After all of that, work was over. I packed my bag and left the shop. I started walking home, as usual. When I got home my mom was cooking food.
"Hey mom I'm home." I called to her as I took my jacket off.
"Hi sweetie! How was work?" she asked.
"Good, whatcha making?" I asked.
"Pasta, your favourite!" she exclaimed.
"Haha thanks mom." I said and entered my room.
I took of my shoes, jacket, etc. I just plopped on my bed and thought about that boy. I mean, who was he? He was kind of cute, I guess. I was for some reason very interested in him, and who he was. Maybe he's a scientist, with a crazy mind, and just buys music to jam out to while taking apart a human brain. Or maybe he's a leader of a band! Maybe even an astronaut, who's been to space millions of times. Who was I kidding, I almost knew I would never see him again.
That's the thing I hate the most about all of this, I want to know more about him. Why was he so nice to someone he's never met?
This was the craziest saturday yet! Couldn't get much crazier than this. My mom entered my room, interrupting my thoughts.
"Are you okay sweetheart? you look stressed out. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here." She said. For some reason my mom always worries about everyone and everything, she always asks if your too cold or hot, if you want vanilla or chocolate, if your happy or sad, anything really.
"Yeah! I'm great actually, just really tired." I said and shut my eyes.
I guess I just passed out, because I woke up in the morning in my bed, under all my blankets. I looked around my room and saw all my familiar posters.
"Rebeca you work early today! Better start getting ready!" My dad said.
My dads a really happy, fun guy. He always makes everyone laugh, through the ups and the downs, he was always the person that could cheer you right up. But another thing to know about my dad, is that he is an early bird, and a workaholic. He wakes up at 6:00 in the morning and is always thirty minutes early, always is awake and ready for anything! I really wish I was always as enthusiastic as my dad is, I'm lazy and always tired.
"Getting up!" I yelled back, really not wanting to move at all.
But of course I had to get up, and had to get ready for work, as I usually do every Sunday morning. I brushed my hair, took a shower, did my makeup, ate, you know the usual.
"I'm leaving now! Bye mom, bye dad!" I yelled and exited through the door.
I was just walking down the side walk, holding my bag, and wrapping my cozy sweater around myself.
Some stranger bumped my bag right out of my hands.
"Hey! Thanks alo-" before I could see another word, I realized who it was. It was that boy I kept day dreaming about last night.
"You again!" we both said, at the exact same time.
He helped me put back all the stuff in my bag that fell out of it.
"So sorry about that! I'm just clumsy" He said and smiled a bit.
"Your the boy at the music store yesterday? Right?" I asked.
"Yeah! Your that pretty girl there, right?" He said.
I laughed a bit.
"Guess so!" I said back.
For some reason I was so happy to see him again, and it seemed like he was happy to see me too. We barely even knew eachother, but it feels like we've been friends for years.
"Where you headed?" I asked, presuming he was going to the music store too.
"Back to the music store, you too, eh?" He said back.
I just nodded and smiled. We both walked to the store, together.
