Just A Dream

Day Dreaming

Andrews' POV

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I wake again and look at the time. 5:02 A.M..

 Awe fuck it.

I hop out of bed and make myself breakfast, once finished I toss the dirty dishes in the sink.

 I'll clean those later.

I grab my keys from the counter and head out the door locking it behind me. While adjusting the mirror I see a dark figure in the backseat. I whip my head around to see nothing but the leather upholstery. I rub my eyes, and whisper: "Just a dream."

Just as I pull into the parking lot, Sheriff Daniels parks beside me. I walk up to his window as he rolls it down.

"How are you?" I ask him.

Sheriff hung his head.

"Not too good, a woman was murdered last night." Sheriff says.

"Wow, that's awful." I look at the ground.

"Yeah, there has been a lot of murders lately. My son's on the case." Sheriff says.

"Do you guys know why anyone would want to do this?" I ask.

"No, not at all. Folk around here are pretty laid back." Sheriff answers.
 
    "Yeah. Right? None of this makes any sense." I reply.

"Well, I gotta run. Stay out of trouble, kid." Sheriff says with a smirk on his face.

"Will do sir." I give a wave and continue on. I make my way to Mike who is laying on the check out counter.

"I see you're working hard." I say sarcastically.

"Damn straight, I deserve more money." Mike says.

"Yeah, right." Rose walks by with a cart full of cans.

Kim and Mae walk in the store, fingers intertwined. They both wave at us with their free hand and disappear into the aisles.

"Aiight, it's 4:20, wanna blaze it?" Mike giggles.

I take my phone from my pocket.

I gape at him. "Mike, it's 7:32 A.M.."

"Whatever, if you need me I'm in the back 'taking inventory'." Mike winks as he hops down from the counter.

Rose walks up to me. "You going to Bliss' party tonight?"

"I don't know." I rub the back of my neck.

"Come on, it's going to be fuuun." Rose giggles.

"Okay, what time?" I ask.

"6:30 P.M., we'll go together, it'll be like a date, but with more liquor." Our manager, Debbie calls for Rose.

"Bitch." Rose whispers, and skips off to Debbie.

ROSE'S POV 

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I approach Debbie. "What's up?"

"Where's is Mike?" Debbie asks.

"Taking inventory." I reply.

"The sloth has moved." Debbie says with a smile.

 She smiled? That's odd.

     "Yeah. He reminds me of a sloth. Slow, lazy, and very creepy." I chuckle.

I walk away and begin stocking shelves.

Andrew's POV

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Kim and Mae approach the counter and I ring them up. One package of fudge brownie mix, two packages of cream cheese, butter, sugar, flour, vanilla extract, eggs, and chocolate frosting.

"That'll be $11.43." The girls hand me the money and I make their change. "Cheesecake brownies?" I say as I hand them their receipt.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Mae asks.

"I know a thing or two about baking." I smirk.

"It's for church, tomorrow." Kim says shyly.

"Have fun, see you around." I say as they get their bags and walk out.

Mike's POV

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 Step. Step. Step. I take a moment to realize that somebody is coming in here, I take another moment to realize that if it is Deb, I'm fucked.

I put my lighter in my pocket and swat at the remaining smoke. The door swings open and I begin moving boxes.

 You still have a joint in your hand, Mike.

I put it in my mouth, and turn around to face Deb.

"Hard at work, or hardly working?" Deb jokes.

"Mhmm." I mumble.

"Which one?" Deb asks, cocking her head to the side.

"Mmm hmm." I wince at how stupid I sound, and I swallow the joint. "Hard at work." I nod.

 Yes, good.

"Why did I hire you?" She asks.

"Because of my charm and good looks?" I flutter my eyelashes.

"Whatever." She waves her hand towards me and walks out the door.

After she leaves I take out my phone and google what happens if you swallow a lit joint.

Andrew's POV

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6:00 P.M. Our shift is over.

"Rose, ready to roll?" I holler.

Rose walks up to me a smile stretched across her face. "Hell yeah, let's do this!"

We walk out into the brisk October air only to hear screaming. I look over and see a kid curled up in a ball, being kicked by three older kids.

"Hey!" I yell as I run towards them. The older kids scurry away. I approach the kid and help him to his feet.

"You alright, kid?" I ask him.

"Yeah." The boy says.

"You have a name?" I ask him.

"Steven." Steven answers.

"Okay, Steven. Swing around the store before six and ask for Andrew. Okay?" I tell Steven.

"Okay. Thanks." Steven begins to walk off in the other direction. "10-10" Steven whispers softly.

"What?" I say.

"Nothing. Thanks for everything." Steven says as he walks across the parking lot.

"Andrew." Rose jingles my keys.

 My keys?

"How the hell do you have my keys?" I say puzzled.

"I have my ways" Rose replies with a wink.

On the way to the party Rose and I discuss work and what happened with Steven.