Cashier x Gender neutral reader fanfic. (GASA4)

Good day.

Beep! Beep!

The bright shine of the morning sun penetrated the windows of your otherwise dark room.

Grumbling and opening your eyes, you slowly sit up. Rubbing your eyes, you look toward the digital clock on your bedside. 

It's 8 in the morning. Finally, for once, you had a good sleep. Maybe the rest of the day'd be good as well?

Pressing a button and shutting the clock up, you then stood up. You're really going for that job, huh. Whatever- anything works. 

You head out of your room, the door creaking open, before heading into the bathroom and closing the door.

Looking into the mirror and at yourself, you take a good look before turning on the faucet and letting the water run through your fingers, leaning down and washing your face- especially your eyes.

You rub your eyes once again, your perception much better now- the feeling of being awake completely. 

Today's the day. You're going to try to get a job- more likely in the nearby convenience store.

You immediately head out of the bathroom and out through the front door. Your father didn't even notice you- well, how would he? He's wasting away on the couch, asleep with an empty bottle of beer.

You're back on the road. It's a decently long road, but you'll get there eventually. Whatever, maybe it really is better than being stuck with your dad.

Looking at the surroundings, it feels like everything's going much better today. Was it just you? Or was it because you were paying more attention to your surroundings? 

The road has more cars passing today. There hasn't been a single siren you've heard. 

It feels so much better.

You feel so much better.

Today feels so much better.

Today will be a good day.

You wish it'd be one. It already feels like one.

Looking at the window.... You remember it correctly. The store's hiring.

'Currently understaffed. Now hiring! Call ###########.'

Did you bring your phone? Crap. 

You immediately search your pockets. You find naught but pennies and money- dammit. Maybe a payphone'll have to do. You immediately look around the area.

Just by the parking lot, you spot one- immediately walking toward it and entering, closing the door and entering several pennies before calling the number.

Beep....

Beep....

Beeep...

It felt like an eternity, until....

The phone is picked up.

And immediately do you speak up.

"Hello, I saw your notice out front at the convenience store, are you still looking for someone?"

Your heart beating loudly within your own chest, you wait for a response with full alert, until...

"Why yes, we are currently still hiring, nobody has taken the job yet. Would it be correct for me to assume you are interested in taking the job?"

Huh? The voice sounds familiar.

"Yes, sir. When will there be an interview?"

"Well. Are you available tonight? Tonight's available. If so, backdoor at 7 pm later."

"I am! Thank you very much sir, I'll make sure to be on time."

The person on the other end closed the call.  You return the phone to its slot with a smile on your face. 

Heading out of the payphone, you glance to the convenience store to see..

The cashier coming out of a backroom? Huh.

Paying it no mind, you begin to walk toward the store. You know your father's gonna ask you to get some beer again, and you'd rather not walk all the way back.

Ring!

"Welcome back." The cashier greeted; his voice sounding all to familiar now. Was that just him over the phone? Oh well, you'd rather not question it.

"Thanks." You say, waving whilst keeping that smile all the while and heading into an isle- grabbing a cart of beer this time before heading back to the counter with the cart.

"Alright, this is all."

"Is that a-"
...

Hey, did you just cut him off?

"That wasn't necessary." The cashier responded with a frown, registering the cart before you hand over the cash.

"Alright.." he muttered as he gave you a receipt- you heading back out.

Ring!

You walked all the way back home. You'll be back there later on, anyway. You'll see your new friend again soon enough.

Heading inside and closing the door, you head toward the fridge- opening it and placing the cart right in, throwing the receipt in the trash and closing it before stretching your limbs and heading back into your room- looking around.

It's pretty dirty here. Maybe you should clean up.

And clean up you do. This will.. Take a few hours.

You grab a broom outside your room and begin to sweep the floors, sweeping everything into one place before collecting all the dust and stuff into one of those things you use to collect it- I don't know what it's called, alright? I just use it.

Dumping it all into the trash, you then place the broom with the collector back onto a wall outside, walking toward your bed and pulling the blankets, replacing it into the bed and straightening it out.

You also sort out the things on your table, fixing the placement of the digital clock, checking your closet and walking towards the center of the room.

After taking a deep breathe, you look back around your room.

It's so much better to look at. Maybe now, you'll take a nap.

Several hours, huh. Just how slow are you?

It's now 1 pm.

You head back to bed to take a nap. You're tired.

Off to sleep you go...

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To whoever even reads this, thanks for somehow getting it to #13.

I am still processing the trauma of how far I got with this.

So anyway, I'm trying out a slightly different style in writing. Thanks for reading. Expect chapter 5 to take around the same time.

I'm out of braincells.