They say finding love in a bookstore may be a
little cliche, but cliche or not, I will remember
my romantic encounter for a long while.
Copyright 2016 by Megan
[Storywritermeg on Wattpad]
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closer by chainsmokers ft. halsey during the scene where they are both cleaning up the books & playing around (tickling scene)
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[caution: badly edited]
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"HELLO, WELCOME toBooks & Such, have fun exploring the store, and if you need any help, my name is Claire," I say for the thousandth time today, greeting anyone who walks in.
I know, I know, maybe the phrase 'the thousandth time today' is a bit of an exaggeration, but even though I may sound irritated by this job, I'm actually not. This job has been my savior for the past few heart wrenching summer months. The books here help guide me to an alternate universe, away from my chaotic reality. Sometimes I can sit here all afternoon being drugged by all the wondrous novels surrounding me. To be able to make the decision to leave this job kills me more than it may seem. A part of me is upset that this is my last free summer in California before I head off to college in New York; I don't feel like I'm ready to leave the long scorching summers, nor the ravishing sights of the warm Pacific Ocean. The other part of me is eager to leave my hometown, away from my past insane high school memories.
"Miss Rayon, can you come out here for a second?"
I groan in annoyance. Ms. Quillian. The only thing that'll improve my job is to not have her as my boss.
I stroll out from behind the cash register counter, and towards Ms. Quillian, outside the front entrance.
"You called?" I remark a bit more sassy than intended as I approach her.
"Look at our store sign," she states as she gestures me to look up.
My eyes travel to the sign spelling out 'Books & Suc'.
"What about the sign, Ms. Quillian?" I question her, narrowing my eyes, forming a smirk where my polite smile once was.
"The 'h' in 'such' is faded, and I need you to repaint it. We have an author's book signing event tomorrow, Miss Rayon, and I really hope everything will be perfect for that event," she says in a demanding tone.
Repainting? In this blistering heat?
"Alright, where's the ladder and paint?" I hide an eye roll as I inquire her.
"It's in the storage room. But wait. I just want to thank you for helping me make this first book signing at this store perfect," she gratefully says, as she gives me a rapid hug and walks away.
