Who: Perrie and Cam When: Sunday evening. Where: Overboard (the seafood restaurant) and then who knows. Summary: Finally, she gets some time with him. It only took being dropped off at a shelter. Rating: IDK
Perrie had spent the night at a shelter. It hadn't been her first choice of where she wanted to go, but at that point in time, she just needed to get away from her parents house. She was fighting with her parents, she was fighting with her brother. She had made a gigantic mess of everything, but she was certain that this was the move she wanted to make, being emancipated. She knew that she was fully capable of being out on her own, even a day into the age of 16. While she might have been a lot of things, she wasn't stupid and she knew that all she had to do was show the court that she could take care of herself, provide a life for herself and all while still going to school. It didn't sound that difficult. First thing, she needed a job, then she needed to find a cheap apartment. It didn't have to be fancy, it just needed to serve its purpose.
Perrie had spent most of the night talking to the director of the shelter where she currently was. They had talked about everything and for the first time in her life, it felt like somebody was actually listening to her, interested in what she wanted to do, how she envisioned her future. It turned out the director had once been in a similar place as Perrie was now, so in a way, the two had common ground. The only rule that Perrie had to abide by was that the doors locked at 10:00PM and if you didn't make it inside by that time, you didn't have a place to sleep for that night. It was easy enough. Of course, Perrie also had to help out within the shelter as needed which she didn't mind, and in return, they had programs that could help her situation. Programs that would help her find work, stay in school, even help her find her first apartment. Of course, her tuition was already paid by her parents with the private school so Perrie honestly didn't know if she was to remain there or end back up at HGH, but she was sure she'd find out soon enough come Monday. But for now, she was finally free, and it was that feeling that she had needed even if it was replaced with stress, real life stresses weighing on her mind.
Perrie had been out for most of the day applying for jobs, talking to people, trying to find work. A lot of people weren't real sold on hiring her due to Hallow Grove being a small town and everybody knowing everybody's business, including her recent troubles. But finally, she was offered a position as a busser at Overboard, the local seafood restaurant. It wasn't the most ideal place to work, she could pretty much guarantee she'd stay smelling like sea life while there, but beggars could not be choosers. The upside, they wanted to start her off working immediately.
Perrie chose to wear her wig for the job because she didn't want people to notice her, and notice that she worked at a seafood place as a busser, but also because she didn't want people asking her a million and one questions about things that were not their business, or lecturing her, or judging her just by her parents.
"Where's that new busser?" Perrie looked up from her phone in the back of the restaurant. "I'm right here, sir." Her boss looked at her, "Well, shouldn't you be out there, I don't know, bussing tables? Your job?" Perrie nodded with an apologetic frown. "Yes sir, I'm sorry. I didn't know that there were more tables."
"There are always more tables, get out there and get to work."
"Yes sir," Perrie added, tie the apron back around her waist and dropping her cell phone into the front pocket as she moved back out to the dining area, going to where her busser cart was located and pushing it along the floor, going to tables and cleaning them off, putting the tips left into her pocket, where at the end of the night, the workers would split them.
Approaching an extremely disgustingly messy table, Perrie sighed. This was so not glamorous, but this was now her life, wasn't it? She began reaching for the dirty dishes and placing them in the cart when her hand grabbed a hold of somebody's fish that appeared to be chewed up and spit back out onto the plate. "Ew!" Perrie exclaimed to herself as she quickly put the dish in the cart and rubbed her hands vigorously on her apron. "So gross."
"Is there a problem?" Why was her boss always right there?
"No sir, no problem at all."
Perrie grimaced momentarily as she continued to clean off the table, finally heaving a sigh of relief when her boss walked away.
She really could use a dozen hugs and three milkshakes, heavy on the chocolate syrup right about now.
"New girl," the boss spoke out again. "Your shift is up in ten minutes, finish up."