Like Glass, Like Steel | vikkstar123 / craftbattleduty

| 12. Annoy, Silence |

| 12. Annoy, Silence |

"Hey, babe," Lachlan casually announced as he came up behind me.

"Hey, babe," I emphasized. He'd been calling me that lately which had really begun to piss me off.

"Oh, you're growing used to it now?" The blonde held is arms out, almost to say, 'Yes, I've finally done it, but I'm too cool to show it.' Yes, that exactly.

"Again, you wish," I spat, and flipped him off like old times.

I continued to walk down the bustling street; I had agreed to meet with Lachlan for some downtown shopping. I didn't know why he wanted to go, being that he was the one who asked me.

"So, what did you have in mind that you were looking for?" I sweetly asked, though the sad taste of kindness began to infiltrate my mouth. I kept my lips clamped to avoid trying to rid the putrid, foreign tang.

"I dont know, music maybe?" He suggested.

My heart jumped slightly at his offer. Like every other normal person, I enjoyed music, especially the genre I liked.

"Let's go in here," I gestured to the conveniently placed music store we were passing by.

The Australian shrugs with a smug look on his face, so I flipped him off before walking inside the small store.

A quiet bell rang out, disturbing the otherwise silent atmosphere. The place had little to no people--discluding the employees. Shelves of large, thin boxes lined the room in aisles, almost blocking out all the natural light.

"Wait, this is a--" Lachlan started before I cut him off with my hand.

"A record store? Yes, yes it is." I muttered to my companion. "Do you not have a player?"

With confused eyes, he slowly shook his head. I sighed and dropped my arm. "Well, you're missing out, buddy."

It was true; record players played back any music, though with character. The crackling that occured on some records soothed my stressful thoughts somehow.

I detached myself from Lachlan to browse my type of music. You could've call the genre I like: 'Alternative'. That pretty much meant anything including rock or punk. Seemed almost stereotypical based off the 'type' of person I am, but I personally couldn't have given two craps.

"Fall Out boy, huh?" I heard the familiar accent from beside me.

"What, do you?" I questioned Lachlan without ripping my eyes from the record in my hand. It was 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy.

"I--"

He was cut off by the store door abrptly opening and ringing the bell much more loudly than we did.

"I'm just going in here, Vi," the culprit called out with a British accent. I silently scoffed and rolled my eyes, still keeping my mouth shut.

"How does he almost manage to find me?" I muttered to myself. Lachlan looked at me peculiarly, and I shrunk under his stare; I didn't know he heard me.

"--us... us." I quickly corrected.

"Guys!" Vikk excalimed having spotted us from the end of the aisle. He quickly shuffled over to us, having only narrowly avoided fallen records at his feet.

"X," he specified, which caught my attention. He seemed out of breath when I examined further.

"I need your help with Vi," he explained.

"Be more specific, please," I said while I replaced the disc in my hand.

"She's so... so--"

"Annoying, big mouthed, irritating, whine-y?" I almost laughed at my made up word.

"Er..." Vikk continued, "I just need that favor now." He made it sound so... weird. I mean, I was only helping him with a girl.

"I don't see you two separated yet," I warned. Randomly, I felt as though I heard the door open once again, but I didn't think much of it--as long as it wasn't Vi.

"Whatever--"

"No. No buts."

"I wasn't 'but-ting'." He debated.

Swiftly, I picked a random record from the pile. Vikk needed to realize that Vi is not worth it. Yeah, I sound like a downright ass saying that, but it's true.

"Lachlan, should I get this one?" I absent mindedly said before looking up, expecting his presence.

But no.

Lachlan was gone.

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I don't want to change the storyline too dramatically... AGH