once again!
TBC…
By, Angie
Rating: Mature (for now)
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Coupling: Michael/Liz
Chapter One – The Offer
It was simply pathetic, Liz thought to herself at 4:45 that Saturday afternoon. She’d taken over the café last night, while her mom and dad went out of town on a vacation and not one person had bothered to give her a tip for her hard work. There were a million things she could be doing on a Saturday, but she was here, working hard, staying open till 9:00 PM when she could be out at the movies, or studying for her next test. She wanted to say out on a date with Max, but well, that was out as of his choice to make out with Tess on Prom. That left movies or studying as her choices. And handing out orders to customers. Liz walked in her green Alien uniform with her brown hair back in a ponytail and carried burgers and alien rings to a couple that chose to sit on the right side of the café in a booth.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Michael Guerin got into another mental debate about whether or not to go into the café and eat dinner. Max was going out with Tess and Isabel was doing her thing with her friends. That didn’t leave too many friends to hang around with or things to do. The TV on a Saturday night was out since he wasn’t big into CSI or Cops. He always felt that they were too easy-fix-it in their investigations and in their arrests. He expected some hostile shooting matches or at least something really out of this world that had him riveted enough to actually stay in his chair longer than it took to grab another A&W. Gazing around his apartment, hearing his clock ticking on the wall, Michael muttered aloud to himself, “This bites,” and searched for his Nike’s.
Combing down his shoulder length brown hair, Michael grabbed his brown jacket and walked to his motorcycle. Why not go inside and get a burger and fries? He could always leave and go grab a movie afterward…
Liz was explaining that she really was out of ketchup to a 26-year-old guy when Michael walked into the café. The guy’s name was Ryley and he wasn’t exactly friendly about it either. His comment was “I came here to have a burger and fries with ketchup. Why am I the one who can’t have it when I see everybody else having it?”
Liz took another deep breath and said, “Look it’s like I told you, Ryley. My dad placed an order for ketchup when he did his ordering of the month, but it hasn’t come in yet. I’m sorry that you can’t have ketchup but there is mild sauce that I can hand you or some steak sauce. They are good too.”
The blonde-headed jerk stood and said, “If I wanted steak sauce I’d have gone to a restaurant in the city. I didn’t want steak sauce. I wanted ketchup.”
Michael walked up and touching Liz’s shoulder, he said, “I’ll handle this, Liz.”
Liz was surprised, but stepped back, worn out from working for hours and tired of this Neanderthal’s jerkish behavior.
Michael stepped forward toward Ryley and said flatly, “Now listen, I know what it’s like to go out and order food, then find out you can’t have what you want. It really bites, but the thing is, that Liz didn’t have to give you anything.”
Ryley said snottily, “No?”
Michael continued, “Yeah, she could have just taken the day off to herself and let every single person in this place fix their own meals at home. You could be at home trying to scrounge something up with your own two hands.”
Ryley flippantly continued, “Next time I will fix my own or go to another place to eat. A place that’s better than this one.”
Liz felt the looking eyes of everyone else in the room. She heard their talking. She felt smaller and smaller because this was her dad’s place and they were putting it down and she was the only Parker here to say a thing about it. She was a waitress, nothing that made her any more special and certainly not important enough to argue this debate. She felt inferior and really lousy.
Michael nudged the jerk toward the door and said, “The money, Ryley.” He left no room for question, just demanded it.
Ryley dug in his pocket and handed Michael the cash and then briskly opened the door to leave. Michael kicked him toward the cement and shut the door behind him.
Liz was doing her best to hand shakers to the other customers, to keep them happy and was doing refills as well, just to keep anybody else deciding to up and leave like Ryley had. Michael waited till Liz was back behind the counter and he sat at the bar on a stool. Looking at her, seeing the sadness in her eyes, as she looked downward at her hands, Michael said, “Hey.”
Liz muttered, “Hey.”
Michael said, “So, it looks like my lucky night.”
Looking up, Liz said, “How’s that?”
Michael said, “I got to kick out some trash and hang out here for a while, which really beat my alternative of sitting at home and watching standbys on TV.”
Liz said, “Things still bad with Maria?”
Michael said, “Maria who?”
Liz smiled at him and said, “Michael…”
Michael said, “Maria and I are friends, Liz. Anything else and we’re volatile. I think everyone knows that.”
Feeling it without a doubt, Liz smiled and said, “I hadn’t said anything because I cared about you both…but…I think you’re better as friends.”
Michael nodded and said, “Yep, we are. So are you going to keep the place open till 9:00?”
Liz looked at the pretty full diner and said, “Probably…not because I want to stay here but because it’s what my dad would do if he were here and all these people were eating.”
Michael looked with Liz and nodding he said, “You know though that you can decide to do something different than what your dad would do though, right?”
Liz gave a funny look and said, “I think I did that by ticking off Ryley.”
Michael spat, “You didn’t do anything wrong there, Liz. He’s just a jerk.”
Liz said emotionally, “An ******* who will eat at home and not bother to come in here and probably will tell everyone that I’m a terrible waitress and that the Crashdown sucks…”
Michael said, “You’ve been killing yourself keeping up with all these people.”
Shrugging, Liz said, “Dad wanted me to handle it without your help…he’s protective and thinks that if you’re here…” grinning she said, “Well…he’s a worrier.”
Michael looked directly at Liz and said, “Liz, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I don’t think you should have to put up with this crap till your dad gets home.”
Liz said, “I can’t close down the café, Michael.”
Michael said, “No, but you could have me working here as a chef until he gets back. And you could have the regulars helping as well.”
Liz looked at Michael after glancing and seeing nobody asking for anything else. She said, “I’m not going to ask you to come in here, Michael…”
Michael saw what she was really saying and said, “That’s fine. I’m offering which means you’re not having to ask me. I’m offering my services and saying I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 6:00 to help open up and get things going for breakfast.”
Stunned and happy, Liz smiled, feeling really excited about having help. Looking at Michael, Liz felt even better. Something in his expression, in the way he was sitting next to her at the bar had Liz really glad that he was coming in tomorrow…
Liz turned the sign that said Sorry We’re Closed at 9:15 PM. It took a few minutes to get everyone out. Michael was the last to go and she was glad because he helped get the others persuaded to leave when it was time to go. IT should be horrible, but Liz had done something else that she hadn’t expected she’d do – she watched as Michael left the café – she’d watched how his body moved out the door. She’d looked at his broad shoulders; she’d looked at his sexy butt. Tomorrow, she got to hang around Michael, to work with him, and to see him in blue jeans once again!
TBC…