Insomniac

Sam

☽s.5☾

Three more days.

I scratched off today's date on my mini planner and sighed to myself. I was never this organized about anything. Actually I was usually a mess. If you spotted me on campus you'd see a trail of loose papers, lost flashdrives and stray pencils in my wake. But this was serious-- hence me breaking out the handy dandy mini planner, and avoiding work. Ok maybe I was avoiding work for more than one reason, but whatever-- the point was, in a little less than 72 hours I was going to be celebrating my two year anniversary with Jeff, and for the life of me I still had no idea what to get for him.

It was always hard to get other people gifts, yeah, but you'd think after being together for a while it'd be a tad easier. Nope.

So there I sat in the little record store stuck between a collectable Beatles record and a recent CD put out by this obscure band Jeff knew about. He was all about that kinda stuff. Really into indie, pop punk and music nobody knew about. He was really serious about his music too. He didn't like what the majority liked-- pop music would one day be the death of him I'm sure; because whenever I broke out in a little bit of Bruno Mars he would cast me whithering looks and pointed glares-- and he also hated when pop artists would "get their grimy over-paid, over-produced hands all over my quality music".

"Having trouble ma'am?" I heard from behind me.

I certainly looked like I was having trouble I'm sure, but not just with my music selection. I was as per usual a hot mess. I was juggling my coffee cup, the music and my wallet. My scarf was wound around my neck, suffocatingly, my jacket was falling off my left shoulder, and my bag was haphazardly slung across me-- open might I add. So yes, yes I was most definitley having trouble.

"Uh yeah, I'm actually looking for something for my--

And just like that I turned around right into the gaze of the reason I had been avoiding the diner like the plague.

There stood Micheal looking incredibly at home in the establishment. He was holding a couple of different cassettes and CDs and wearing a gray beenie, a plaid flannel over a worn Greenday t-shirt with his name tag straightly pinned o, a dark wash pair of jeans and a black broken in pair of Vans.

I almost chocked.

No.No, no, no. Nononono.

After the awkward rejection I had given Micheal one would think that once again he would recede further into his mystery and go MIA for at least a day or two, but surprisingly enough it was me that did the receeding. Not that I was mysterious... I just-- well, like I had previously mentioned. I hated awkward situations, and would do anything to avoid them.

Thus, my calling in sick to work for the past four days. I was a coward, I know. But I was perfectly okay with that.

He raised his eyebrows at me, and it was then that I realized that I had abruptly stopped talking and that my mouth was hanging open.

Snapping my mouth closed, I tried to grasp what I was saying before his ocean eyes knocked me over.

"Uh..."

He allowed a small quirk of his lips. He didn't smile much, but here he looked happier-- I could tell right away-- that's probably the only reason he allowed the small smile of pity to grace his lips, "Well... you've got the Beatles and you've got The 1975. They're both great, but I've heard that since that British afro guy.. uh who is he? Harry Styles-- yeah, him. Since he sent out this tweet about them they're getting a lot of recognition for this album. Mostly from thirteen year old fangirls might I add. So, for your boyfriend, I think the better, safer option is a classic."

I stood slightly awestruck. Did he just read my mind when I was thinking about Jeff or...?

"How'd you...?"

"I heard you mummbling to yourself..." he replied looking a little shy.

I frowned, "You followed me?"

He shook his head, "No, no. I just thought you looked familliar, and like you needed some help. I didn't know it was you though. Not until you turned around."

I nodded, "Oh. Well... um thanks."

I was about to turn and leave when he spoke up, "I hope he likes it, cause you're definitely putting a lot of thought into it. And it's the thought that counts... oh and by the way, Bruno Mars is pretty great for pop."

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A/N: Hey guys, so I'm alive. For any of you still remotely interested in this little story thing I'm doing here, here's a short little thing to get you by. Sorry if the length is dissapointing, but idk it's just that kinda story. A story full of little bits and pieces of their interaction.

I'm like seriously sorry for going MIA with my writing, but I just had to pick like 827548235 honors classes and get myself involved in a sport smhh it's crazy tbh. My first year of highschool and I'm already about 567.5% done. So yeah, hope you guys are doing good though. (:

Don't forget to vote, comment and follow-- the support is seriously what pushes me to try to write despite my hectic schedule ♥

~luckyon3 aka Sarah

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P.S. Song on the side is Valarie, the Bruno Mars cover