ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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"He's a good boy, Maya. He just gets worked up and has a hard time handling his emotions sometimes. He unfortunately gets it from his father so I know it can be hard sometimes."
Elliot's mother Stephanie, we call her Steph, has not stopped talking about the disagreement Elliot and I had yesterday when we spoke on the phone since I got here this morning.
I've tried walking away but she just follows close behind me, talking over the music I had played just to tune her voice out. At one point I even agreed that I was in the wrong just so she'd leave me alone, but apparently that wasn't good enough because she's still repeating herself and harassing me about the entire thing.
I'm not sure why he told her in the first place. If anything I should be the one upset, yet here she is standing in front of me trying to make me feel guilty when I'm supposed to be working. But then again I guess that's my fault for getting a job with his mom. She's always getting involved somehow.
"He's in California to get an education, that way the two of you can have a future together. He's missed out on so much all because he wants what's best for you." She flips it onto me, once again blaming me for Elliot's choice in leaving the state to go to school, even though I was the one that asked him to stay. "I'm worried about all of these arguments he keeps telling me about."
I walk to the front of the shop with her following behind me. Pulling out a cardboard box from underneath the desk, I set it down on the counter before tearing it open. "I understand your concern, and I appreciate it, but Elliot and I are doing okay. We just had a small disagreement but I've moved on from it." I tell her, pulling the new records out from inside of the box.
"It's not just about you Maya. I'm not sure he's moved on from it." She states, my eyes fighting the urge to roll back, but luckily for me, the bell rings as someone walks in before I got the chance to say something I'd probably regret. "How about you go put those on the shelves for me. I'll take care of the register." She pushes the box closer to my chest.
Forcing a smile on my face, I nod my head once and lift the box off of the counter, walking back toward the shelves on the other side of the building so I could stock them. My smile fades as I walk away, listening to her speak to a customer as I tug my headphones out of my crossbody bag which sits on the table outside of the back office.
It's not long before I'm plugging them into my cassette player, placing the tape Elliot made me for our one year anniversary a few months ago into it. I then sit down on the floor, organizing the records in piles as the music blasts in my ears, drowning out the mumbles of the people at the front of the store.
