Post by channingpike on Nov 27, 2010 17:08:34 GMT -8
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Cold collided with Channing's skin as he got out of his new Honda Celica. Slamming the door to the black sports car behind him, he quickly jammed the keys in the pocket of his jacket. He crossed the dark parking lot into the restaurant, white flakes of snow clung to his hair and clothing. Here in Texas, it rarely snowed but tonight was a chilling 29 degrees Fahrenheit. He was used to snow, coming from Ohio.
A wave of warmth touched his body as he passed through the black door of The Providence. Traces of steak and French fries met his nose, his mouth began to water. His stomach was empty, hunger scratched at his stomach like a cadged animal. The hunger reminded him of his recent trip back home just days ago. Thanksgiving. He loathed Thanksgiving, he hated seeing his family. Deep down, he knew they hated him as well... he couldn't blame them. How could he expect them to love him when he couldn't love himself? He hadn't had a happy holiday since the accident. Channing knew that his stepfather had tried to rebuild their relationship, he even had gotten Channing a new car, his Celica. Channing hated the car, he didn't want another car. It was Channing's fault for all of the bad blood between himself and his stepfather. He knew that he wasn't the easiest child to raise, he was just too proud to admit he was in the wrong.
The waitress greeted him with a warm smile, she was attractive but Channing was too engaged into his mind to notice. She sat him into a booth in the darkest corner of the room, which was fine with him. What can i get you to drink tonight hun? Her voice was soft, with the slightest hint of a seductive purr. He felt her put a hand on his shoulder, his skin crawled at her touch. Coke please. Short and sweet, he wasn't in the mood to flirt. She gave him a smile and said in the same tone: Ill be right back. He rolled his eyes as she walked away. Usually, he would be all into taking her home but he had a feeling that she was carrying more than just food.
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