Downpour

Chapter 1

The suns rays were putting a lot of strain on my light brown eyes. I might actually get tan for once! As a Cali native, I grew up around the sun and being surrounded by heat. But I just moved to Seattle yesterday. Of course among the hottest days of the year. I make my way around the city, in it's most gorgeous and slum corners. I wanted to know every inch of this city. I got hungry while I was out adventuring and decided to stop at a corner store. Outside of the door stood one of the most intoxicatingly beautiful men I've ever seen. His eyes immediately locked on to mine as he took a long drag from his perfectly rolled joint. I began to feen on something more than chronic.
I gave him a noticeable look-over before I went inside to store to purchase a packet of Skittles. As I walked outside, the beautiful man looked me up and down once more before letting me shimmy my way down the street in my little shorts. I gave him a small glance before rounding the corner.

Who was he?

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If California's weather had a dial for how bi-polar it can be, it would be a solid 6/10. Seattle is a cool 12/10. More extreme fluctuations in the weather. Just yesterday, it was in the 90's. But now, it's pouring rain and absolutely freezing. I bundled up and twisted on my rain boots before heading out the door with an umbrella. I made my way back to the convenience store where I saw pretty boy the day prior. I got there with no Hercules in sight. I wrung my umbrella and plopped it on the floor by the entrance. I walked inside with a squeak of my boots and a ring from the door, and locked eyes once again. Coupled with a familiar smell.
He was sitting alone behind the register, surrounded by his Absolem-esque clouds of smoke, originating from a half-smoked blunt.
I held his gaze until I walked out of sight behind a rack. I slowly grabbed a bag of Skittles and a bottle of soda (forgetting why I even came to the store in the first place). I made my way over slowly to the register. After a few seconds of staring until I actually made it to the counter, he parts his lips, and in a symphony of decibels, asks "how are you miss? Staying warm this evening?" He smirks with the blunt still clinging to his lips.
"I'm doing great. Could be a little better though." I say with a tiny hint of puppy face.
"How's that?" He asked, scanning my items extra slow.
"Well I have no company and no chronic. Seems like you've solved one of those two problems yourself." I say smirking. I want him so badly. I have to have him.
"Well I can solve both of them for both of us." He says, flashing a bright smile that shot electricity throughout my bones.
"How can you make that happen?" I flashed my own smile.
He just smirked and scribbled on my receipt.
"I clock out at 10." He handed me the receipt, folded slightly, but not creased.
I gave him one last look and a smile before walking out of the store, unleashing my umbrella. I glanced down at the receipt and I decoded the writing to read a phone number.

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I looked at my clock. "10:04 pm" it read.
My cellphone in hand, I've had a new but empty message vacating the screen for 10 minutes. Should I send him a message? What if he changed his mind? What if he's just playing a prank and this isn't really his number?
Fuck it, I might as well take the chance. I have to know him.
'Hey. Was looking for some company. For me, and my lungs. Could you help with that? -convenience store girl'
I hit send before giving myself a chance to debate on going through with it.
Within a few minutes, I got a reply 'Hey convenience store girl. Got a name for yourself?'
I bit a little on my thumb, and typed out 'Saya. What's yours?'
This reply came a little faster this time. 'Aaron. Where are you? I can come by'
A guy who doesn't text-speak. I like that.
I sent him my address without considering the fact that I know nothing about this guy. And before I could even plunder into any possibilities, my door was being knocked on.
I glanced through the peephole to see him standing there, in all his glory.
He gave me an award winning smile while entering through the doorway. I put my hand in front of me to shake his. He looks at me with a smirk "really formal, I see." He says with a lighthearted chuckle.
I smile back and say "Saya. Aaron, right?" I asked.
"That's right." He holds up a hand that carried a plastic bag weight down by sharp corners.
"Do you like Stella?"
"Every so often." I say. Stella is my favourite beer.

End

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Hey guys so this is kind of a side project to my Jesse Pinkman fanfic. Comments are always encouraged. Not sure how many people are even gunna read this, but I'll post it anyway. This story is going to be unfiltered. Course language will be used, as well as drug references and I won't shy away from sex either. Just keep that in mind (: it's all for the purpose of creative writing and uplifting my imagination!
Thanks for reading!