Short Order Cook

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He hates it.  From the noise to the brightness to the level of prettiness, this school is absolutely the worst he's ever been at.  And he's been at some pretty fucking bad ones.  Mom moves him around a lot.  He gets into trouble and sometimes it's just easier to get a job at another hospital and take her son away before he gets a wrap sheet for the

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"Yeah, that's one of my options. Hobo, grease slinger or comedian. Sort of the same pay and each one stinks." Was that a grin rather than the usual scowl? Maybe. It was hard to tell when Luke was grinning to be a douche or when he was actually amused at something.

Shoving aside the plate, his eyes sort of crossed on the first paragraph.

"Uh... Paulo goes...went..to the fuck it." Back to eating then. "Fuck all of it." His shoulders hunched. He was frustrated. He felt stupid. Luke knew he wasn't, he just had absolutely no motivation. "Why does anyone give a fuck about Spanish? Learn our language, Mexico!"

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The 'basics' ended up being right back to pronunciation. Luke wasn't an idiot, he just didn't pay attention. How he managed to get far enough in his high school Spanish career spoke only of how truly wonderful the public school system of America was in letting kids fall through the cracks.

Or, more likely, how good Luke had been at cheating up until that point.

He picked up the lessons quickly, he already knew all of the curse words, but the task seemed almost impossible. He ought to have had two years of the language under his belt and he knew what approximated to nothing.

At least he was honestly trying by that point, and trying harder when he realized he wasn't actually all that bad at it.

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Luke rubbed the heel of one hand against his eye, wrist turning lightly before he got up to get himself something to drink. Usually he cleaned up dinner and put the rest in the over for his mom, but with Kurt here, he had no idea if that would give the other boy ideas about how not-so-jerky he could be.

"Play video games, really. You might break a nail though."

That might have been the first time he's strung two English sentences together without a single curse word. Not to just work on the rudeness.

"Admit it, you just wanna get to my bedroom."

Really work on the rudeness.

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Kurt didn't really get offended easily. Luke wasn't cutting down on the insults, even when the kid was helping him, but the other boy seemed almost immune. It was more amusing than distressing.

"Brave huh? All right, fine. And like I fucking care if you come upstairs." They already had an understanding that neither was interested in the other. Luke was a lot of things, but he wasn't homophobic. He just didn't like people, no matter who they happened to be.

His room wasn't too bad. There were clothes all over the place, but it didn't smell bad and there wasn't food or groddy plates left his dresser or night stand. Luke dropped into his bed and chucked a controller at Kurt.

"Half-Life. Don't pussy out on me."

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Gears of War? Seriously? Luke had this kid all wrong and that made him smirk and throw a cap to a water bottle at the back of his head. "Put that in instead, second shelf, right by your stupid girly sock...yeah, there."

Luke turned and laid on his stomach facing the foot of the bed, getting comfortable to school Kurt. Maybe the kid was just naming the new popular thing, maybe he knew his shit. Luke was hoping for the latter.

He'd never be friends with anyone like Kurt (or anyone, period), but it was sort of nice to find he something in common with his tutor.

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"Holy shit, dude!" Kurt had just killed him for the third time and he was laughing, almost beside himself. He'd climbed down off of his bed before the last set and sat next to the other boy without even realizing he was doing it, or maybe just not one of those lame asses at school that were afraid of catching 'the gay'.

He immediately put them online and shoved a spare headset into Kurt's hands.

"Okay, when you kill em and are done teabagging, you have to say something super gay. It'll piss them the fuck off!" Well just because he didn't care didn't mean he was sensative!

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Kurt wasn't cool, he wasn't anyone that Luke wanted to be friends with on the long term, but after this, he wasn't adverse to the idea of this guy hanging around sometimes. Luke didn't usually get along with anyone, usually purposefully.

But this...well. This was pretty nice for an afternoon. Having someone better than him at games he was fucking awesome at go at other dickward on the internet and bad mouth them after?

Maybe Luke just needed to get some friends. It mellowed him out.

And actually made him personable. "Want ice cream? Or my mom has that fat free frozen yogurt stuff."