Don't leave me alone// joshler

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My "mom" took me to the thrift shop to buy some new clothes because I was growing out of the old one I had ever since I was 7.
I snuck out for a couple minutes while she was asking some lady where something was. I went to this cool record store I read the sign to when we first drove past.
Though I didn't have any money, I enjoyed the aesthetically pleasing array of records they had lined up on a shelf.
"You looking for anything specific" a red haired guy asked from behind the counter.
My heart fluttered, only because I haven't had much human encounter in a long time.
I ignored and kept wondering.
"You're new aren't you?" He asked, and this time I nodded.
"Do you have any money?" He walked closer toward me. I shook my head.
"Here" he handed me a small case that read Elvis Presley....King.
"You can borrow this, and come back for a new one once your ready" he patted my shoulder, and once again I could feel my heart racing.
"T-T-Thanks" I managed to stutter out.
I ran back next door with the fairly large cd under my shirt.
"Tyler. Come here" my "mom said, holding a horrendous green colored shirt up to my stomach to measure.
"You get 4 shirts and 2 pairs of pants, pick out whatever" she left me to my leisure to look around.
I grabbed a couple of things off the rack, then joined her at the register.
When we got home, I immediately threw the bag of clothes into the corner of my room.
I put the cd under my pillow next to my journal.
My most prized possessions lay right under my nose.
I admired how clear the case was, how beautiful the lettering on it appeared, and the guy that gave me it.
Maybe he could be a possession of mine soon.