Insomniac

Michael

extremely unedited

☽m.6☾

It was Wednesday aka my day to close up shop. Closing time was ten, but the record store always emptied out around seven. Come to think of it, it was never really full. Not many people in this town could apprecieate the hole-in-the-wall place. Even though the town was small, it's people were surprisinly up to date with technology. And who needed to haul their lazy selves to a store when they could just download the latest songs from iTunes, or better yet pirate it?

Now I was all for saving money, and yes I had downloaded my fair share of music illegally, but there was just somthing about having it on a CD or a cassette or if you wanted to get real old school-- a record.

I could spend my every waking hour here. I don't understand why one wouldn't, it was great here for numerous reasons. For one, it always smelled like gingerbread cookies and coffee in here thanks to Holly's coffee addiction. Then there was of course, the awesome music that was always spilling from the speakers placed all over the store. It was a good place to get your thoughts together. Always ideal when I needed to get a handle on school work. The married owners Marty and Holly, were the best bosses you could have. They made me food, and honestly treated me like I was their kid. Their son Andy who worked here was the funniest guy on the planet, and the best to be around. And to top it all off, the Diner was only a few blocks away. So basically the vibe here was great.

I would take every shift if Marty and Holly weren't constanly urging me to, I quote, "get out more". Marty liked to be subtle with a, "maybe you should take a day off this week" but Holly was always blunt, "you're not getting any younger, Michael, get outta here", and then there was my personal favourite, "you're so young and good looking, I'm sure girls are just throwing themselves at you".

I laughed everytime.

I checked my watch that read eleven forty six. I figured since I spent my whole day there it was time to leave. So I cleared the cash register bringing everything to the back, tidied up, shut the lights and locked up.

My feet already knew where I was going. And before I could think too much about it, I was heading to the diner.

I found myself thinking about Sam, and annoyingly enough sorta hoping she'd be there tonight. Even kinda getting... excited about seeing her. She was just so cute. Annoyingly so. Even more annoying the fact that she had a boyfriend.

It was a complete bummer. Really, was it too much to ask for one pretty girl to be single? I wasn't picky about my type of girl. In fact I didn't have a type, but it was hard to come across a girl like Sam. Even though I didn't know her too well, I knew that for a fact.

As I crossed the threshhold, the bell jingling over my head, I sighed content, then proceeded to chuckle at myself. It really didn't take much to make me happy. Just edible food, and good music, and the diner had both-- the soft John Mayher playing was a testiment to this as well as the menu that was an absolute foodgasm.

"Hey there cutie," Flo, a waitress who I'd become familiar with in the last few weeks called to me.

I rolled my eyes, she was too flirtatious for her own good, and while she was funny-- trust me she was a riot-- it took a lot to handle her and deflect her saucy advances.

"Flo," I greeted a tad curt.

She huffed, her lips turning into a pout, arms crossing, "Fine, I'll get Sam. But gosh dammit, if you're gonna be obsessed with her and not me, at least make your move already pretty boy."

I frowned, feeling my face heat up like the steaming cup of coffee she grudgingly put in front of me. I wasn't obsessed.

"Wait she's back?" I questioned.

"Yeah."

I felt my heart leap, and my stomach flip for this girl, Sam, that I had no right feeling this way for.

Since when did I start thinking in sappy oneliners? Jeez...forget I said that. In fact, I thought, I will pay someone to enflict upon me physical pain. Cause I have just reached a new level of utter gay.

A/N: before you have a heartattack, the word gay wasn't meant to be offensive, but tbh it's just how guys, and well... teens talk today and I don't want there to be a difference between his monolouge and Sam's. Right now I don't think there is much of a difference. So I'm working on it.

~luckyon3

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