Home Alone [Paradise] [Part 4] [PiE/NEETpone #50]


                                            >You are Anon, and holy mother of Christ, you'll be glad to get home.

                                            >You wish that your joke this morning about getting yelled at by soccermoms was a joke, but oh man, were you wrong.

                                            >Your shift has been absolute Hell for a first day, absolutely brutal non-stop dough-kneeding action, being screamed at by more Karens than you can count, and you got chilli sauce in your eyes earlier too.

                                            >So this is where 3 years of studying and a mountain of student debt gets you.

                                            >God save the Queen.

                                            >It's not all bad though, your new boss Georgios is pretty based, and his "Customer can go fuck himself. If it is not picked up after 30 minutes, it is yours to take home with you" policy is pretty great as well. Free pizza is best pizza.

                                            >On your first day, you managed to score a plain ol' Margherita, and a small garlic bread. Both of which are Paradise's favourites for dunking in whatever's in the fridge. Hopefully she hasn't ate yet.

                                            >You'd think coming from a land of sugar and rainbows that she'd have a pretty colourful pallette, but nope. Can't stand anything sugary. Cheese and bread is her weakness.

                                            >She's a strange one, alright.

                                            >"Anon! Wrap up, your shift ends in 10. You did well today."

                                            "Aye, no worries George, cheers. Oh, and when's my next shift?"

                                            >The old man rubs the back of his neck and gives you a sort of exhale through his teeth.

                                            >"Not got much going on for the rest of the week, but the weekend will be chaos all over again if you feel up to it my friend. If you want the work, come in Friday morning to help me get dough and other stuff ready for the night. It will give you some time to practice before the rush."

                                            "Spot on, works for me. See you then."

                                            >Grabbing your backpack and two boxes of food from the top of the warmer, you give a wave and head out into the cold night air.

                                            >Christ, it's nippy tonight.

                                            >You can already hear your internal Paradise reminding you “You’ll catch your death in this wind, Anon! P-please put a coat on..”

                                            >She means well, and as much as you hate to admit it [spoiler]she’s right in this case, you’re fucking freezing.[/spoiler]

                                            >Speaking of, you wonder to yourself how she’s coped without you today. She’s been pretty wobbly legged about you starting your new job all week.

                                            >She doesn’t say much when she’s worried a lot of the time, but she doesn’t really have to at this point, you can tell when something is eating at her.

                                            >Truth be told, you actually worry about her quite a bit. She gets herself pretty badly rattled sometimes.

                                            >Yeah, worrying about her worrying. That’s totally not going to start a vicious cycle or anything. Nah. Not a chance.

                                            >.. But what if..?

                                            >Yup, nope, scratch that thing above, you better get your ass home and make sure she hasn’t accidentally created chlorine gas with cleaning supplies again.

                                            >You still haven’t recovered from the last time she cleaned the bathroom.

                                            >Hurriedly making your way along the street, you use the warmth of your pizza boxes to keep you from meeting a frosty end on the highstreet.

                                            >Thank God you only live a couple of streets away from work. You’re not built for this weather.

                                            >You should have moved to Australia with your Aunt when you had the chance. You could be eating kangaroos and fighting emus in the great war right now while shirtless in the heat, but no, you're stuck here in good ol' Yorkshire freezing your nipples off.

                                            >Turning the corner onto your street, you quicken your pace and begin to head down the path to yours and Paradise’s house.

                                            >Opening the front door, you close your eyes, sigh in relief as the warm air washes over you, and an amazing smell fills your nostr- [CLUNK CLINK CLANK]

                                            “What in the..?”

                                            >”Woahhh.. Wooa-AHH, SHI- [CRASH] AHH!”

                                            >[GONK – CRASH – BANG]

                                            >Holy mother of Christ, what the Hell was that?

                                            >…