vinyls

records

Ashton's POV:

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"Ugh" I reached over to turn off the alarm clock that read 6:30 a.m.

"Fuck" I was late for work again and my boss was gonna kill me, but he was crazy for thinking that a 18 year old was gonna wake up at ungodly hours on a Saturday so it was partially his fault. I had originally only gotten the job at the music store for the summer to make some extra money to save up for uni but I stayed with it because it wasn't all that bad.

I got out of bed and checked my phone to see if I had gotten any text's, which of course I didn't, so I sat it back down on my night stand and walked over to my bathroom.

After I was ridded of the clothes I slept in I turned on the hot water, and slipped behind the current feeling the water against my skin. Usually when I shower I spend most of my time thinking, instead of showering itself, but today I was running late so I had to hurry.

After I had gotten out of the shower I quickly dried off and walked to my closet. I quickly had decided on a pair of black skinny jeans, black vans and a flannel; I was pretty lucky that I didn't have a strict work uniform, considering all I had to wear was a name tag and for that I was forever grateful.

After I was all done I grabbed my keys and my phone, then I said goodbye to my mum and walked the two blocks it took me to get from my house to the little place I worked at.

As soon as I stepped in my boss was already nagging at me.

"Irwin your late." Fuck, He noticed.

"By three minutes, it's literally 7:03, cut me some slack!" I quickly defended myself.

"Ashton, you've been late for the past two weeks and Im seriously considering on letting you go. Your not reliable, your never on time, your always making excuses on why you can't come to work, and when you are here your not even doing your job!"

Shit, he was pissed.

"It won't happen again I promise." That was a lie.

"It better not, or I'm really gonna have to let you go. Well anyways, your on counter duty, so I'll leave you to it."

Now I was stuck here behind the counter doing absolutely nothing, and the store was empty; only containing me and my boss, but he was in his office in the back so I decided to busy myself on my phone. Around eleven or so I heard the chimes on the door ringing, then a minute later I heard someone clear there throat.

When I looked up I was met with the most beautiful eyes, and they completely mesmerized me. I looked at the owner of these amazing eyes and stood there just staring at him for a good five minutes. He was wearing these black doc martens, these black skinny jeans that made both his legs and his butt look really nice, a black sex pistols tank top, he had his hair died this vivid green that was styled like he didn't care but it was evident he spent a lot of time on it, and he had bracelets that went up to his elbows on both arms; but there was still that one thing that I was stuck on, his eyes.

"Ummm...." I quickly snapped out of the state I was in to realize that I was most definitely checking him out.

"Oh sorry, Can I help you?" Nice way to pull it off Ash.

"Yes you can actually, I've been looking for this specific vinyl for a while now, it's Dookie by Green Day, If you know who Green Day is...." The Boy trailed off, so he has an amazing taste in music, I like him.

"Of course I know who Green Day is, but we don't have that specific vinyl." I could see the disappointment in his face and my heart sunk. So I quickly came up with something.

"But I do own that Vinyl personally , If you would like to come over to my house later we can listen to it?"
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