Chapter Five || Date

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Michael's p.o.v

My smile brightens as a group of girls walk into the shop, pink heels being worn by all of them.

"Hello!" I chirp, happy to actually have customers after a way-too-little money making day. "May I assist any of you?"

One of the taller girls look me up and down, frowning. "Yes- but not from you, anyways."

The other girls following her side giggle, walking over to another worker who's unaware of the situation. My smile doesn't leave my face, yet I just shrug, taking a sip of my cold coffee.

"Michael," Riley smiles, running in front of my booth. "How is the blonde guy?"

"Blonde guy?" I question, tapping my fingers on the the wood block in front of me.

"The guy at hot topic!" She squeals, pulling down her floral crop top. "The hot one!"

"Oh, right!" I beam, yet quickly feeling a sharp pain of something I've honestly never felt before in my stomach, "He's cool."

"Cool? That's all you got?! Didn't you talk to him today?"

"Yes, just a little." I shrug.

"A little? Okay, did you at least get his name?"

"It's-- Luke." I sigh, scratching the back of my neck.

"Break is in five minutes, I can totally just ask him on a date at hot topic! Come with me, though."

I fill with hesitation as I look over my shoulder at the blonde working in his store. He seems so sad and so different that I'm not sure if Riley is the right person.

"Riley..." I start, my words becoming a blur to my mind, "fine."

crap.

"Yes!!" She squeals, kissing me on the cheek with her metal bracelets dinging against the counter. "Thank you so much!"

"No problem- I'll meet you at the front of hot topic in a few."

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Luke's p.o.v

"What's this?" Morgan snaps, pointing at clothes I've been storing in the back of the store. I've been doing this for a while now, I just gather some new orders, put in in a corner and then buy them after my shift. Simple.

"I'm buying those." I say aloud, biting my lip.

"I'm sure my boyfriend would love those." She smiles, looking through the gothic band shirts. She must haven't heard me.

"I-- I'm buying those."

Morgan looks up at me, her blue eyes filled with some sort of regret. "Oh."

Sighing, I walk over to the clothes, about to pick them up.

"Luke!"

I snap my head towards the unfamiliar voice. Riley. I've heard about her.

"Oh- hey Riley."

Her eyes widen at my response, a smile planted on her face.

"I just wondered if you wanted to talk when you're on your shift? Like-- a date?"

Before I can respond, Michael suddenly appears into the store, looking regretful. His eyes still so damn beautiful even if his facial expression looks different. How can someone be so perfect?

"I'm sorry, Riley. I can't." I whisper as I still look at the beautiful, and perfect, Michael.

"Oh-- okay." She frowns, her bright lipstick seeming to become a little more dull. "Maybe--- maybe some other time."

Michael stays where he stands as Riley slowly walks away, eager for me to stop her. I know I shouldn't say yes, I'm taken-- aren't I?

"Sorry you had to do that." Michael shrugs, biting his lips as he looks down at his feet.

"I really just want to know more about you!" I blurt out, covering my face in embarrassment.

"Like a date? Cause I'd like that."

Peeking through one of my fingers, the crazy pink haired boy is smiling ever so brightly.

He wants to go on a date with me... What?

"Love birds! Now isn't the time to talk, we have work!" Morgan mumbles, shoving Michael out of the doors. "Work is important! Work is money!"

Before I get back to work, I mumble the same ones she snapped; "work is this, work is that."

Why can't Morgan just realize that love is more important than work.

Wait... love? What do I even know about love?

People say it's the bubbly feeling you get when you look at someone you love, feeling as if they're everything to you. I've never felt this, even around my girlfriend.

But maybe, just maybe, I felt this way around Michael.

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an: hey, killermarshmallows here, first time I wrote a chapter for this book. I didn't want to mess it up and I feel like I did? Idk.

Ily guys !!! Like really-- you're all a part of my family. :-)

xxxx,
Km

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