I timidly took my new boss’ extended hand, “Hey Everly Kapowski I’m Jeremy Hoult nice to meet you!” he said brightly. He was tall and lean almost like a life sized string bean, but he was cute, in a dorky kind of way or in a crack head sort of way. His longish brown hair was parted down the middle and tucked behind his pointy ears. He rubbed his baby soft chin and glanced around the massive bookstore, whose amazing and breathtaking mass of books have not yet settle in. It was rows and rows of wooden stands filled with books of every shape, color, and size.
I’m guessing he noticed me gaping, “Pretty cool huh?” I nodded not taking my eyes off the area behind him. “Follow me.” He smiled warmly and pulled me up the staircase to a whimsical floor. “Oh my God! This is sick!” I squealed and ran around the crazy book stands. They were morphed and there was this tunnel consisting of pure books!
This was like part Alice in Wonderland-book version- and part acid trip! I roamed aimlessly and wandered under the tunnel and walked beneath it amazed until Jeremy stood in front of me, tattered Guns N’ Roses T-shirt and grimy jeans looking starched due to the blinding lights that hung above us, “Okay enough diddle daddle, you’re manning the cash register okay?”
I groaned. I’d much rather be here upstairs exploring this amazing labyrinth, if you will. Jeremy cocked his eyebrow in a precarious way, “I mean would you much rather going to the attic to slave over tons and tons of dusty boxes?”
“No thank you!” I chuckled and skipped downstairs and stood behind the cash register and of course the counter was made of stacks of books!
The rest of my day proved to be uneventful, except for Jeremy and I’s Starbucks break. With a caramel Frappuccino in hand he showed me the rest of the place and I was completely blown away! I mean this place had secret doors and hallways and every corner was another adventure into the amazing world of great literature!
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“Yeah well my dad was a book junkie and he was always said, ‘Jeremy, like a good book a good bookstore should be one you can get lost in!’” He impersonated an elderly man’s voice. We crackled loudly as a couple costumers glanced our way. Finally a girl about my age placed half a dozen books on the counter and peeked around to see if there was anyone who’d help her with her purchase. I jumped up immediately and jogged up to cash register. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “About time. I mean who makes their customers wait like this?”
I snorted loudly and she shot me a look of disgust, “I’m sorry I made you wait 3.4 seconds ma lady.” I snapped sarcastically.
She ignored my comment and took out a credit card and slid it across the machine and punched in her numbers. “Look be a good low class worker and accept my damn card ok? Can you do that?”
She flicked the blonde waterfall of hair over her shoulder. I snickered, “What’s so funny?” she smacked
“Nothing funny just surprising, I didn’t think you’d be able to read.” I admit that was a bit cruel, but God she pushed all the wrong buttons and you know she had it coming.
“These aren’t for me, but I’ll have you know I read a year above my grade level.”
“Which is 5th?” I snickered, she opened her mouth to retort but Jeremy came and swooped in, “Uh Everly I think some books fell behind the row and I need someone with small hands to reach for it.” He ordered as he accepted the girl card.
I begin to stalk off and I happen to catch Jeremey say, “Thank you Stacey Dawn and come again soon.”
My insides burned with a fiery passion and I felt as if the wind got knocked out of me. Stacey? Oh good God no. Fuck Eve get a damn grip! You live in Los Angeles for Christ sakes! There’s probably thousands of slutty Stacey’s roaming around!
“Hey sugar mouth, what was that about?” Jeremy caught up to me, but I didn’t answer. “It’s better to air things out you know.”
“She was rude okay? I wasn’t going to let that bimbo talk to me as if I were a maid her daddy got her okay?” I answered matter of factly. Jeremy gave me an understanding look, “It’s okay kiddo, but remember customers are what pay our checks. So if you ever get into that kind of pickle again call me and I’ll take over.” He swung his arm around my shoulder and squeezed lightly.
After work I used the nifty bus system and managed to-in less than 15 minutes- find my way home, just how Naylan instructed. Once I got to our floor I dug around the plant that stood graciously waiting for me and found the key, “I’m surprised she hasn’t been robbed.” I joked and entered the flat. It didn’t look too messy, which I thanked God it wasn't.
>>>>> That's just the tunnel of the book store if you want more pics search up the labyrinth above the last book store! :)
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FanfictionI was sunshine and he was rain. My parade and I marched on confidently, but deep inside me I hoped, wished, even prayed he'd drizzle himself over me and my parade.
