Kye rolled over in bed, still wearing his clothing from work. He hadn't bothered to change when he got home, had just fallen into bed really. He wasn't one to be so tired, but with school letting out just a few days ago and finals and work and the tourists starting to come in, well, his life was rather tiring right around now. Finally summer was here and he could go out more, hang out with the others, maybe try to find another better job.
Kye swept his legs over the side of his bed, sitting up and running a hand through his already messy hair. "First day of a real summer," He mumbles as he stands and goes to his bathroom. He was going to try to go to the beach this morning before coming back to get ready for the gathering tonight. He was taking off from work for a night and hoped it wouldn't effect anything.
Walking downstairs, wetsuit on, he passes his father who was passed out in the lounge chair he had stained with the evidence of his issues. He walks to the garage that holds the family's old jeep and Kye's board. He grabs the green surfboard and makes his way to the jeep. His father wouldn't notice it was gone until that night. He would need to ask Keo for a ride tonight, really just give him a call to pick him up, or any of the others, questions weren't usually asked.
He tucked his board in the back then climbed into the drivers seat. Kye drove slowly, savoring the fresh early morning air with the hint of salt in the air. He looks at the nearly empty beaches as he pulls into a parking lot by his house. He was happy he had a beach by his house, but was also bummed as the parking lot was always filled with tourists during the tourist season. He only drove because of the rocky road and the long winding path. At least with the jeep he could get down quickly without carrying everything by himself.
It didn't take long for him to park, grab his board, and paddle out to the waves. He felt so much better out in the water even if it didn't do much other than cool him off. It was cool already from the early morning, but it still was refreshing. He didn't surf so much as sit out there on the board, looking around and up at his house and around at the world that was good and bad. He frowned, why think such morbid thoughts when summer had finally arrived?
He smiled as he paddled back in, going to the house before he tucked the board in the garage, grabbed a change of clothes, and getting back in the jeep. He sighed as he pulled out of his driveway and headed towards work. He wondered briefly if his cousin, Keo, may or may not be up, probably not or at least with someone else, but still, it was better than just hanging out and doing nothing. His phone buzzed as he pulled up to a stoplight. Kye glances down to see the text from Keo, the luau as the subject. Maybe Keo was up then.
He would have to wait on people for the next couple of hours, occasionally suffering a group of particularly tacky and insulting tourists until he had done three hours worth and could leave. At a red light he managed to send a quick text back.I'll come over in a few hours around lunch.Kye drives quickly, almost maniacally in his rush and frustration. He parks down the street in an overgrown parking he's always parked in, grabbing his bag out of the back of the jeep as he jogs towards the restaurant, hating everything about the short run but the warming air of the day.
He ignores the looks the manager gives him as he slips into the back room that they provide for changing considering the ridiculousness of the work uniform. It's like the workers didn't look Hawaiian enough with their appearances and everything. He always though he looked like Elvis Presley on one of his Hawaiian movies.
Kye pulls the red flowered shirt on, white pants, and the lei, sitting for a moment on the bench between lockers before putting the rest of his stuff in the locker. He would have to suck it up so that he could keep things could, it wasn't a big deal, he just really didn't want to have to be there.
He plasters on a fake smile, clocks in, then heads out to the crowd coming in for early breakfasts. He takes a deep breath to keep himself calm as his boss comes up to him while he's putting in an order. "Hey, Kealoha, we're changing our approach to the tourists, so you think you could maybe play Ukulele?" He asks without really allowing room for argument.
He was a mainlander who moved to Hawaii last year, opening the tacky Hawaiian restaurants for the haole. He seemed to think that every Hawaiian was a firedancer or played the ukulele or surfed. Kye only surfed and therefore his boss though that he did everything else.
Kye shakes his head. "Sorry boss, Don't play Ukulele," Kye says with an apologetic shrug before grabbing the drinks ordered by his customers and heading to deliver them, thankful he avoided talking any more to his boss. After another two hours of the annoying customers and the odd requests that came his way occasionally such as does everything have pineapple?, or could you possibly grab one of those flower necklaces to my son? Surely you have tons. He didn't carry leis with him anywhere and he surely didn't think majority of the menu was made up of pineapple.
He clocks out as early as possible so he can keep his job (being on one of the bosses last straws already) before heading back to the jeep in his early morning clothing he planned to wear the rest of the day. He drove calmly, in a better mood than he had been at work. Getting up at 5:30 in the morning to surf and get ready for work at 7:00 only to clock out at 10:00 and get to Keo's house by 10:30 was tiring though he was sure he could catch a nap at Keo's whenever.
He pulled into the driveway of his aunt and uncle's and put the car in park, climbing out and heading to the door he opens it and slips in, waving slightly at his relatives in the kitchen before going to the counter. He wondered where Keo was but didn't ask, feeling fine just waiting for him to show his face in the kitchen, again or for the first time that morning. When Kye's aunt passed him a few slices of fruit in a bowl, Kye thanked her as he began to eat, staring out the window nearby.