✧ runaway emo love story ✧

(2) hot as heel taco bell cashier

   The cashier looked like Brendon Urie or some shit. He had night-black hair tucked under a uniform cap and deep velvety chocolate eyes that I felt myself slowly getting sucked into, swimming in the depths of the optics. He had snake bites (holy fuck, take me now), and he was tall and paler than a sheet of copy paper.

   Long story short: he was hotter than satan's dick pit.

   The cashier raised a brow as I started to stumble over my words. "Erm, I-I'll just get a- uh- n-number seven," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and fluttering my lashes. I fidgeted with my plush tiger print wallet nervously as he rang up my order.

   "And what to drink?" he asked, voice monotonous and smoother than dark honey. I tried focusing on my words as I responded.

   "B-Baja Blast.."

   "Will that be all?" Brendon Urie's lookalike glanced up from the touchscreen behind the counter to stare at me, awaiting a response. I nodded, and he hummed, tapping a few more buttons on the screen. "Okay, cash or card?"

   I fumbled for my TD Bank™︎ card and handed it to the cashier, who took and swiped it himself despite the self insert card reader facing me. He handed it back to me along with the receipt. "If you don't mind me asking," he began, "you look like hell. Something wrong?"

   I locked eyes with the cashier before hurriedly putting my debit card away. "It's.. it's kind of complicated," I replied, putting my wallet away (which had a plush tiger print and fuzzy heart keychains, by the way) and standing tall. "I won't put a cashier through my whole life story."

   The cashier shrugged. "I got time," he offered, gesturing to the dead dining area. "No one's out getting Taco Bell unless they're high out of their minds and going through the drive thru. I get off in fifteen minutes too- if you can keep your life story within that time." The cashier flashed the tiniest of half smiles, turning my knees to jelly.

   "I don't even know your name," I pointed out.

   "It's Draco," the cashier replied. (author: he's not draco malfoy but the harry potter series is pretty sexy- except jk rowling she can suck my dick- i'm a ravenclaw) "Make you feel better?"

   I couldn't help but smile at that. "I'm Raven," I answered, "and.. sure. If you really wanna know, then I'm running away from home. Abusive disapproving mom n' whatnot.."

   Draco frowned at this. "And that backpack's all the stuff you got?" he asked. "You staying at a friend's?"

   I bit my lip and shook my head no. "I don't have any friends," I admitted. "My high school was nothing more than a bunch of preppy batshit bitches. All my actual friends are online or too far away to actually help me.."

   Draco stared at me for a little bit. "Man, you need someplace to stay," he pointed out, to which I stiffened and nodded. Before he could talk more, one of his coworkers spawned behind him with a tray containing my food and empty fountain cup. I took it and thanked them.

   "Thanks for listening to me, I guess," I said, nodding to the hot ass Taco Bell cashier before wandering over to a table to dig in. I grabbed my cup and hopped over to the fountain to fill up my cup with some delectable orgasm-inducing Baja Blast when Draco approached me. I looked at him and lifted a brow.

   "Hey, so um.." Draco suddenly looked a little shy, and I couldn't help but find his timid face adorable in that moment, "I was thinking about what you said, and I wanted to try and help out. Would you wanna stay with me until you get your own place?"

   I almost dropped my beloved cup in shock.