The One for Me

Chapter 3: The Boy in the Store

MICKEY
I woke up on the couch, with a beer in my hand, and a ciggie in the other. Fuck. I was hungover. I expected to see my dad on the ground, but he was gone. Ugh, probably at the Alibi, getting drunk, even though it's only 8 in the morning. I struggled to get up, but I somehow managed. I got up, and I got a beer out of the fridge. I threw on the first jacket I saw and headed out the door. What the fuck am I doing with my life. I really got a beer as soon as I fucking woke up, as well as being a tiny bit hungover? Ugh, all though this was probably the best it was gonna get for me.

I turned down a certain street, and I saw Kash and Grab. This was finally my chance. That motherfucker really thought I wouldn't remember what he done to me. How he ratted me out. Well it was finally my time to beat the shit out of him. Except, well I'd do it slowly. First, trash the store, secondly, steal his shit, thirdly, beat the shit out of him, and lastly, ruin his life forever. I cannot wait.

I reached the front of the door, with my gun loaded, just in case. I chuckled to myself, thinking about the look on his face when he'd see me in there. I could taste victory, and I loved it. I kicked the door open, but instead to find Kash and the counter, I saw something else. A boy, about 5'9, red hair, and so many goddam freckles. Woah, I never thought I'd ever see a more gorgeous person. We locked eyes, I was frozen. He was so- SHIT. I am NOT falling for this kid. I walked away from the door, into the aisles, and started knocking everything off the shelves. It was so fucking funny honestly. Kash just stood there, with a scared pussy face. My plan was actually forming, but that little red head kid walked towards me. Okay, he really wants to start shit. "What the hells your problem bro?" He yells at me. Not gonna lie, he was so fucking hot when he was angry, but I couldn't show that. "What the fuck is your problem you little shit?" I looked at him, laughing in this dicks freckled face. "Get the fuck out." This kid really thought he was scaring me. It was fucking hilarious. "Or what?" I say.
"Or I'll do it myself."
"Go on then. I'm right here motherfucker!" I scream at him. He suddenly grabbed me by the shirt, and punched me right in the face. Shit! The kids got a good hook on him, but I wouldn't let it go. I was fired up, and I was ready to kill this motherfucker. I pushed him hard enough to make him fall over. I got on top of him, and started beating the shit out of him. I punched 5-6 times, and he was bleeding. Badly. Shit, I think I hurt him, but I just couldn't stop. "Fuck you!" I yell at him, but I felt my arms get pulled behind me. Kash had pulled me off for fuck sakes. I was ready to kill this kid, but Kash got in the fucking way. He pushed me away. "Get the hell out Mickey." I looked at him, laughed, and strutted out.

Although I had just gotten into a fight with this random kid, I couldn't get him out of my head. His freckles, his eyes, they were actually really cute. He was so cute when he was angry, his whole face going red with anger. It was hilarious, and I loved it. I walked back to my house, with too many thoughts scrambling through my mind about this kid. Wait, did I like this kid?