⇢ ˗ˏˋ $𝟓.𝟔𝟕, 𝐬𝐢𝐫 ࿐ྂ

$5.67, sir

K⃟R⃟L⃟

It was odd; the rich girl who wore clean pressed skirts and baby pink translucent lip gloss dating the all-black wearing pothead skater with painted nails, that is.

Y/N would always chew on her flavourful bubblegum and hold Karl's hand with one of her own while the other gripped her phone to text her group chat as her boyfriend messed around with his friends at the skatepark.

To outsiders, the couple were polar opposites. What they didn't know was that Y/N loved to skateboard and Karl was enamoured with his girlfriend's wide selection of nail polish. Of course, they loved each other beyond those small common interests, but those factors were definitely a plus.

Whenever Karl had a shift at the gas station he worked for, Y/N was right there to help and keep him company, no matter the weather or promised obligations. The two were inseparable; where one went, the other was sure to follow.

"If you drink anymore Monsters you're gonna have a heart attack and die," Y/N glared at her boyfriend, eyes averting from the opened girls' group chat on her phone.

"You're getting on my case about Monster when you have an addiction to iced coffee?" Karl shot back, a quizzical look on his face as he got up to throw the empty can into a nearby garbage disposal.

"Touché," the girl sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket, accepting defeat.

"Hey, can you check how many more Coke cans we have? I need to make sure I don't have to refill the stock in the fridge tonight," Karl yawned and played around with a pen on the countertop.

"Sure. Just original Coke cans or flavoured ones too?" Y/N shot back as she walked to the back of the store.

"Just original!"

Taking that information, Y/N opened the large glass door to the refrigerator and counted how many Coke cans were left. 25 wasn't bad for a busy day, but it was the evening now and the turnout was lesser.

"25, on the dot!" Y/N called to her boyfriend before running through the store so she could smile up at him. She only frowned when she saw his smudged eyeliner, an unimpressed tut slipping past her lips. "Stop rubbing your eyes, dummy."

Reaching into her small white Balenciaga handbag, she pulled out the eyeliner she always carried on her for Karl's sake. The girl leaned over the counter and held his head still with one hand, the other moving to fix his makeup.

Karl's eyes stared at his girlfriend's face, adoration present in his gaze as he studied her features. Although they were only 18, they knew they were in love and most likely going to get married one day.

"There, I fixed it," the girl grinned and slipped the makeup back into her bag before closing it with a soft sigh.

"What would I do without you?" Karl mused dreamily.

"Look like a goddamn mess. Seriously, why don't you let me buy more clothes and shoes for you?" Y/N frowned, knowing this conversation was probably going to end in the same place it always did.

"Because I don't want people to think I'm using you for money, and I don't want to take your money," Karl sighed and looked out the window to his left.

"But you aren't using me, and it isn't even my money!"

"I know. It's daddy's," Karl scoffed and rolled his eyes at the name his girlfriend called her father.

"I just want to spoil you. Is that too much to ask?" Y/N pleaded with a pout.

"Fine. We can go shopping this weekend. But no spending over $250, okay?" Karl finally caved with a groan.

"YAY! THOUSAND DOLLAR SHOPPING SPREE!" Y/N giddily jumped up and down, rambling about getting him a new skateboard, shoes, and a nail polish collection like hers. Karl couldn't help but smile at Y/N's excited nature.

"Alright, inside voices. Shouldn't you be leaving now anyway? It's getting really late and I know your dad doesn't like you staying out past dark," Karl reminded his girlfriend, scared to imprint more of a bad impression of himself on her dad.

"It's fine, he knows I'm here. You can drive me home when your shift is done, right?" Y/N looked over after reapplying a new layer of lipgloss.

"Yeah, that's cool with me," he nodded, taking in his gorgeous girl with a smile.

The chime of the door opening dragged the teens' eyes over to the entrance, neutrality gracing their expressions. An older man walked in and made a beeline for the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Pepsi before going over to the coffee machine.

Regulars knew that the machine was hard to operate, so Y/N being the proactive girlfriend and people person she was, she waltzed over and started chatting to the man so she could help. What she didn't expect was for him to try and further their conversation.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here? Surely you can't work in this shitty place," the trucker chuckled and dragged his eyes over her body, the skirt that barely touched mid-thigh piquing his interest.

"I don't, I'm here to keep my boyfriend awake," Y/N faked a laugh, her sarcastic smile holding back a glare.

"I could sure use you on my late night drives, bet you could keep me awake real good," he leaned forward a little and forgot all about the now-finished brew.

Karl overheard the conversation and decided he had enough, walking over so he could throw a punch at the older man. He was pleasantly surprised to see his girlfriend already handling the creep in a much better way.

"Do you know who my father is? I bet he fucking owns you; your stupid little company and your worthless little life. I could give him a simple description and the truck you drive and you'd have to move countries. Watch your fucking mouth before talking to a L/N," the teen glared and walked back to Karl's side, slipping behind the counter.

The girl left a sour taste in the trucker's mouth as he cleared his throat and picked up his coffee, heading to the counter with his head bowed in embarrassment. Never in his life had he ever been talked to like that, especially by such a young girl.

"That'll be $5.67, sir!" Karl said with a proud grin, turning to kiss his girlfriend on the cheek gingerly.