Over The Moon

3.

it's been a week since i hung with vince in his car after the performance. i miss his energy like crazy. ever since that night i couldn't keep my mind from wandering to him and his led zeppelin hair.

i lit a couple incense around the shop to give it a more calming vibe. Led Zeppelin 'you shook me' playing in the background. it's just me in the shop today, i gave everyone thursday off because it's usually slow on thursdays and i wouldn't need that much help.

as i'm skimming through the pages of to kill a mockingbird, my favorite book, the door bell chimed indicating someone is coming inside the store. i look up to see vince lanky self walk through the door. today he's wearing his hair in a ponytail to the back , a ramones band muscle t shirt, ripped jeans and his infamous boots.

"well hello there stranger, how'd you find me." i asked, genuinely wondering how did he find me because i never gave him my number.

"well, u mentioned u owned a record store downtown so it wasn't hard to find a record store in the middle of downtown." he says with a sly smirk on his face.

rolling my eyes i gave him a sly smirk back. "well, do you have any interest in purchasing a record today?"

"sure, what's ur favorite album?" vince asks looking me in my eye. he made his way over to the counter where i'm sitting, leaning over on his propped elbow so now we're only inches away from each other. i hate to admit that i missed him. but how, why. we only hung once and all we did was smoke a joint and talked for hours...

maybe that's why.

not sleeping with him the first night and actually have someone enjoy your company without thinking sex will be involved.

"my favorite album is rubber soul."

grinning he sits up and walks over to the vinyls staying there for a few seconds scanning the albums, "i never pegged you as a beatles girl."

"never judge a book by its cover," i responded with a smile. he chuckles getting closer to the "B" section of vinyls and finds what he's looking for. walking back over to the counter, rubber soul in his hand and puts it down while staring me in my eyes.

he leans in , inches away from my lips and i hitch a breath not moving an inch to see what he does.

what is this kid doing, he's making me go crazy.

i pull away from this thick ass tension and ring him up. "uh it's gonna be $22.34." he reached into his wallet chuckling, bringing out a twenty and ten dollar bill and hands it to me.

"you know you're really beautiful when you act all nervous and not tough," vince said. "we should you know hang some more, listen to music. you can come by my loft tonight around 8 and hear what i've been working on... if you're interested."

he's inviting me to spend time with him again, he must've felt the connection too. or he could be another fuck boy. either way what could i lose. "maybe i'll think about it. where do you stay?"

"right up sunset boulevard, not far from the art museum."

"if i were to say yes to this... time with you. what do i get from this ," i ask putting my elbow , handing his record to him.

"a good time." he winked at me. what a douche.

he grabs the sticky note pad and a sharpie and proceeds to write down what i presume to be his number and address.

"i hope you know that i'm not looking for any kinda of connection or relationship of the sort," i told him straight to the point. i don't need anyone falling for me and i can't afford falling for anyone.

"why not? i want you chris, you're like the perfect girl."

what the hell. this guys is psycho, he's literally only known me for a week. taken aback i didn't reply to his statement to which he proceeds with "i always get what i want." then puts the sharpie written sticky note on top of my phone.

"i will be expecting u, call if u need a ride."

and with that he was out the door. the nerve this guy has. this sexy , muscular, musically talented g-

god damn it, get it together chris.

should i really go? i mean why should i turn down sex. but his intentions to make me his is outrageous.

~~~

i locked the door to my shop as it's closing time and bring down the security gate. my phone starts buzzing and the certain ringtone started playing signifying it's tony.

with my free hand i pick up instantly. "hey bitch," i addressed him accordingly.

"hey slut, what you doing tonight. me and this girl i met are going to this show to support one of my friends, you should bring that cute guitarist you left us for that night."

"haha, unfortunately it was a low-key busy day and i am very tired. i'll just go home tonight." i lied.

he boo'd me from the other line and informs me of how i'm such a bore then hangs up in my face. i know i shouldn't have lied but i kind of didn't want to hang with anyone beside vince. i can't stop thinking about the bastard.

sitting in my car i look at the sticky note vince gave me. contemplating whether i should go or not.

is the universe testing me in some way. what's going on.

hmm.

i can't believe i'm doing this but i think im going to take up his offer. i always do this to myself. get myself into situations i can't handle. but fuck it. you only live once.