VINYL BOY : MUKE AU

BUBBLE GUM SMACKER

the man's hands run through his red hair, getting up early in the morning, he slides on his best pair of black skinny jeans and a nirvana shirt, he lets out a breath and licks his lips, running his tongue over his teeth as he cringes at the taste of his morning breath. the man gets up, walking into the bathroom, he grumbles underneath his breath and washes his face, brushing his teeth as he puts cologne and deodorant on. y'see, he lived inside of his record store, the upstairs section was his home and he had to open the store at 9am every single day. he made a decent amount of money to get around but was considered scum by old ladies most of the time. his store was quite popular and a lot of people came in to buy some of his records which actually made him happy, it was his own business and he ran it all by himself, never getting help. the man was quite stubborn and figured that he could do everything on his own. he mainly wore sweatpants that hung low on his waist all the time when people came over but it was a strict policy, no shoes no shirt, no service! michael groans as he fixes his hair, he walks down the stairs and into his shop, walking to the front doors, he flips the opening sign to, "COME ON IN, WE'RE OPEN."

the man had a few friends, one of his closest friends was ashton irwin, the curly haired lad stopped by everyday at 9:30 in the morning to bring michael coffee and a scone and then bought a few records and wished the man a good day and then headed out, the store was normally very calm and not too busy, the customers were normally two or three per hour and they'd look around, buy a few vinyls and wish him a good day, thank him, and then leave. michael was a laid back kind of guy and was very calm in crazy situations yet very caring for those who were close to him, he was annoyed very easily, the man was in his mid-twenties and teenagers were what really pissed him off, hating their reckless behavior and how they thought they could be so rebellious and it made him cringe when he remembered that he used to be a teenager. y'see, it wasn't that the man hated teenagers considering he was one a while back it was just that he really hated the way they acted and how they didn't respect their parents most of the time. michael owed everything to his parents, they accepted him for everything he did, they respected him being homosexual, they respected his choice in collecting things and they respected him as a person and loved him no matter what, always saying that they had  "unconditional love" for him and would never ever stop loving him because he was their son and they loved him very very very much.

michael didn't end up going to college, therefore his plans when he was young about being a firefighter or a hydrologist didn't work out too well, the man wanted to be many things when he had grown up but when he turned seventeen and realized that he really didn't know what he was going to do with his life, he began searching through his grandfather's old vinyls and began to collect them, getting more and more of these records until he was twenty and started his store and moved out of the house, happy with his choice. his parents accepted his choice and were very happy he did something that he truly wanted to do. he's been collecting vinyls for six years and his vinyl record shop was the most successful record shop in the area, the man traveled a lot, going to many record stores to get things that he didn't already have, he was snapped from his thoughts as the doors to his shop open. the time was 9:25 am and in came ashton irwin with a cup of coffee from starbucks, a grin forms on the red-haired man's face, taking the coffee from his friend's hand, they greet each other before sitting down in michael's office, michael's feet move upon the top of the desk and he sips at the coffee, moaning at the taste of the warm substance moving down his throat.

"thanks, irwin. this is some really really good stuff, needed it."the man says as he sips at it some more, the two talk for a bit before ashton leaves, hugging michael and telling him how it was good to see him and that he'd be back tomorrow with some even better coffee. michael sat in his seat behind the front desk behind the cashier, humming as he grabs his record player, he grabs a david bowie vinyl record and places it onto the record player, beginning to play it as he taps his fingers onto the desk to the beat, humming. the day went by quicker than expected but michael wasn't complaining, he liked short days but hated the fact that most of the day he was alone, it wasn't that he was being sensitive or anything but he preferred having the company of others than being alone all day, there was a few customers and they bought a few records, the day wasn't quite over yet and he didn't close the shop until 9pm normally, it was only 6pm and the sun was setting, he had a great view of the sun from his shop and lots of windows, the sun always shining in right in on him, he hated when it rained though, liking the sight of the sun in the sky, keeping him happy most of the time. the man popped his knuckles, texting his mum about this weekend, his family had wanted him to come visit and have dinner which sounded great but he had made plans with going into the city to go sight seeing and get more records for the store, he had been planning on canceling on her but trying to find a nice way to do it so it wouldn't hurt her or his family member's feelings.