This gonna be fuuuun~

Note the sarcasm

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It have been a week since Six's mother learning about her secret. The medication Dr. Carter had prescribed had helped her just as it said it would. Yes, morning sickness was still a jab in the gut, but everything else was fine.

The waitress made her way down the street, once again being guided by her cat. Her head a buried back into the book, eyes wide with shook and excitement.

"Edrica, please, you must learn something for I, your mother and queen, die to the horrible chest coughy coughy. I hid a million dollars under.... bleh."

"Mother, no please, don'ts leave me!"

She closed the book. "Whoa..." she muttered. She stood in front of the door, Milo looking up at her, waiting for his treat.

"Thanks, bud, but try to walk a little slower next time. I want to see what happens with Edrica and Phillis now that her mom died and Fiona is having Cornell's baby," she said, holding the treat for him. Milo stood on, grabbing the treat, purring as he ate it.

She stood up, opening the door and came inside. The small bell over head rang as she entered, though it didn't stop Three and Two from arguing.

"Two, just do it, if he's not the right guy, then it's fine. It's just the first date, honey!" Three said, wiping off the counter top with a wet rag.

"But, Three, you know how I am! I can barely hold a conversation regularly, how am I gonna hold one with a complete stranger?"

Three stopped, looking over to the other waitress with a look at said 'really?'.

"Hey, girls, what did I miss?" Six asked, walking behind the counter reaching down to grab the end of her yellow hoodie. Three gave a groan, rolling her steel blue eyes.

"Two still hasn't gotten her profile done," she answered. Six looked over, a bit shocked, fixing her uniform top as she walked to the back.

"Two, you still haven't done that? You said you were gonna do it ages ago!" She said, taking her apron and tying it on. The green outfitted girl gave a small whimper, fiddling with her hands.

"Girls, look, I-I tried, honestly, but... it's a huge guessing game as to who I will get! You both know how much I hate guessing games!" She fretted, turning back to her work at taking plates from empty tables.

"Honey, I'm in a guessing game right now. The only thing you have to do is get your profile done, and me and Three will be with you the entire step of the way. Now, what do we have so far?" Six asked.

Two placed the plates down onto the counter, reaching into her pocket and taking out her phone. She looked up at the two nervously, giving them a small sheepish smile.

"I-I call myself, 'Two_The_Stars_and_Back' an-and, for my bio I put: lover of any thing star related, I like to study about the planets and stars, I have a hobby of collecting small pieces of meteorites and gemstones. Oh! An-and, I like cats, maybe that my up my chances..."

Two let out a whine, putting the phone back. "I can't do this, what if he's not the one!" she shouted.

Five appeared around the corner, carrying his tray. "Hey, Two, I know you're in a bind right now, but please try to keep it done?" he asked, walking off.

"S-sorry, Five. Girls, I need your help. What if when he sees me he doesn't like me, or he does but after we grow a meaningful bond he leaves me and I get crushed?"

Three shook her head slightly. "Honey, you're over reacting."

"I'm with Three on this," Six said, making her way to the back to fetch a pie from one of the racks in the kitchen.

Three leaned onto the counter, looking at Two with a small smile. "Honey, be real just a little bit with me. If you go with this, who do you think will find you?"

The larger waitress mentally cursed herself, seeing how she accidently seemed to set Two off more. The younger gave a small squeak. She brought a hand to her hair, tugging on it slightly.

"I don't know!"

"Two, please keep it down!"

"Stuff a muffin in it, Five, she's having an early life crisis," Three snapped, giving a small side glare to him. Two continued to ramble, beginning to pace around anxiously.

"What if he talks too fast? What if he eats Oreos, but instead of eating the creme, he eats the cookie first?"

"I don't think you should be worrying about a coo-"

"What if he calls out waiter by his first name? What if he sits too close? What if he asks me things before I'm ready to tell him?"

"Two, honey, deep breaths now, you're getting your hair in knots," Three murmured, reaching and turning the girl around to fix her ponytail.

Two continued to ramble. "What if when he sees me, what if he's disappointed? What if he turns the other way and runs away?" she asked, though Three knew no matter what she said the other would continue to ramble.

"I shouldn't do- no, I can't do it. Three, what if I just give myself away but I get get it given back?" she whispered.

Three took the hair tie from her mouth, fixing the other blond's hair. "Two, don't think of all the bad things. I'm sure you'll meet a lovely guy."

"What if I don't though! What if I end up having a miserable life?" Two let out a small noise Three could only describe as the noise a dog makes when it knows it's in trouble. "I could even up a miserable wife!"

"Three, what if he's a criminal? Some kinda psychopath who escaped an institution where they don't have girls? He could be color blind!"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Five. What if it's worse... what if he has lovely eyes... and makes me laugh, he gets me out of hiding..." Two frowned, looking down.

Six joined them, setting a small cinnamon pumpkin pie out for the three of them. "Two, you do what makes you happy. If you think he's gonna be some kinda crazy person, then just give one of us a call. We'll be there for you in no time at all."

Two took a moment, thinking it over. She rubbed her wrists, before giving a small nod. "Yeah... yeah, you girls are gonna be with me the whole ride..."

She smiled, her dark leaf and ivy green eyes having a shine in them. A determined look came to her, her back straightening and head held high. "I'll do it! I'll try to get myself a date!"

"There's the Two we know and love. Now, look, I don't know about you, but I'm not handling Old Mr. Rodger again, I got him his orange juice before his water and I thought I'd never hear the end of it," Three said, pointing over to the elderly gentleman. He was enjoy a cup of hot coffee, reading the newspaper as he waited for someone to take his order.

"I'll do it, Two, you get to working on your profile. Three, go ahead and get me a glass of water and the turn the air on. You know how he is with his diner blazing hot."

Three gave a nod, grumbling to herself slightly. "Hot my ass, if it was any colder in here it the water would be ice before it hit the cups."

Six took her notepad, walking over to the official owner, a soft smile on her face. "Hey, Mr. Rodger, what can I get you today?"

"Ah, my favorite little baker. I was wondering when you would come over. I would like to have a piece of today's special, the... Betrayed by My Best Friend? Er... what is in it?"

"It has a key lime base with a small mixture of rum, but not enough to do any harm. It's top off with a small dollop of whip cream with two lime wedges."

"Sounds... interesting. I'll take one of those and my usual. Remember, I want orange juice, but give me water first, then my orange juice. I want a slide of tomatoes in the side, on a different plate, not touching anything else."

Six scribbled the order down. "Alright, they should have it done in just a second, let me go run this back there and-"

"Now, now before you go I want you to hear your horoscope," Rodger said, picking the paper up. "You're an Aries, right?"

"Yes, sir, but I don't really believe in those supersi-"

"Aries are going to have a good day today. They will be bountiful in their work, and they will be more connected with others today, especially with those with the Cancer and Capricorn signs,"

"That's great and all, but I should probably get back to work Mr. Rodger,"

"Six, I've been meaning to ask you. Have you been alright, hun? You've look dreadfully sick these past few days..."

"I'm fine, Mr. Rodger. You're not the first person to ask me that... do I look that bad?" she asked, bring her hand to her cheek.

"The bags under you eyes are worse then mine. Is there something wrong at home? Do you need a day off?"

Six gave a small smile to the elderly gentleman, shaking her head slightly. "No, sir. I've just being getting more and more tired. I'll be fine in a month or so.... or at least that's what Seven said," she whispered the last part.

"Is it the flu? Perhaps a slight fever, maybe? Is there a bun in the oven?" He asked, obviously persist with his questions. Six's grip tightened on the notepad in hand, nearly breaking the pen in her other.

Rodger caught on quickly, looking a bit shocked at the waitress. "There is?" he asked slowly.

"W-what? No, it's not that, it's just a cold, maybe, I-I-"

"Six, darling, I've seen that look before. My darling Maria had the same fear in her eyes... before she lost it..." he mumbled. "What I'm trying to say is, you take care of yourself. Don't let your mother get a hold of that baby and it's best if she never finds out."

"She already has..."

"Then do the first thing. Now go get me my pie please, I'm starving."

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Finished - Sept. 26th

Don't ask me who Maria is, cause it's a random name

Anyways, Two is gonna get a date, and I'm super excited cause 'Never Ever Getting Rid of Me' is a fun song

Hope you liked it!

Take care!