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The following day, Ramsay waltzed into the diner, very hungry, and not in the best mood. His father had come home drunk at night again but had been gone by the morning, leaving him worried and angry. Just the other day, BT had promised him, again, to stop drinking. By now Ramsay knew the words were never genuine, but still, every time the older man promised something, a small piece of hope was planted in his heart. Which of course ripped it open the following day, always ending up betrayed.
Ramsay knew he needed to stop believing the words that left his father’s mouth. But it was his father. The only family he had. And so, he was ready to get his heart broken every week as long as he still had a roof over his head and someone to see once in a while.
The bell on the door rang as he entered, and both Emmie and Mateo looked up. They didn’t usually have many shifts together, but as Jessy couldn’t come to work and Mateo was more than happy to make more m
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The week went by fast, Ramsay visiting Carl’s every day as usual, but spending a bit less time there than he had the previous few weeks. He got to hang out with Emmie day after day, just sharing smiles and, when she and Mateo weren’t busy, playing cards. The highlights of his days, before going to work and leaving after spending a few hours with the girl, were the small conversations they would have during his friend’s short lunch breaks. Or they could be called late lunch breaks. Mateo ate at strange hours, even for Ramsay. He had his lunch at 5 pm, and while it was odd, the beanie-wearing boy was happy to spend some quality time with only Emmie when he wouldn’t have to pretend they weren’t friends. The girl was still up for their date on Sunday, and he already knew where he was going to take her. It was gonna be different than the last one, but Ramsay wondered that if he took Emmie on a date to the exact same place every time, for the exact same ac
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The tiny hairy man made his way into the old garage, through the miniature door in the back. Knocking on the door thrice before undoing the four locks on it, he was faced with two muscular men who looked much like him, only about three heads taller. “Beast,” one of the two greeted, the other simply nodding, eyes flashing reverence as he bucked his head at the short man. “How’s the girl?” the tiny guy asked with his incredibly low voice. “Stopped screaming.” “Good.” Then, handing a newly bought mace to the quiet man, he clarified, “If she starts screaming again.” They moved to a private lounge where a few others were nursing some beers, playing poker with thousands of dollars, just for fun. “Sir,” one of them said, all of them immediately standing to show their loyalty to him. “Beast,” another said, eyes wide, with a smirk on his face. “Jones has a girl.” “A girl?” Beast asked, frowning deeply, not believing it. “He onl
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Ramsay was sat in a booth at Carl’s, nursing a huge cup of black coffee, and having a conversation with Ani when Peter Davis entered the diner. His eyes automatically fell on him, knowing fairly well what he looked like. The boy’s head turned to see if Emmie was waiting outside in the car, but he didn’t find the yellow, retro vehicle she had described. Frowning and blocking his friend entirely out, his eyes focused back on the man, ears sharpening to hear the order. Crispy chicken wings, a grilled cheese, and a coffee with two sugars. A coffee? The frown remained on the boy’s face, not realizing his friend was trying to snap him back into reality and get his attention. Emmie never ate anything but healthy food when she was with him, and small amounts of it, so he would have been surprised by the chicken and grilled cheese, but the coffee made it impossible. She was through and through a vanilla kind of girl and had told him numerous times about her
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The next day, Emmie was working again. It felt nice to start her morning with the same people that had been in it for over a month already: the old couple, a few construction workers from Christopher’s dad’s company, a small girl with her single father, and loads of different truck drivers. When noon started to roll around, people with normal sleep schedules started to come to the diner for a morning coffee and breakfast. Jessy was working again, but because of her health problems, her doctor had recommended not moving too much, which meant Emmie was on waitress duty while she took the orders at the counter and prepared coffee and milkshakes. Ramsay walked through the door about at eleven, face ice-cold as he went to sit by himself in his regular booth. He sighed while closing his eyes and rested his nape against the back of his booth. At this point, he didn’t even have the energy to look for Emmie or see if she was approaching him or not. The girl, after see
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Waking up the next morning, Emmie groaned at the sunlight in her face and turned around, cheek hitting the slightly damaged pillow under her head as she tugged the blanket up her body and over her shoulders. “Morning, sunshine,” she heard. The girl opened her eyes, looking around in confusion for a moment before glaring at Ramsay standing in his small kitchen and laughing at her. “Shut up,” she murmured and closed her eyes again, turning onto her stomach and burrowing her face into the familiar-smelling pillow. Ramsay chuckled again, shaking his head a bit as he served them eggs with toast. Last night had been crazy, at least for Emmie who was constantly shuffling around, not able to find a comfortable position. The boy laughed at her when, in her sleep, she had thrown her leg over his waist and snuggled against him. Now, in the morning, she didn’t remember all of it, but the small remarks that Ramsay had made about her cuddling skills were still on h
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It wasn’t until Monday that the town got the news. Marty Mapels, Reggie’s father, had died during the night of Emmie’s birthday party. He was found the night after, on the Southside, beaten to death.Emmie was at work when the news came from the radio. The whole diner suddenly fell silent, just as the rest of the town, and the whole morning, only one thing was on people’s minds—who could’ve possibly killed him. This death was far from being an accident.The girl knew the man personally. He was a mechanic, and her father had been friends with him, so when Emmie was little, she always tagged along to watch how they worked on cars, and eventually, to help them. Reggie wasn’t there most of the time, but when he sometimes was, the young Emmie didn’t trust him. He was Christopher’s friend, but never really hers.But, despite the fact that he could fix cars, the guy hadn’t been the greatest dad or husband. Occ
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It had been two days since Ramsay had seen Emmie. With her working with the Mapelss and him helping his father (now sober of three days) to collect every single Viper’s alibi for Saturday night, the contact between the two teenagers had faded a bit. Of course, they still texted every day and night, but both of them missed the fun conversations about stupid little things they used to have. So, on Thursday, after faking some security footage of the Viper Nest by photoshopping a few men into the video, Ramsay decided to surprise the blonde. He knew Emmie didn’t have many cars to fix anymore, and would end the day at about 3 pm, and therefore, rode his motorcycle to the Mapels household about fifteen minutes before. He parked on a sidewalk about a block away and smirking to himself, sent the girl a message. Here. The answer came a few minutes later: a bunch of question marks. Sending a winking emoji back to her, he knew she’d figure it out, simpl
Lost (in Your Emerald Eyes) E I G H T E E N
The following Saturday, with Emmie’s parents out of town for a conference, the girl was finally allowed to go to the drive-in—the first one this summer. Well, maybe ‘allowed’ wasn’t the best word choice for it, but she was able to go. Supposedly, she was going with Samuel in his truck, even though Emmie was sure her gay best friend would sneak off to have a secret date with whoever he had been running around with lately, and she would be able to slip into the oddly big projection booth Ramsay most likely would be at. And there was Emmie’s problem. She couldn’t tell her friend she would be having ‘a date’ with someone, and therefore, couldn’t dress like it. But for Ramsay, she also didn’t only want to pull on her skinny jeans and a sweater as usual. Biting her lip, the girl observed the outfit laid out in front of her on the bed; ripped jeans that her mom never let her wear, and a slim white sweater. Emmie carefully grabbed the light material, folding
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