gorillaz vinyls ; a.f.i.

- gorillaz vinyls -

on every wednesday at around three in the afternoon, the same events would happen

over and over.

a girl with fair skin, awfully, short blue hair with bangs that swept over her eyes, chestnut colored biker gloves, and goggles sitting around her head like a crown, would enter the record store in search for the same album.

plastic beach.

and on those specific days at that specific time, the same cashier would notice the same exact events.

when this unusual chain first occurred, he found it strange and had a small amount of fear towards the girl, but as time progressed and the series of events would occur more often, he grew used to it and expected her presence.

but today it was different

too different.

she had yet to arrive.

after what he assumed to be five minutes would pass, he would check the time.

once ten minutes passed, he gave up on her coming in the store which left him disappointed.

the store was empty and silent, all that had heard was the sound of pink floyd playing from the speakers hanging from the ceiling.

a sigh escaped his mouth as he felt contempt, his hands ran through the perfectly sealed records, occasionally getting his fingers pricked by the ends.

his depressing thoughts pushed aside as he heard the bells jingle loudly from the door and loud footsteps running through the store.

turning his head, a smile formed on his face as he watched the girl searching for the album.

he walked over towards her and pulled out the album she was searching for, or at least that's what he assumed.

"looking for this?" he asked with a grin along his face, only to be quickly removed from her response.

"no," she answered, "well, i am, but i need another one." she concluded without turning her head to look at him.

she sang soft hums singing along to a gorillaz song as she searched for the album.

"oh, well, what album were you, um, looking for then?" as if he couldn't ask her such a question without sounding as awkward as he just did.

"demon days." a small, yet adorable smile formed on her face as she pulled the album out.

for a minute or two, she admired the appearance of the vinyl, the beautiful artwork, the perfect sealing, and just the band itself.

there was something about this girl that he adored so much, maybe it was her obsession with that particular band or maybe it was how she dressed so uniquely.

"i'll-i'll ring you up." the boy stuttered while taking the album from her hand and bringing it to the cash register.

she followed behind him while looking at the walls, observing every record that hung and possibly unused.

while he scanned the two albums, she squinted to read his name tag, "well... ashton.. you must really enjoy hanging up those records on the walls."

"i do actually, i find the style very original, it really sets off the vibe of the store."

the girl gasped in disgust, "vinyls aren't decoration, they're art."

"art and decoration depends on the person. when you think about it, everything is art." his response left her speechless, "by the way, the albums will be thirty dollars and twenty-eight cents"

"i know," she answered scornfully while rummaging through her backpack. just like her, her wallet was unique, cartoon characters of all sorts scattered across it.

she pulled out random amounts of five and one dollar bills and all sorts of coins. ashton slowly took a hold of the money, counting the amount.

"you're five dollars short," ashton spoke not looking up at the girl to see her reaction.

"what? how can that be? i have been saving up for over three months, i don't have any money left."

hesitating slightly, ashton handed her the vinyls, "i'll help you out this one time, but if my boss found out i'd get fired so quickly."

the girl's face lightened up as she held the vinyls close to her chest, "thank you, so much!"

"you're welcome, random girl," he returned her smile.

right before she walked out, she turned back to ashton,

"you can just call me noodle."