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Chapter 4

"(Y/n), really, thank you so much for these past few days. You've been doing nothing but wasting your time helping me since I got discharged." Riley said, smiling at you with a small glimmer in his dull eyes.

"Okay, it's about time you stopped saying that. You are not wasting my time, I am not wasting my time. The one thing I have plenty of is time. Ever since I graduated I have had nothing but time. Therefore, I must use that time wisely, as my high school teachers always bugged me about." You grin, brushing a stray wisp of hair out of your face. "And how am I going to use this time? By helping you out, of course. It's not like you're completely over that possessive little son of a bitch yet, so the last thing I'd want to do is leave you alone, okay? You're just gonna have to deal with me crashing here everyday, ta?"

It's almost closing hours now, and you've just been helping him cleaning up the place and straightening out the products, as well as stealing some snacks. You take a bite out of a mars bar, and just as you bend over to pick up a fallen box of snickers, the bell above the door jingles, signaling a customer.

"Um... sorry to disturb you, is this place still open...?" A guy walked in, shaking off some leaves and brushing through his silky, silver hair with his finger.

"Oh! Have I met you before? I felt like I have."

"Yeah, I think you're the girl who bumped into me a while back. Pink duffel bag, yeah?"

"Yeah! That's me." You said, and seeing as Riley obviously isn't feeling like talking yet, you start talking for him. "We're still open for another 20 minutes, is there anything in particular you needed?"

"Yes, I would like to just grab some batteries and a first aid kit please."

"Sure, they're riiight over there." You point to a slightly dusty shelf near the back, having forgotten to dust it off earlier this morning.

He walks over, grabs the items he needed - nothing more, nothing less - and walks back, placing the items down on the counter for you to scan. You run the scanner across the barcode, then putting the items into a small plastic bag.

"That would be $14.50."

"Okay." He said, fumbling with his pockets and finally pulling out a $20 note. "Keep the change."

"Hey, what's your name?" Riley spoke up suddenly, almost giving you a heart attack.

"Klaus."

"Klaus... Huh, lovely name. Just like you."

You stood there, shook to the bone. "Is... is that allowed...??"

Riley grinned, throwing a mini paper plane at Klaus, who struggled quite a lot to keep it in his hands. "Here's my number, feel free to hit me up."

Klaus looked shocked, and you don't blame him. But whatever expression he had on was quickly replaced by a slight smirk, as he walked over to Riley and placed a sticky note on his forehead. Where did that note even come from? How did Klaus write up his number in such a short time? Does he always carry around sticky notes with his phone number on it?

"And here's mine. Feel free to call me."

And there Riley goes, smiling again. He's smiling so dazzling you could file charges for blinding a customer, but you won't, because one a lawyer is expensive, and two you know he's a broke millennial too.

Klaus opened the door, the wind blowing up his coat and revealing a pair of slender legs clad in sleek trousers that could make anyone jealous. Especially you. Now you want to cry.

"Bye guys." Klaus said, winking at Riley.

"Bye-byee!" Riley said, batting his lashes and throwing an even bigger wink back at Klaus.

You can't even begin to sigh at these two. They literally met today, and those damn hormones are already kicking in. You still say goodbye to Klaus though, because your momma didn't raise no douchebag.

Once Klaus left, you turn to Riley with a Cheshire grin, dancing and twirling around his reddening face. "That was. Beyond. Cliche. I am disappointed, Riley, you utter hoe. How do you flirt like that! And Klaus! He just... gave you his number? Just like that? Wow!"

Riley sunk down beneath your gaze and taunts, looking as though he'd like to burn a hole through the ground and hide there forever. "Oh, my god. I'm a thot. Did I just do that. How did I just do that. (Y/n), I think the hoe gods are calling my name, is this how I got his number so easily? Am I turning into an actual hoe god?"

"Looks like somebody is gonna ascend to the godly dimension anytime now. Maybe there you'll find true love? A handsome hunk who's gonna screw you senseless?" You really can't do this anymore. You're currently dying on the floor, slapping the ground like a retarded seal, each word that comes out of that sinful mouth of yours broken up by a never ending stream of laughter. "But don't worry! I'll make sure to pray for your ass every single morning!"

"(Y/N)!! YOU FILTHY! I will wash out your brain with bleach and then stab my own eyeballs!"

"Ha! Bleach is useless against me! I have that for breakfast every morning!"

"Oh no! How did I not realise that? Of course bleach is useless! We're gonna need something more potent to kill you! How about... I burn all of your merch?"

"!"