apprehension / hemmings

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I was clearly ecstatic.

If I didn't know myself, Violet and Brandon had pointed it out for me, so either way, I would've known. It was only an aesthetic-based drug store, and not even I could fathom my joy. God only knows what I would've been wasting my money on.

The small building was the only building in sight for miles. It was painted some pale, navy blue colour. The roof was black and flat, obviously it had no shingles.

We opened the door, and while most stores have a bell to remind them that they've gained new customers, this one played no sound. I chuckled, before turning my head to shoot Violet a warm smile. "Thanks."

She nodded.

The store's walls were laced with action figures and comic books. Japanese crates of candy had an aisle to themselves, and there were shelves upon shelves of CDs, varying by artist.

Each of us split up on our own; Brandon heading for the action figures, Violet, towards the back of the store to the Hesitant Alien merchandise, and I aimed for the comics.

A small squeal could be heard from the back of the store, and since we were the store's only residents (besides the one cashier), I knew that it was Violet. Her squeal made me laugh, very quietly.

I allowed my fingertips to graze the spines of the thick comic series', unable to hide my smile. I've always had a thing for comics, especially the big ones. Something about anime, and unrealistic events made me smile. It made me happy. I think when I'm reading comics, and it's quite soothing.

Ever since I was a kid, comics relaxed me. They helped me to read, which didn't often peak my interest, and I still kind of sucked at it. Comics made me happy, though. Especially the Killjoy series.

I was never able to get anybody interested in the Killjoy series. Not even Vi, which surprised me somewhat.

Then again, I never really put much effort into trying.

"You thinking about her?"

The words from an accent which I've found awfully familiar made me jump in fear, and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, Brandon." with a mumble, I pried the first issue of the Killjoy series from the hundreds of others.

"You aren't even buying that for yourself. You're buying it for her, aren't you?" He stood behind me, taking the comic from my hands. I huffed and turned around as he skimmed through the thin pages. Brandon then tilted his head to the side and looked at me.

"I might be an annoying little asshole, but I've known you since I could crawl. You like her, don't you?" There went the smirk. "You like her a lot."

I ignored his question again. But, based on the way Brandon's stereotypical brain logic worked, he'd think I was replying.

I didn't quite have a reply to his question. I didn't know if I liked Violet, in that way, and if I told Brandon, he'd make some outrageous accusations and tell Violet that I do like her.

Before I could answer, he dragged me into the aisle that was full of band merch. Before I could glance at him, all of us were together.

Violet's eyebrow arched as she turned to see us. In her arms were a Gerard poster, a Hesitant Alien vinyl, and some Pierce the Veil items. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing." I replied.

"Then why did you two come rushing over here like bees to honey?"

Brandon chuckled, rolling his dark brown eyes as he did so. I was clearly just as confused as Violet's facial expression read.