Boston, Mass. Welcomes you

Is This Punk Paradise ?

If your questioning the photo. Yes the cats with nice hair are pointless. I was just bored. Well it's mentioned sooooo.
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Em's P.O.V.

So our furniture should arrive at the house within the next three days. So possibly Tuesday, maybe Monday.

"Can we wonder around this super mall"? M snaps me out if my mental calendar.

"I don't see the harm in looking around, besides I have to buy M fluffy blankets".

"I saw a bookstore on the way in, I'm going that way", A takes off the way of the supposed bookstore, I like books so I grab M's arm and March of to the "bookstore". It takes forever to go down the escalator, with the hoards of people, not looking up from their phones, or walking with children.

I eventually see the bookstore. I think I had a moment with the store. I mean it was literally at a corner. I let go of M and I started jog running, which is like walking for me. I love books, I love sad books, happy books, romantic, sensual, diverse, arousing, fanfic, action, and horror. So a bookstore is where I can be a girl browsing through better stories, instead of a girl who lives a life like a sad book, with a repetitive plot. I stop before I inter, and turn to look for M and A.

"I think I haven't seen you this excited since, your sister graduated first grade, or even our graduation". M gives me a confused look.

"It's just... I love Books", I turn back and push open the door. The little bell rings above me. I inwardly thank the quiet and pay no attention to the person at the front counter and take off for fiction.

In the middle of browsing, I her the horrible sound of the giggle, not the giggle-snort, but the giggle. Like trying to flirt, with something that isn't even funny. I know it's A, and she's flirting, but with who? I grab more books, and silently praise uprising writers. I don't really know where I can't find some of Shakespeare, Edgar, John, Neal, Stephen, and Hurly. I mean I though I could find it in fiction, but I was wrong. I hold on to the three books I have in my hand. I start walking towards the front desk.

That's when I see A. I know who she's flirting with. It's the person at the counter. I mean he is rather attractive, I'm guessing his hair is dyed red, very sharp jaw and cheek bones, roman noes, he looks rather untamable, and rare, how did the fire truck red hair go unnoticed when I walked in. It's so bright. He's just a boy, I've made it this far with out one, he's useless, just rather good at catching eyes.

"Hey, um excuse me, exactly which section would I find Shakespeare, Edgar, and some Stephen King, I'm having trouble finding them", I smile, it's rather small, not noticeable, I just felt it. I look over to A and notice her scowl.

"Sure, this way, there in different sections, I noticed you took off for fiction, and Edgar and Shakespeare are in the same section, but Stephen King books are in horror", he smiles, and opens the little latchy thing and starts walking to a different part of the rather small store. I fallow.

"It's in the historical, I know it should be in something else, but if we separated them by category instead of writer then you'd probably find some books in one category or some in another, so their all next to each other in historical, the fall back category", he never looks up from the book shelf.

"Thank you, um", I stop, I don't know his name.

"Nicolai", he looks up and smiles, showing teeth," and you are miss".

"I'm Em, and thank you Nicolai, for helping me find books", I mentally scorn the heat radiating in my cheeks.

"It is my job, Miss Em", I stop, well duh, it is his job, I'm blushing for nothing. He useless I must remember this

"Your name? It carries Russian decent, plus you have a bit of an accent, so are you from Russia"? His voice isn't deep it's rather relaxing.

"Well, that is complicated, I'm willing to share it with you over a cup of coffee, if you're interested", he stands up and hands me three books, he places them with the three already in my hands, and I have to lean to take on the added weight.

"Um, I'd love too", I grin, and the heat starts to feel like in inferno. Good grief I'm not doing a good job a making him useless. I fallow him to the horror section, and he asks which Stephen King books I need. I replied with the ones besides "Needful Things", "IT", "Revival", and "Short Stories". So he pulled out ten or more books and instead of giving them to me, he took them to the front desk.

In my head I added up the cost to almost seventy-eight dollars, but the bill was only forty-eight. Did he give me a discount?

"Thank you Nicolai, um, so coffee"? Yup, I'm an idiot.

"Here is my number, just give me a call", I do rather enjoy his voice, is not like most accents, it's more of a combination of Russian and the people of Boston, but it's rather enchanting, I'd never figure it. I'm an idiot

"Here is mine, I mean, consider it a number swap. I'm rather nervous around new people". Great, just great a Freudian slip. I thought I got over that. Nope now I'm practically developing a crush. I'm an idiot.

"Good day, Miss Em, I hope I can get that cup of coffee soon", He smiles. I have to be carful.

"Good day, Nicolai". I'm fucking re-fucking-tarded.

I look out for M and A. I notice I see neither. This scares me, why? Well because M's ideas can range from "Fluffy Kittens" to "Taking Over The World". On some occasions its both "Taking Over The World With Fluffy Kittens", but she'd realize she'd have to buy a lot of kitty litter and kitty food. M would still think about it. A would probably be smoking those few grams she had in that bag we saw her with at that Inn. While getting very flirty with a random boy, as long as he gave her attention. I need to find them before they plan some weird shit like, "High-Boy-Kitten Cross-Overs With Really Fluffy Hair, That Put People In A Trance, To Take Over The World". Yes it's far fetch but that doesn't mean they would pull a Hitler and Napoleon-esque. I mean except I'd be the great scientist who would create such an abomination. I'd make them with great hair.

"EM, I SAW YOU FLIRTING, GET IN DEM PANTS GURL", I heard M, I turn and their she is smiling. Every person in that mall probably heard her scream that. I will not be doing that. I have a business to run. I look at her and see the store she had to use the restroom at. Across I see the bookstore, next to it is a store with black clothes. I think about what I'll buy for my clothes this year; Black, Off black, Pastel black, Blue black, Warm-toned black, Light black, Dark black, and very Dark gray.

Next to that was a store that was a tattoo shop, then hot topic, then a Halloween store. I mean it look likes Punk Paradise? No wonder M didn't go into the bookstore.