Kiss Me

The Encounter

Calum Hood the figment of every teenage girl's imagination. The plump lips that you can see pressed against every single part of your body. The strong arms that you could just touch any time of the day. And don't even get me started on that accent. That's all I said, "Kiss me babe."
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I flipped through the records, I'm sure I've seen about a thousand times. "Nothing new Dan?" I asked loud enough for the manager I knew all to well.

"Afraid not, we were supposed to get new shipments of vinyls, but all we're getting is albums. Sorry hun." Dan called from the back.

Damn, they never get anything new. As much as I love this place they really need to up their game. "Well you guys better up your game or else you'll lose your best customer." I laughed walking up to the counter.

"Babe I don't think you're leaving any time soon. You love me too much." Dan laughed walking from the back where all the boxes were at.

Dan was young, just turned twenty. He wore his hair styled in a beanie, rarely wore it down. He was always wearing a band T-shirt, even if he didn't like the band he wore it. The guy had great music taste okay? I've known him pretty much my whole life, but I never saw him outside of the record shop. His dad just died and now he was running the shop.

And me? Well I always wear a tumblr inspired outfit. My hair is always wavy, stretching to my back, and bleach blonde. I listen to a lot of the same music Dan listens to, mostly 90's some 80's, but overall grunge. I have bright green eyes that people say are my best quality. I'm eighteen and just graduated highschool.

"So you got anything you wanna buy today?" He asked with a smile.

"Maybe I don't know. I might just check out the new albums." I smiled walking towards that section. I hid myself behind the gigantic collection, searching for something I might like.

The front door of the shop opened, and the bell rung. I didn't bother picking up my head to see who it was, I just continued to search through the endless piles of albums.

"Hello is anyone here?" A thick accent called out. I lifted my head up, but hit it on the top shelf of the album case.

"Ahh ouch." I said rubbing the top of my head.

"Woah are you okay?" The thick accent called.

"Yeah I'm fine, do you need anything?" I asked still rubbing my head.

His plump lips smirked at the sight of me. "Uhm I'm uh looking for some good vinyls. Thinking of starting a collection." He ran his fingers through his curly brown hair. His beautiful brown eyes did what they could to meet mine.

"Sure follow me, the best vinyls you're gonna get are from the 80's. The Breakfast club soundtrack, journey, Guns N Roses, ya know the classics. That's what you wanna stick to, but if you get bold go with the 90's like Nirvana and Blink-182. But sometimes you'll get a good one out of Pierce The Veil or Neck Deep." I advised showing him the way to a good section.

"Thanks. You have amazing music taste, do you have a collection or something?" He asked.

"Yeah, but its nothing much. I have most everything in this shop, I wanna open one up one day. Its my dream to own and run a shop like this." I spoke in sheer amazement.

"That's fucking awesome, I could never do that. As much as I love music I could never run a shop." He shook his head. He looked back at me with a smile on his face. "You're cool I think we should talk more. Do you have a pen?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said pulling a glitter pen out of my purse. "Sorry its the only thing I've got."

"It's fine." He uncapped the pen and grabbed my arm. He wrote down his number and his name, Calum Hood. "Call me if you have a chance." He smiled walking away.

"But dude you didn't buy any-... Thing." I faded off as he walked out of the shop.

"Who was that?" Dan asked.

"I don't know."