Why did she always have to do this to me? "Dammit", I said as I breathed out.
Charlie stood me up again. I told her to meet me in the record store at 9:30am, so it'd just be us in the room (besides the employees). Nobody to disturb us. No guys trying to hit on Charlie, and make me feel insecure about myself. What I mean by this is, I just don't consider myself to be attractive. The reason behind this is, I'm 16, never had a boyfriend, never been asked out, blah blah blah - you get the point. Charlie on the other hand...is a complete 'babe' (as all the guys like to say). We're complete opposites but that's what makes us so compatible. The only bad thing I could possibly say about her is, she always stands me up for her boyfriend, Ashton Irwin. Ashton is a very sweet, cute and funny guy. It's safe to say she adores him.
Anyways, I'm standing below the neon sign on the record store...by myself. At 9:50am. Ugh, I wish I had a fucking boyfriend. Then I wouldn't be waiting on one person that never shows up. I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket and grab for it.
Charlie 👼🏼: Sorryyyyyy!!!! Ash kept me in bed and I know I keep doing this but plez forgive meeehhhhh. I PROMISE I will be there next week. Plez love meh again?
Me: 🙄...fine. I swear to god if you keep doing this. I'm going to replace you with a goat.
Charlie 👼🏼: Um...ok? Don't replace me with a goat...I guess? But personally I would replace myself with a sloth if I were you.
Me: Ok well you're not me so just shut up. :')
May as well listen to music since I'm going to be alone for the rest of the day. It's not like I'm going to have any human interaction at all. I put in my earphones and put my phone into the back pocket of my shorts as March On by Good Charlotte played. I got off the glass wall and walked into the record store. I came here for only one album, BADLANDS. Halsey is my queen and to say 'I love her' is a bit of an understatement.
~X~
I set the the album onto the counter, trying to hold back my inner fangirl as I paid. The store was full of neon signs, I couldn't help but stare. There was this one neon sign that reminded of Halsey for some reason:
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I wonder who thought of-my thoughts seemed to be interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I spun around to find a blonde figure staring into my eyes. I took out one earphone as he begun to speak.
"Hey, I couldn't help but notice the Halsey album in your hand", his green eyes glanced down to the album in my hand, then looked back into my eyes. We stared at each other, and it felt like there was some sort of tension between us...I wish I could stop staring into his clear green eyes but I just can't...he's actually...really attractive. Wait...hold up. Why is he talking to me?
"Um hello?", he waved his hand in front of my face and let out a small laugh.
"Oh uh sorry, yeah Halsey", I said quietly.
"Huh...she talks". He smirked as he looked me straight in the eyes. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds and I couldn't stand it. I raised an eyebrow and let out a small laugh.
"Ha, yeah. I talk. I'm not a sloth...", I immediately regretted speaking. Oh my god, I just said that. By habit, I looked down and hid behind my bangs. God dammit, I blame Charlie. Why did she have to talk about sloths?
"It'd be a bit awkward if you were a sloth", he said as his mouth formed into a grin. He continued, "Well my name is Michael."...Michael? Suits him. I didn't bother to look up as he said this though. I just shifted to my side, clinging to my album just a bit tighter. "I'd love to know if such a pretty face like yours has a name as pretty?", He said with a bit of a chuckle. Wait WHAT?
I finally looked up and he seemed to be amused at how I was reacting to his every word...who is this guy? He must be insane to even think I'm remotely attractive or "pretty". I thought about it for a bit and mentally declared to myself that he definitely had mental issues to even want to approach me.
"Ok...well I'm going to go now. Bye.", I quickly power walked out the door, still hiding behind my bangs. I soon went from power walking to just straight up running. I stopped once I saw an entrance to an empty alley. I tried to catch my breath as I leaned against the brick wall. Reflecting on what just happened, I realised I didn't tell him my name. "Fuck!", I whisper shouted. I put my face into my hands as realised how much I really did fuck up. I ran away from a really hot guy that called me pretty. Oh my god, I'm never going to see him again, the chances are too low for it to be possible. "Dammit Valentine, why are you like this?", I cried out to myself.
Well that was the first chapter! Sorry, I know it's not that great but I'm trying.
Maybe Michael with appear sometime again...you'll have to read to find out ;)
