Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Chapter Six]

I have a hard time sleeping.
I can't ever manage to get a full night's sleep. I always, without fail, wake every couple of hours, for about twenty minutes, for no apparent reason. This has been an issue for years. But during my senior year of high school I also woke up abnormally early and walked to school, four miles away, every morning.
I'd leave my house at 5:50am, get to school at about 6:50am and wait around until school started. During that one hour walk to school, I would listen to my ipod, and ponder all sorts of things, it helped with the stress that school brings, I was often very calm from these walks.
"Why didn't you just drive?" You might ask.
"Well, its because I didn't have a car in high school, and that's also part of the reason my dad kicked me out later that year."
"Why did he do that?" You might ask after that, but I would never be too sure if its because you really wanted to know, or if its because that's the proper response to that sentence.
"Well, its because I'm the devil." I would say with a laugh, because depending on who you were, your facial response or quite possibly your verbal response as well, would be hilarious. I should clarify, I'm not actually the devil, although my brother Jose is convinced I am.
"How fucking awesome would it be," He told me as we walked to our Editing class at the local community college. "if you were the Anti-Christ? I mean come on, you've never drank, or smoked, or been high. Other than the fact that you really like pussy, you're pretty much a boy scout!"
"I do have the fucking mouth of a sailor, asshole." I'd say, and he'd get my joke.
"I'm serious, dickhead! Imagine the way the devil must think, all he does is fuck people over. Now, say you're a Satan worshiper and you're waiting for this monster to bring about the end of the world. Some goat legged motherfucker, with a big cock and red skin. But no, you get some tall skinny white boy, who's a pacifist and wears dresses on stage. Wouldn't that be the greatest middle finger the devil could give to everyone!"
"I guess." His logic was undeniable. That made me convinced that I was, indeed, some extension of the anti-Christ. But it was a conversation that took place a little over a year before this, during one of my hour long treks to school.
"Jestro!" Carrios called from the passenger seat of a car that slowly drove past me before stopping. "Get in!"
I got in the back seat and we took off. The car was warm, the blue light from the dash made Carrios' face an eerie dead kind of blue. His mother was driving and his younger sister was sitting next to me.
"We're going to Starfucks." He told me, I nodded. I wouldn't get anything.
"So, Ryan?" His mother called to me. "Carlos tell me you're an atheist." Oh, shit. This talk.
"Well, kinda. I don't really believe there's a god, but don't believe there isn't one either." I said.
"Then how do you think we got here?" She asked.
"I think the aliens jizzed into the primordial ooze that created the life on this planet." I said as a joke. She didn't find it very funny.
"She didn't find it very funny, dude." Carrios said the next day with a laugh. "She thinks you're the devil!" Then he let out a girlie little laugh that made me smile and blush.
So after that I didn't fight it anymore. Aliens ejaculated into the building blocks of our race, and I'm destined to fuck a robot, the future looked bright. If I was going to become the anti-Christ, I had some serious work to do. But I thought, fuck it, I'd rather work in Customer Service.
"Come on, dude, its time for theater." Carrios told me, then a few days later he showed me his penis, a few days after that Omega showed me his too, I didn't like how this was turning out. So I got a girlfriend and lost my virginity, and just to get even with Carrios, had sex on his bed. Sucker!

I'm often the person people come to when they want to have a deep conversation, the kind that question the beginning of time, or religion, or the nature of man, etc. My head is always swimming with those types of thought, all people have to do is ask, and its like turning on a facet.
Its because of that, our first kiss was at the beach [Bella and I]. I have this tradition, with Jose, to go to the beach at around midnight, and just walk up and down the shoreline, talking about all sorts of things. But there always has to be three, because three is the perfect number for a conversation, assuming all parts speak. Any more and you get side conversations, any less and the conversation can die easily. So we always travel in threes, until the night I invited Bella.
She never wanted to go, because of how bad it would look, but that was only while she was with her boyfriend, after they broke up, she was all over me. It was strange at first, realizing she had been holding all sorts of things back as our friendship developed. But it was very flattering, having the affection returned, and I didn't feel so bad when I would *Cough, cough!* check her out *Cough, cough!* and stuff like that.
The funny thing about Bella was, after that first meeting, I started slowly working with her more and more. Looking back I feel kind of bad about not checking her out, I guess her lips were good enough to admire, these things are juicy, let me tell you. Or it might have been because of Tawnya, leading me on and then ignoring me once her boyfriend found out about me.
"Tawnya, I don't want you talking to that guy with hair. He looks good! I think I might want to even fuck him!" He probably told her.
"Okay." She probably replied in her monotone, low voice.
It wasn't until one day, I was in the break room, I wasn't on the clock, but Bella and Banessa were both in the office, so I walked in there. I asked them what they thought of my new CCC shirt, and they said it looked nice. I love CCC, by the way. Then Banessa said something to the affect of,
"Don't let this fool borrow any of your shirts, she'll stretch them!" Then Bella laughed.
"Shut up! Its not my fault my boobs are so big!" Then I didn't hear anything else. All of my attention, all of the energy in my head went to my eyes. Even my memory bank reverted to only the visual feed as to not ruin any of the quality during playback. It was the first time I really examined her body [as far as the clothes would allow]. A ten. Bella has the body of a ten. If Bella were a model, she'd be a ten. The reason her score drops is because you factor in personality if you know the person, and before we really started talking, Bella was just an 8.9. When she has her hair down or done nicely it turns to a 9.0. Soon, however she gained more and more points on the scale.
The breasts [this is talking before we were married and before we had 'gone all the way'] were amazing, breathtaking if she were wearing a revealing shirt, which I often wanted her not to, as to better hide my attraction to her. I wished this to also keep her from being uncomfortable around me. I remember one time, it was a closing shift, I walked into the break room and she was wearing her street clothes, a white A-shirt, also known as the wife beater [such a positive name for a shirt]. let me tell you, the way it hugged the perfection of skin, I had to leave. I hate sitting across from her at tables because of it. Bella's the kind of girl you can actually have a conversation with, provided she's in a good mood, or feels okay with talking to you [implying the two of you aren't alone]. So when I'm actually trying to have an intelligent conversation, or tell a story to her, the last thing I want are a pair of the most perfect breasts taunting me.
Oh, how they taunt me!
Back in the break room, her sitting at the table writing a letter to the opening crew, her body hunched over so she can look at the paper while writing. The flawless skin catching my attention. She gets up and goes to the other side of the break room to get her purse, and there I see it, the greatest of all God's miracles, her ass.
"What the fuck!!!!?" I mouthed to Betty, who sat at the break room table, as Bella's back was turned. She just laughed.
*sigh*
I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny...
I remember my mother asking me if I were a boobies man or a booty man once. I told her a booty man, and she was shocked.
Boy oh boy do I love the booty. I'm not sure if girls can really understand why men love the booty as much as they do. I guess its the way it sways as you walk away, or the fact that we can look at it in public and you would never know. Or maybe its because when doing it doggy style the way that it curves into your back, oh man, I think I need to go get something to drink, I'm feeling hot.
Whatever the reason it is, I enjoy the booty, and Bella has the kind of booty that would make a black girl jealous.
It all makes sense now! The reason she'd always get in fights at school, its because girls would get mad that their men for looking at Bella instead of them, how sad, I'm sorry Bella.
The soft black work pants she wears are nice, they form to it nicely, but they don't give it that lift that jeans do. True, if I wanted to know what kind of mood she was in, by the underwear she was wearing [you can see it, without even trying the material's so thin]. But jeans win because they don't lean in any extreme, they just are. Jeans are not sexy, its the girl in them that makes them sexy, and damn, does Bella make jeans sexy.
"Bella has a huge ass!" Crow said one time during the stock shift. "I just want to smack it!" I was jealous, not going to lie.
This one time at Denny's with Tawnya, Betty, and Bella a few of my outside of work friends [including Jose] showed up. I had told Jose [via text message] that I was her with Bella, that one with the ass. He was at Denny's far sooner than he should have been because of that text. Bella was an extreme bitch that whole night, I assumed she was menstruating [I still, to this day am not sure which time of the month to be on my best behavior around her, maybe one day she'll inform me?] or hadn't had sex in a while. Whatever the reason, she was the superbitch from that Christina Aguilera song, and making me irritated, as well as Jose. It wasn't until we were all standing in line to pay, Bella was standing in front of the two of us [we sat on the booth] that he saw it, the forbidden fruit. The greatest of all asses. he looked at me and asked,
"Jestro!? Why aren't you hitting that!? That's the greatest ass I've ever seen!"
"I'm working on it." I told him, lying to both of us. I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell with Bella, she was so in love with her boyfriend, I was a blimp, barely on the radar.
But that was all before she texted me one night, asking if I was awake. A silly question, I know, but it helped start the conversation. She asked if the offer for going to the beach was open.
"Always." I responded, then drove to pick her up. Later we were at the beach.
A crescent moon hung low above the horizon, and shown brightly over the cloudless sky, its reflection chopped up on the crashing waves.
Sitting on a life guard shack, she asked me.
"Do you think the earth is flat?" Then I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were cold, but I could feel the blood warming them up as she pressed into me. The cold ocean breeze whipped past our faces, but I was warmed by her marshmallow warm lips. She opened her mouth for a second, her tongue sliding and then retreating. She tilted her head sideways and her tongue touched mine again. The heat from her mouth warmed me throughout. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer to her. She reluctantly pulled her face from mine, her eyes opening slowly as if to preserve all the details of our kiss in her mind. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at me, she was shaking slightly. Then she let out a long exhale, as if she had just done something extremely unbelieveable, then she leaned in for one more chicken peck and then said,
"So do you think the earth is flat?"
Then I told her how I felt about the earth.

-Sir Jestro