" Beep, beep, beep...", your alarm goes off. You roll around in bed, wandering your hands aimlessly looking for your phone. You finally find it and turn off the loud beeping sound. You rub your still half-asleep eyes to see a text from your co-worker. " Hey, seems like my son's caught a cold, can't come in later, can you take over my shift?" you read. " fuckk." you thought. You worked at Sally's hair supply store and thought you were finally going to get the break you deserved today. You sigh and get out of bed, starting to get ready. You pick out some brown cargo pants with tan stitching and a old Queen t-shirt you stole from your dad in highschool. You quickly brush your golden locs and grab your bag, realizing your late.
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You pull up to work, and do a small touch-up in the car before locking it and entering the store. Its 6am, barely light outside and the parking lot is empty. You set your bag in the back-room and get yourself set-up at the first clerk. Before you even get a chance to check the money, you see what supposedly is a shortish man with a creeper hoodie fully zipped up storm into the store. You were to startled to even greet him, so you just sat there and watched as he sprinted to the permanent hair-dye section. A few minutes go by, and he runs back dropping about 12 boxes of artic fox candy orange onto the counter. You start to scan the items as you hear his foot tap impatiently. " So how's your day been so far sir?" you mumbled trying to avoid eye contact. " It could have been better." he answered back. The voice sounded familiar. A little too familiar. " Your total will be 112.45$ " you say bagging his items. He rumages in his pockets and hands you the money. You pick up the bag going to hand it to him, " Here you g-"
" OI WHERES MY RECIEPT I PAYED GOOD DUBLOONS FOR THUS" he says cutting you off with a thick British accent. You look up to see bright orange hair, looked as if it was cotton candy from the fair. His fat little fucking face made your budussy start beating impatiently. it was, ED SHEERAN?!? You step back a little in shock. " I SAID WHERES MY RECIEPT QUEER" he yells. " O-oh I'm so sorry dadd- I mean sir, give me a moment" You quickly rip the recipient from the printer and look up to see him smirking. " well butter my biscuits and call me purty, your the cutest little sausage I've seen around this ranch." Your face turns red as you hand him the receipt, to flustered to even speak. He wins a pen out his pocket and writes something on the receipt. " My telephone number." he says. Wow his green eyes were so fucking huge he looked like a cute little monkey. Before you can even say a word back, he grabs his bag and jogs out the store. You sit there in silence, questioning your existence.
