Chap. 2

                                    

                                          
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~Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light~ George Washington
                          
            
                          
 President's Day.
                          
Washington's birthday. 
                          
The schools are closed, but stores are open. That said, I have work today. Ever since I've started, I've only seen like seven to ten customers, not including my friends. Most of them wanted tune-ups. 
                          
Needless to say, it hasn't been that busy.
                          
"Skye?" Kat snapped her fingers in front of my face.
                          
"Huh? Yeah?" I came back.
                          
"You zoned out again." She stated.
                          
"Sorry."
                          
"It's alright." She tried to catch my eyes, "Something bothering you?"
                          
"No, I'm just a zombie today for some reason." I shrugged. Well, if we're talking reasons, the big one's probably because my moronic friends have kept me up late. We were catching up on a lot and didn't go to bed 'til like four. Kat called me to come in at noon. Eight hours of sleep? I need more.
                          
I looked around the shop, "Where's Dean?"
                          
She rolled her eyes, "He's in the back. God only knows what he's doing."
                          
"Dean!" I called out.
                          
"Ow!" He yelled, then we heard something fall, then he screamed in pain again, and then something else cluttered... all in a matter of minutes... That's Dean for you. He poked his head out the door, "Yeah?"
                          
"What the hell are you doing?" I shook my head.
                          
"I was sitting on the piano naming my armpit hairs—what do you think I was doing?"  He held up a can of Lysol and a rag, "I was dusting and wiping, ya know? So it'll look good for our non-existent customers?" He was just oozing with sarcasm today.
                          
"Well, come over here and take a break." Kat put her hand on her hip.
                          
Dean came over and put the Lysol on the ground and draped the rag over his shoulder. As the three of us were doing, well, nothing; a fly was bugging me. 
                          
Ha. 
                          
Get it?
                          
Fly?
                          
Bug?
                          
No?
                          
Okay. 
                          
I began swatting it when Dean yelled, "Skye! No! You're gonna hurt Frank!"
                          
"Who's Frank?" I asked.
                          
"The fly you're trying to murder." He simply said.
                          
Kat laughed, "Dean has this weird side of him that likes to name the bugs that fly in the house or in the shop."
                          
"That explains so much." I shook my head.
                          
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes.
                          
"Just take a break." Kat chuckled. 
                          
"Kit, it's not like we're busy." He scoffed.
                          
"Well, take a break anyway." I chuckled.
                          
Kat turned her back away from him and he discretely slid the rag off his shoulder, twisted it then snapped it to hit her butt.
                          
"Ow! Dean! What the hell?!" She exclaimed.
                          
"Sorry, Sis. I couldn't resist." He doubled over laughing.