i'm stocking books on the shelves. i've never been too good with keeping jobs (i'm constantly late, but so far i've managed to come on time -give or take a few ten minutes).
em sits on the floor, leaning against the display of john green books skimming through the pages of 'an abundance of katherines.' she's wearing a black shirt that she said she bought yesterday and claims is her favourite shirt in the world; it says 'i dont need you, i have wifi,' and it brings me back to the bathtub and her tears.
"i want thai food," she sighs. she puts the book back in the wrong place and i give her a look. she shrugs, "there's a really nice thai place ten minutes from here, we're going after this, okay?"
em's one of those assertive people who gets what they want when the want it. admirable (since i'm the kind of the opposite) and annoying all the same.
"i'm supposed to do laundry today."
she gives me a look, "so? do it tomorrrow."
"can't."
she grabs 'paper towns' from behind her and nods, "sure you can."
"no, i can't."
"you're acting like it's absolutely necessary."
"it is," i roll my eyes and shelve the last of the teen fiction novels.
"i want thai food, though," she whines.
we have a minute long staring contest until she blinks and gives me a small smile, "i also, maybe, forgot my wallet back at home."
i snort and go onto my knees to straighten the assortment of books on the lowest shelf, "knew you had an ulterior motive. sorry, em, but i can't."
she pouts.
"i gotta edit eddie's paper and then do laundry and then-"
"invite that eddie guy, you can look over his paper there. and do laundry tomorrow," she looks proud of herself for coming up with a solution.
knowing she won't stop until i give her an adequate response, i shrug, "there's this girl who i see once a week there."
"at the laundromat? " she laughs, "text her and say you can't make it to your little laundromat date."
"i haven't asked for her number," i don't meet her eyes, as she gives me the most amused smile.
"leave her with a little mystery and don't show up," she shrugs, "girls love mystery. ryan was mysterious as hell and it was hot."
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the art of film
Kurzgeschichtenin which xavier donahue moves abroad to england to study film, get away from his unrequited love-slash-best friend and start over; meeting a charismatic acting student in a laundromat with an affection for shakespearean plays. ❝ they say; everyone...
