chapter 1

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It's quiet... too quiet. 

My eyes open, the harsh sun stinging them. I glance over at the clock, 9:00 am it reads

"SHIT!" I exclaim. The one day that Keith leaves me to open the store my alarm doesn't go off, just my luck. After what has to be the quickest that I've gotten ready I race downstairs to my kitchen, still carrying my shoes and makeup bag. 

"Late to work I assume?" my mom questions while looking up from the TV. 

"Not late, but if you lecture me I might be" I answer, a smile escaping my mouth despite my effort to be serious. 

"Hey, it's not my job to lose, just make sure to take something to eat for breakfast." She opened the fridge and took out a banana and some juice, handing both to me.

"okay now I really have to go, love you!" 

I rush out the door and into my car, jetting out the driveway. I can't decide to be mad or happy that I'm getting red light after red light, but I decide on the latter since I still need to do my makeup. There are days that you look full glam and then there are days that you do the bare minimum, and today it's going to be the bare minimum. Luckily It's a Tuesday which means that the majority of the people visiting Family Video today are A) mom's with their kids, B) middle schoolers with nothing better to do, or C) The elderly couples who comes in to do their weekly rentals. My point is, if there was a perfect day to look like shit, today is the day. 

I finally pull into the parking lot and to my delight no one is waiting outside, so technically it's not being late if no one knows.

I walk into the store and sprint to the stereo, the best part of working alone is being able to play whatever you want out loud. After putting in the mixtape that my best friend Isabelle made me, the glorious sound of Abba starts to play, damn she really does have great taste.

I'm working in the back when I hear a ring from the front counter, "Coming!" I answer.

As soon as I walk back into the front I'm met with no other than the girl of my dreams, Robin Buckley.

"Um, hi" I force out, hoping that she doesn't pick up on my nervousness.

"Hi, I'm Robin" she answers, "Natalie, right?"

OH MY GOD she remembered my name! Who am I kidding, of course she remembers my name I basically visited scoops everyday the past few month before the Mall burned down. "Well I mean last time I checked it was" I say, still trying to play it cool.

She smiles, propping her head on her hand, "head over heels, I dig it."

"Wh-what?" I ask, slightly confused."

"The song that's playing, head over heels" she responds, gesturing towards the stereo

Damn I'm really making a fool out of myself today, "Ohhh yea, it's actually one of my favorites."

She looked at me briefly before beginning to sing along

"something happens and I'm head over heels                                                       I never find out till I'm head over heels,"

I join in "something happens and I'm head over heels                                     Ah, Don't take my heart, don't break my heart                                                       Don't, don't, don't throw it away"

I look up at her and we both begin to laugh, but the moment is cut short when Steve begins to clap from the corner of the store.

"Wow Garcia, I didn't know you had the voice of an angel," Steve says, shooting me a mischievous grin

"Well Harrington I didn't know that you could wakeup before noon," I said quickly "I guess the world is full of surprises." 

From the corner of my eye I see robin let out a laugh

"Ouch, I don't think that's anyway to treat new hires." He says while crossing his arms.

"New hires?" I question 

"Yea, Steve And I are starting today." Robin answers

Oh no, this can't be possible. There is no way I can work with the Robin Buckley without losing my cool.

"I'm just messing with you guys!" I stutter out, "Of course Keith told me about me training you."

I swear to God when Keith comes back I'm going to kill him.

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Author's Note: Okay so how do we feel about the first chapter? 

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