drive ♢ muke ✔️

ix

i'm back at work; i've started working over time due to the fact that i'm completely broke. i can hardly even afford a chicken nugget from mcdonalds's.

luckily i have an easier job today, i'm working at the cash register. still i'm the only one in the store so i'll still have to move my ass and do work if someone walks in.

i yawn softly to myself and ruffle my soft blue hair. i'm tired, i'm running on just several hours of sleep. i stayed up late finishing an assignment and didn't get any rest since then. i prop my shoulder atop the counter and allow my eyes to flutter shut.

i feel like my eyes have only been shut for one or two seconds when i hear my name being repeated, over and over again. i peek my eyes open and a certain blonde haired asshole is standing there, a scowl on his pretty face.

"michael, will you just wake up? i've been standing here for fifteen minutes." luke snaps annoyedly.

"how's that possible? i've only being asleep for a few seconds!" i argue.

"maybe time works differently in a faggot's brain," luke shrugs to himself. he still gives me a dirty look and stands far away as if my gayness was contagious.

"shut the fuck up," i glare at the tall homophobic boy.

"i'm not here to converse, i don't want to be hanging around gays too long, they might rub off on me. the bible always told me that being gay is a sin and i want to go to heaven." luke states, his voice icy cold.

"i'm fucking sick of you. hurry up and get your crap so you can leave." i bite my tongue to avoid cussing at him.

apparently, calling customers 'captain skinny dick' or 'turd sandwich' is against the store policy and if i call them names anymore, i'll be fired.

pretty stupid policy if you ask me.

"i want an album," luke says briefly.

"no shit. we're in a music store that only sells albums." i purse my lips and roll my light green eyes. "what kind of album do you want?"

"i'm not sure," luke admits.

i roll my eyes again. luke's been in here twice and both times he was completely clueless about what to buy. he has no musical taste whatsoever. i rack my brain for musical artists that luke might enjoy.

"sam smith? oh wait, that's not an option, he's gay and you don't want gay stuff. sorry." i sneer.

"stop being annoying, clifford," luke sighs.

"stop being homophobic, officer pickle," i retort.

"i just want to buy an album and leave! stop making this difficult!" luke exclaims, pressing his palms against the counter.

"i'm not the idiot walking into a music store without any artist in mind! if anything, you're the idiot!" i shoot back.

luke seems to take my words in account and stays silent for a moment. he taps his long thin fingers on the counter as he thinks.

"w-what kind of music do you listen to?" he asks hesitantly.

"blink 182, all time low, green day. there's a lot." i shrug my shoulders.

i feel awkward under luke's intense gaze. "well i'll get an album from one of those bands. doesn't matter which one."

i shrug and step behind the counter. i search through the racks until i find dookie by green day. luke scans over the cover carefully, he holds the album the same way you would hold a bomb.

"are you sure you want it?" i ask, as he cautiously hands me over the album.

"yeah. positive." luke says, looking anything but positive.

i scan the album anyways and ring him up. he pays the album off and i hand it over to him in a small plastic bag. he doesn't stand around long, the second the bag touches his hand, he races out the door. it was like he was afraid that my gay was contagious.

what a shitbag.