Cashier x Gender neutral reader fanfic. (GASA4)

11 AM.

You wake up 6 hours later.

Turning your head towards the blinking digital clock, it was 11 AM.

Sitting up, you feel your head is heavy. Maybe you should've just went to sleep instead of getting a snack- worse, going to a nearby convenience store just for one. Although, having a good breakfast was.. a good tradeoff. It was worth it.. Probably. You hope.

You move your shoulders around, relaxing them and lightly massaging them before getting out of bed. 

You rub your eyes, ridding of any dirt before turning off the digital clock's alarm and opening the door, heading outside. Your dad was in the living room, watching football, noticing you wake up just now.

"Hey. We're out of groceries. Check in with the nearby store later."

Not even a chance to say no. You know authority. You're used to it.

Sighing, you immediately head out. you want this done as soon as possible- and of course, you don't forget to bring money.

How bland this life is.

You continue to head through the streets, eventually reaching back to the convenience store. And as a coincidence, you've arrived by the same time the Cashier was just heading back from his break.

He walks through the doors, the small bell ringing and back behind the counter- taking a seat upon a small plastic chair. They didn't even notice you.

You enter back in. Looking around, it's quite noticeable- they restocked over morning. Hm."Welcome back." The cashier greets, recognizing you from 6 hours prior.

You wave back to the stranger, heading into an isle and grabbing a few things. Cooking oil.. Dishwashing soap.. That kind of jazz. Wax... Beer. You sigh, staring at what is.. Your father's pastime.

You walk back after placing everything in a plastic bag, placing it on the counter as the cashier began to scan each one of them.

"You don't look like a drinker." He comments, shrugging after seeing the beer. He'd also seen you stare at it earlier. What was he supposed to do? Stare at his break timer until he turns crusty?

"Its my dad's." You respond, still rather tired. You're not completely awake yet, but you're awake enough to do things.

"Sounds sad." He responds, placing the last time back into the bag.

"9.45. Oddly specific." He comments again as you rummage through your cash, handing it over."Thanks for your patronage." He spoke again, staring off as you walked back out with a ring.

The sun is blazing. You feel hot. The walk back seems almost criminal due to the tropical temperatures. It was damn cold last night- whys it so hot now? Perhaps its because its NOON, you moron.

You enter the back into the house, placing the plastic bag upon the kitchen counter and being ignored entirely by your dad.

You place the dish washing soap near the sink, the floor wax on a nearby wall mounted cabinet, the beer in the fridge, etc.

You begrudgingly walk back into your room, closing the door and sitting down on the bed.It's simply you, your thoughts, and the birds outside-

Damn well you know this sucks. Maybe you were supposed to get somewhere else in life. Maybe you'd have your own home now. An apartment.

Nope, but here you are- unemployed and miserable, mid college vacation.You turn your head to look at the open window.

Despite being so miserable, you know something good will happen. This story is revolved around you.

You.

Perhaps that cashier would make a good friend.Maybe you won't be as miserable. Someday. Not now.

A return to the convenience store is still likely. You have a lot of things to prepare.Don't worry. Everything will go well. but will it? What if it doesn't? What will you do then? What if you couldn't provide for yourself? Ah, these thoughts- how intrusive. Maybe throwing them out would be a good option. If only it were that easy.

...

You snap back to reality. You're not going to get anywhere like this. Maybe you should befriend the only other person you see around, after all. That cashier. Maybe a few more meetings, then you'll start to talk more.

Hang out sometime maybe? He seems like a cool dude. That is, if he's not so focused on his job. Maybe you could join him for a shift rotation. That.. Sounds good. Maybe you can make money on the sidelines now. You won't be unemployed, atleast.

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