I am what I am and that is all I will ever be - unless I decide to change in which case I'll be different.
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The Napkin Dispenser Part-2The Napkin Dispenser Part-2 by ~Zadien20
He strolled up to the counter and leaned against it, dismissing Mathilda as she moved to serve him. Amber smacked the coffee grinder and cursed when it spluttered.
'Mathilda, fix that.'
'Um, yes,' the pink haired girl squeaked.
'Amber did you break Tsubasa's thumb?' Mariam asked, coming to stand beside him with a grin.
'No, I just bent in the wrong direction. It'll be fine.'
The blue haired girl chuckled, then smiled up at him. 'Kai, do you want something?'
Not to be served by her. Bryan was probably suppressing his Hulk gene as it was.
'Ugh, I'll serve him. Also can you please deal with Rupaul?'
The laugh startled him and he quickly coughed to hide it, glancing back at the silver haired teen who was openly glaring at him. Kai had never considered himself perverse but the fucker was asking for it. He'd acted like some popstar diva ever since he'd shown up in their small seaside village and he was only after Amber to piss him off. Like Kai didn't know the prick was one of Voltaire's bas
The Napkin DispenserThe Napkin Dispenser by ~Zadien20
The sun was bleaching the pavement and coaxing the townsfolk to duck inside the air-conditioned shadows of the local corner shops for cold drinks and ice creams. In the Friars Rest, Kai lounged in a booth, enjoying the feel of the cool fake leather upholstery against his arms that he'd thrown along the back. Opposite him Johnny sipped his strawberry malt, and pushed the navy bandana away from his brow.
The diner wasn't as crowded as it usually was on a Saturday afternoon. There were a few teens he recognized sitting in their little cliques at various booths and tables, while Enrique Giancarlo was trying to flirt with Julia Fernadez but she was shutting him down obviously still unhappy with his playboy status. Bryan Kuznetsov was sitting in a corner watching Mariam setting up the coffee machine as other waitresses bustled past with orders for the kitchen. There was a family near the front door with a spoon-throwing gremlin taking target practice at a random spot on the floor maki
Where's there's a Will, there's Tea.Where's there's a Will, there's Tea. by ~Zadien20
She wasn't in his will.
Twenty eight years living with the man and she wasn't included in his will.
She'd grieved for him.
She'd served tea at his wake, drank tea at his funeral and put up with the people muttering under their breaths about the audacity of her to show her face.
Shrugging off her soaked coat, she hung it up and shuffled into the kitchen. She wasn't in his will, because she wasn't his daughter. Closing her fingers around the backs of her pine chairs, she took a steadying breath. It was okay. She didn't need anything from the will.
Cursing she stalked to the kettle, her low heels clipping against the lino floor. Jerking the kettle off its stand, she shoved it under the tap and began to fill it.
That wasn't the point though, she mused. She didn't care about what she got, she cared that she hadn't been mentioned. It was as if, after everything, he'd disowned her unofficially. Her two siblings had been included and suddenly, with this action, they no longer associated with h