Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

Everybody knows I have about as much patience as an unemployed doctor; none. It took fifteen minutes to get to HRC, it took ten minutes to find a parking spot and a further forty-five minutes just to get a table (the line was out the door, I swear), and everybody was getting really pissed off. Even River started getting huffy, no matter what Matt said to calm him down.

It had gotten to the point where I just plonked myself on the ground, completely done with standing. Dad kept telling me to get up off the ground and to grow up, but I said, and I quote;

"I've just been playing volleyball for an two and a half hours, I'm allowed to sit down. If you've got a problem with that, please go and take it somewhere else, because I'm not listening."

Ive earned a name around here for my razor-sharp wit and sarcasm, and I've become quite a favourite too. Except with Dad, he just says I'm being cheeky and I'd want to watch it.

"Since when do you have your belly button pierced?" Meaghan asked, pointing to my belly button bar (it's just silver with an amethyst on either end, as amethysts are my birthstone).

"Since a week or two before I moved here, I know it was close to when my mom died." I said, and got up off the ground from where I was sitting.

"It's nice, and it looks well on you."

"Thanks." At this point, we moved up a couple of feet in the queue, and there was a chorus of "thank god!"s and "it took them long enough!"s
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When the waiters finally came, I'd contemplated ordering a salad, as coach says that's what we should be eating. When Zacky heard this, of course, he went into this big long speech about how I should actually eat foods of substance, and that the coach hasn't a clue what she's talking about. He ended up telling the waiter to give me something with chicken, and what the hell it is, I don't even know. I'm kinda scared to find out, if I'm honest.

The Captain America's food joint also has a bar, and lets just say I was tempted. There was so much alcohol there that I liked, and the struggle was real. In the end, I got a bottle of Jones, which is basically this non-alcoholic blue fizzy stuff that tastes amazing. It wasn't really what I wanted, but it was a decent enough substitute.

Whatever the chicken thing that Zacky ordered me was actually ok, and it tasted nice. I never managed to figure out what it was, mind, but I'll say nothing.

By dessert, I didn't think I could eat anything more (it doesn't actually take a lot of food to make me feel full for some reason), and I swore that I didn't want anything, as I'm trying to watch my shape and stay fit. And once again, Zacky was having none of this, and he ordered me a death by chocolate something-or-other. I was hating him at this point.

"If I throw up on the way home, it's all your fault!" I said flatly.

"Sure thing." He replied, and I rolled my eyes. It's really all his fault, I'm telling you.

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By the time the bill came out, it was utter chaos. The restaurant hasn't organised it by our last names, like we asked. Instead, they gave us one big bill, and everybody's orders were mixed up. By the time we'd figured it all out, it was as if a huge relief had come.

Once we'd all said our goodbyes, we went our separate ways (I was in the right car this time) and headed on home, even though we live in close proximity of eachother. I, for one, was going home to have a proper shower, because I just didn't feel clean even though I used the showers at the gym (makes sense, really).

The rest of my evening (after my shower) was just taking it easy and doing nothing but play flappy bird and talk to Danny.

Notes

I found a good YouTube channel that does good Pierce The Veil audios (@Pierce The Veil - Topic) and like I'm only waiting for the audio of Yeah Boy And Doll Face (bc I'm cheap and don't buy my music on iTunes, and instead get it on iTube) and I'm waiting for ages!