[clifford]

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by dehuxtable

by dehuxtable

[clifford]

The girl that came in to the store was absolutely stunning.

She literally made my day, and I didn't even get her name because of Mr fucking Irwin.

Well, that and she made the same old Clifford the Big Red Dog joke that I hadn't heard that since I was in year 8. Apart from that she was pretty cool. She wore all black, despite the awfully hot weather; it made her look even hotter if you get what I mean. Her black hair was up in a messy ponytail thing; it was barely up for it to be even classified as one. It's like she just woke up and left.

A rugged girl means a frisky girl. I dig.

She was British obviously, but her accent wasn't posh like I expected all British people to sound. I don't know, it was kind of weird the way she pronounced all her words and the way she would bite her right lip ring when she played.

Either way, I hoped she was coming back soon.

I don't want her back in the store to fuck, like the other two guys my age that work here (not that I wouldn't mind), but she seems like the type you can get lost in your own little world with. The type to take away all the bad feelings with humor in those dark times. The type to play video games and eat hot Cheetos all day without giving a fuck or two, because she's that comfortable with herself.

Shit, self; you've spoken to her for ten minutes and now look at you. You caught the feels, self.

I carried on walking up and down the aisles and taking orders from Irwin all day as usual. I kept catching that horny Hood guy eye-fucking the girls in the lingerie section as usual. I don't know why but it made me mad how often he'd just pick up girls, shag and leave without a word. News travels fast in the break room, so I heard that he even picked up three and did them all at the same time in the stalls.

Classless.

Women shouldn't be used as sex-toys, Hood. You should seriously learn some manners, because low key, you've probably gotten every STD known to mankind...at least twice.

When my shift ended, I milled around the entrance for a while, smoking a cigarette alone as I was the last to leave. I kept thinking about the nameless girl.

But if she was British, why would she be here? She's most likely on vacation, because I've never seen her around before and if she did live here, everyone in the damn store would know about it just to have a taste.

Even as I drove my shitty little car home, she consumed my every thought.

Fuck, I'm so far gone.

shitty little chapter because I felt like writing. next will probs be longer

-peace out woes