5SOS Imagines/Smuts 2015

Video Game Shop - M.C.

Games has always been a part of your life. Your parents were game developers and they own the company who develops them.

As their daughter, you always get to be the first one to test the games they make. From action to sim games, you're already an expert for your age.

You were walking down the mall to a video game shop your family owns. You wore a hoodie over your shirt, a skater skirt and some combat boots. You did not want the employees to recognize you and give you the games for free(again) because that would be unfair.

You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in when you realized that the person behind the counter was an unfamiliar boy with a random hair color. Michael? He must be new. You thought to yourself as you glanced at his nametag.

You went over to the games were Halo 3 was located. You've been dying to play the game but didn't get the chance to because you were too busy in school.

Just when you decided to pick the game, your eye caught a glimpse of the new NBA 2k15, followed by FIFA and Call of Duty discount pack.

You suddenly forget why you were there. You were having an internal fight on what you should buy. Yes, you have enough money to buy them all, but you weren't really that much of a money burner. You buy each games one or two at a time. You let out a frustrated sigh when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Your eyes were met by emerald ones. He was the boy from behind the counter. You admire his pale complexion and cherry colored lips.

"Hey.. Uhm.. You've been standing there for about 10 minutes. Can I help you?" You stare at him with mouth open until you find the words to answer him.

"O-oh... Well... I came in here to buy Halo 3 but then, I saw some other games... So I don't know which one to buy anymore."

"Well, which games had caught your attention?"

You showed him the stack on your hands. He nodded in response as if he approved of your game choices. You mentally rolled your eyes.

"Have you ever played Fifa?" He said as he held the CD game in his hands, checking the cover and description.

"Well no. I've always wanted to try it but I have too many ga--"

"Miss Y/N! Why didn't you tell us you were here?"

Crap. They must have noticed your hair. And you thought this was your lucky day.

"Michael, what are you doing? You don't have to charge her for those ga--"

"Okay, Spencer! I can take it from here." You said with an awkward laugh. Michael stared at you as if he had done an awful mistake.

"O-oh! You're the owner's daughter! I'm sorry--I didn't know--"

"Michael. You're blabbering."

"Sorry."

"Come on. I have to pay for this stuff."

"B-but he said to no--"

"Michael. Shut up. I'm paying whether you like it or not."

Without speaking, he scanned your items and computed the total. He gave you the receipt, but instead, you gave it back to him, but not before writing your phone number on it.

"Here's my number. Maybe you can call and teach me how to play Fifa sometime?"

"Oh, s-sure! It would be great."

"Fantastic! It's a date then. See ya."

And as you left the store, Spencer came back from the stock room, staring weirdly at the boy behind the counter who was sporting a lovesick smile from his face.