drive ♢ muke ✔️

xiv

i'm working the cash register today, that's always fun. luckily, i'm not alone in the store today. vivian, another employee is here as well.

saying she's hot is an understatement. she has pouty lips that constantly give you the urge to make out with her and the prettiest eyes that can never decide what colour they want to be. sometimes they're dark blue, sometimes they're pale green, and sometimes they're a light grey.

if i wasn't gay, i would totally fuck her.

"hey michael, how pissed off do you think our manager would get if i left the store to get a smoothie?" vivian asks, a playful glint in her eyes.

"he'll probably fire you. but if you decide to go anyways, bring me back one of those blueberry shakes." i reply, laughing a little.

vivian giggles softly before bending over to stack some more cd's. she's wearing small shorts that show off her long legs.

"you know what i like about you michael?" vivian says randomly.

"what?" i ask.

"you're gay and i'm straight, so we can obsess over guys together. isn't that fun?" vivian raises one of her perfectly waxed eyebrows.

"that's true actually, why don't we do it now?" i laugh, loudly this time.

vivian discards the stack of albums and skips over to the counter with me. from there, we can stare out the window and watch guys who pass by.

"he's cute."

"which one?"

"the one in the red."

"yeah, he is pretty cute."

we go silent for a second but it quickly ends when vivian gasps and shoves me so hard i nearly fall. "i see a solid 10!" she exclaims.

"where?" i ask alertedly.

"he's walking over here! i think he's coming in!" vivian widens her eyes, panicked.

"fuck! how do i look?" i ask ruffling up my hair.

"well you just made yourself look like a twit. let me fix it up," vivian sighs. she uses her small hands and fixes up my messy hair, flicking pieces of hair around to make it look less terrible.

"you're wonderful," i breath out as she pops the collar of my shirt and smoothens out my pants.

the door jingles just as vivian gets on her knees to press out my pants. my head jerks over to face this 'solid 10' vivian was talking about.

it's mother fucking officer pickle.

"getting blowjobs at work now? at least it's a girl, and not a boy blowing you. maybe this will stop you from being a nasty fag." luke sighs, looking slightly peeved.

vivian stands up, her dainty arms resting on her waist sassily. right now her dark blue eyes are murderous.

"say that again," vivian threatens.

"say what?" luke asks, looking alarmed. i would be surprised too. you usually don't encounter pretty girls who look like she wants to stab you.

"call him a fag again," vivian says steely, her hands balling up into little fists.

as much as i appreciate vivian standing up for me, i know she has not chance against luke; considering he's a officer and could take down someone triple his size even without a weapon.

"just go away luke," i say tiredly.

i'm not in the mood to deal with his shit.

"gladly. i'll be back tomorrow, hopefully you won't be there." luke sneers as he leaves the store.

"who the fuck does he think he is?" vivian fumes, scowling furiously.

"officer pickle," i sigh.

"what?" vivian asks, looking really confused.

"never mind." i purse my lips.

my phone buzzes in my pocket, making me yelp. i check it and it's only calum.

calum: your shift is over now right?

me: yeah.

calum: i'm waiting outside, come out when you're ready.

i snicker softly before i type out my next text message.

me: vivian's in today, don't you want to come in?

calum: bro why didn't you tell me earlier?

calum: fuck you, i'm coming in!

i let my silent giggles loose. calum has the biggest crush on vivian, no matter how much he denies it.

calum walks through the door, grinning widely. his hair looks stupid, he probably ran here from the car. he looks positively thrilled to see the dark haired girl standing next to me.

"hey vivian!" calum waves excitedly.

i clear my throat to get his attention.

"and, uh, you too michael." calum continues embarrassedly.

"well let's go," i say, unpinning my name tag and grabbing my water bottle.

i step out the door but i realize my roommate isn't behind me. calum is gazing at the side of vivian's face with a lovesick expression on his face. i roll my eyes and restrain the urge to step forward and smack some sense into him.

"let's go," i remind him.

calum hums softly but i can tell he's not paying attention.

i shake my head and leave the facility. i take a deep breath of the polluted air and look around the small plaza. i find myself locking eyes with a blue eyed boy.

luke doesn't stick around long. as soon as we meet eyes, his stunning eyes widen with surprise and he takes off running. it was like he waiting for my exit. normal people don't randomly stand around garbage cans for no reason.

without thinking i call after him.

"wait up officer pickle!"