A Different Love

Our Song

                  

It was around the end of the movie when I had realized that Shane had fallen asleep against me.

I looked away form the happy screen where the newly human beast was dancing with his love over towards my best friend. I may be Bloodwing, a being of evil, but this boy. This boy makes me happy. Makes me feel like I'm not a monster.

Sighing, I slowly rose from the bed careful not to stir Shane and grabbed one last cookie and a few sour patch kids. I grabbed a scrap piece of paper from his bedside table and wrote a note telling him I was heading out to my Night shift at the gas station not to far from here.

Tip-toeing out of his room I scurried to my room which was located across the hall and threw on the boring green and brown uniform and grabbed by car keys. Often I chose to walk but tonight I wasn't in the mood to freeze my butt off.

I walked out into the kitchen which had a door that led to the garage. I personally owned a yellow mustang -curtsy of my rich parents- and Shane owned a blue beetle. Shane of course often drove my car because, lets be honest, beetle? Or mustang?

I pulled out of the garage and into the twilight. I decided to instead of drown in quiet thoughts to equip my My Chemical Romance CD and blast the song 'Welcome to the Black Parade'. Shane's taste of music consisted of Country -which I didn't mind- but I preferred Panic! at the disco over Eric Church.

Around 2 and a half songs later I arrived at work just in time to see Caden packing up his stuff.

Caden was the guy who had the till shift before me.

"'Evening Caden." I mumbled as I passed by him and into the area behind the till.

"Good Evening Luke, Current sales today are at $314.64." He stated cheerfully. Cade found interest in counting the registers total sales of the day before he left for home. Don't ask why, it's just a thing he does.

"That's great Caden." I mumbled uninterested. Caden shrugged it off knowing I wasn't much of a conversationalist.

Caden waved goodbye and I leaned against the counter scrolling through my phone waiting for a costumer to come in. after about five minutes of nothing a group of young tweens came in all dressed in black. some had crazily dyed hair and piercings. What were they? 13? 14? gosh, I wasn't even allowed to go outside after dark at their age. They wandered around the store grabbing candy bars and sodas. One of them -who I assumed the leader of their 'gang'- sauntered up to the counter.

He slid me a twenty over the counter and nodded at me.

"Give me the good stuff." He said in a voice that sounded like he was a biker in an older movie.

"Excuse me what?" I questioned confused at what the 'good stuff' was.

"You know? the sticks, the puffers, the cigars." He claimed staring at me as if I were stupid.

"Excuse me? your like 12." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll have you know. Chubby. That I am 13." He narrowed his eyes judgingly at me when he said chubby. It was hard not to laugh.

"Sorry kid you need to be over 18." I deadpanned. Did this kid know he wasn't allowed to smoke? Who raised this child?

The child scoffed and motioned to his buddies.

"C'mon gang, let's go find a helpful gas station." The kid strolled out and his buddies followed.

"Wait!" I called just as they were about to leave.