911, WHAT'S YOU'RE EMERGENCY? [NEW STORY]

1 - Peaceful day in the shop.

I've always woken up next to the window that shows foggy streets often and the shore right past it. But today it wasn't so foggy, and the shore was calmer. Maybe today was going to be peaceful? Again?

I get insanely tired of all this peace. Sometimes I just want to excitement to show up, especially in my dating life. But that aspect of my life hasn't been exciting since prom at my small high school. Two fights broke out. One was with my best friend, Charlotte because she stepped on this girls dress. Usually it wouldn't be a big deal but she had beef with that girl and it was senior year so they were waiting for an opportunity to just break loose. Well things did break loose since the cops showed up and had to calm them down. The police already knew practically everyone in town so it wasn't that much of a big deal.

I smile as those thoughts fill my head, then taking a big breathe and sighing to start my day with.

I have to get up at six so I can open the shop by seven, usually students come by to browse on their way to school. No one usually buys anything though. Only middle-aged women who recently got divorced comes in. I suspect to add more spice to the life since they'll be sitting at home all day without having fight with anyone. To each their own I guess.

I step into the bathroom to see how bad my hair is from sleeping. Pretty good! My hair is a tad curly and goes down to the top of my chest and the middle to top of my back. Its dark brown but I added highlights a year or so back so some faded lighter color is mixed in a bit. My bra that's still on from yesterday has a strap loose falling off my shoulder and my old underwear that sags at the butt now is reminding me how I should treat myself every now and then to buying new clothes.

I turn on the shower and let it heat up for a bit before stepping in. I let the water run down me while I kind of just stand there. I have a shower cap on since my hair isn't greasy and it looks pretty for once. I grab body wash and my scrubby and wash my whole body. It really is a therapeutic experience when vanilla scents the air with hot water running down your back. I finish up, get dressed, and start walking to work.

It's a bit windy this morning so my dress is flowing up a bit too high for comfort, so I bunch up a bit in my fists to keep it at my side till I step inside the shop. I arrive just at 6:45 so I am able to have everything done by opening at seven.

The sun is coming up and smell of books really adds to the morning. This really is going to be a peaceful day.

-11:30 A.M.-

Im wiping down the counter when I hear a crash up against the side of the shop. What the fuck... could it have been a car? I rush outside to see and it was motorcycle on its side on the ground up against the shops brick walls. It honestly didn't do much to the building, the motorcycle is done for good. I see it hit the lamp post too so that may have been what took all the momentum. But where is the driver? Next thing I know as I think that is this tall man in a jacket and scuffed baggy black ripped jeans walking up next to me.

"Oh shit are you the owner?", he says looking down at me with a worried face. I am just in awe... How could he be okay after this? That's when I see his shoulder and side was bleeding through his gray sweatshirt jacket. Oh my god.

I look up at him worried, "We have to call 911! Jesus, look at you!", I basically yell at him. He smirks a bit and I just frantically run inside to get my phone and come back out to call 911.

He rides in an ambulance and someone comes to get his motorcycle, god I'm wondering if he is okay. I mean what happens to crash like that? No other car was around. I wonder how he guessed I was the owner, maybe my lanyard? I've never seen him around and this is a small town. He was pretty cute tho for just being in a wreck. Literally what am I thinking, am I that lonely to be thinking about a stranger who just got hurt? Do I have no heart? Maybe I should go up to the hospital to check on him... I mean it'd be a nice thing to do right? He seems new in town..

The day ends at five in the afternoon and I cannot stop thinking about him. Maybe because nothing happens in this small town besides holiday season which is luckily not far away. School is two months in and it is early October. It hasn't gotten chillier yet but it'll be in the 60s by next week.

Okay I'll check in on him.

I walk up the hill to the hospital which is also small, maybe the size of the elementary school. I see him walking out with his jacket in his hands and a white T-shirt hugging him tightly around his chest and sides... especially his biceps... Maybe he works out a lot? He is pretty fit and I bet he has abs. Anyways...

I walk up to him to ask him if he is okay but he talks first, "Look I'm sorry about you're store.. I really don't have any money so-", I cut him off, is that really what he is thinking? He didn't even make a scratch on the shop, "Oh no! You don't have to do anything haha... Just came to stop by to see if you were okay.".
"But you don't know me?", he says with a blank face. GOD YOU'RE SO STUPID OF COURSE HE WOULD THINK IT IS WEIRD YOU'RE DOING THIS.
"Oh haha well, that's kind of just a polite thing to do."
"Are you sure? We don't do anything like that where I'm from.". So he is out of town...
"Oh well here everyone knows everyone so maybe since you're new you aren't used to it but we do that here. We try to be nice.", I just smile and ramble.
"Oh okay.. well what's you're name?".
"Cindy, it's really old fashioned I know haha.", why do I keep laughing?
"Mines Rowan, and it's fine. Good to know someone here since I just moved then.". He just moved? And he already crashed? Talk about bad omens.
"Oh gosh that really sucks you crashed and you just moved. Where are you from?", is this too much information to ask about a stranger?
"Southern California.".
"Oh that is a long ways away coming to Oregon.", California? Explains his tan.
"Yeah well I am a big fish fan and it was a heat of the moment move so...", I was going to ask why but I don't want to overstep it.
"Well alrighty, haha I have to go now though but hope you'll heal well! Stop by the shop to come chat or buy something Rowan,", I say that as I smile and he nods his head saying "See you later.". Walking away first? Damn, talk about confidence. And his name sounds great when you say it.

His face keeps showing up in my head as I walk home. He has dark brown hair too, but its barely wavy. It's shirt and reminds me of a haircut from the 40's. In a good way. Very clean cut way. His skin is nice too, it's olive and I could see his tan lines. Maybe he went on the beach often?

I get kind of insecure thinking that, I am very pale and if I get too cold my fingernails turn blue. I bet his fingernails don't turn blue.

I arrive home and it's six-ish by now and I greet my dog waiting for me at the door. She's a german shepherd named Lucy, also an oldy name to make me feel good. Her tail wags and she spins in circles as I go to get her food to feed her. She is just so cute.

I make frozen dinner I can heat up in the microwave and pour a glass of sweet tea from the fridge and go one my phone to see texts from my best friend.

-girl I heard about the dude in the motorcycle, are you ok??
-yessss there was basically no damage on the shop and the man is okay too :)
-thank god, did you go off on him?
-nooo... i would've tho but he was bleeding
-what ? that's never stopped you? was he hot or smth?
-...
-bruh
-who cares it isnt like anyone was hurt
-sure sure, dont forget to eat dinner
-you sent a photo to 🍑Charlotte-

I send a pic of my frozen dinner and Lucy is basically nose to plate with my food.

-is that frozen dinner? y not make home dinners ik u have time
-too tired, will tomorrow
-fine fine, get some sleep then
-thanks i will<3
-<3

We stop texting. It is about seven now and I lied about being tired. I keep thinking about today... Should I out something cute on just in case he shows tomorrow? Maybe Charlotte was right, no big deal even if he is cute.

I fall asleep with lucy at my feet.

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Authors note-
tbh yall i have never been to oregon and idek if they have fishing docks there or like small towns with shores so lets imagine a bit for this story :D