Completed.
"Keep your head up Princess, your tiara is falling."
"Did you really try to comfort me with that line?"
"Well. Is it working?"
"What do you think? No, it's not."
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When Cassidy graduated high school she never thought anyone would...
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"Special delivery for a teenage boy." A voice said at the counter of the beach bar.
The only teenage boy looked up, confused. "I'm the only one working, I didn't order anything. You sure you're at the right place?"
The delivery person pulled down on its hat, weirdly keeping her face covered. "Um," she lifted the clipboard up to her face, "Yeah, if this is the Beach Shack."
"Alright." He shrugged before brushing back his bangs. "Do you by chance know who ordered it? Like so I could repay them?" He finished slowly keeping his eyes on her. Attempting to figure out why she was hiding.
A sudden realization washed over him. "Oh, I'm Owen, by the way," he said and stuck his hand out.
The delivery woman shook her head quickly when he was still talking. "Nope, don't know who its from. But it does say not to let you pay them back."
He recoiled back, both confused by her sudden reaction and how he could get a good look at her. It was weird, she didn't respond with her name. Even weirder he didn't know her.
He is a pretty popular guy. Owen knows basically everyone in the tiny town of his. This 'delivery girl' was already causing suspicion. He couldn't remember an one recently moving here.
"Alright," he ended up saying. A quick nod from him followed his statement. "Um, thank you. I guess?"
"No problem. The box is outside. I'll be right back. In the meantime, could you sign this for me?" She handed him her clipboard.
"Sure. I will still be here. If you need me, just shout out," he awkwardly said.
While she practically ran as fast as she could, Owen looked at the paper. To be honest, it looked like someone made this sheet by themself. And not professionally. All it really had was a place for the receiver to sign their name and date it.
There was a optional address section, but it didn't need to be filled out if it wasn't wanted.
"Here you go." The girl was back with a rather decent size box, one that she seemed to have difficulty carrying.
"Hold on, let me help you," he said setting the clipboard down after signing it and rushing over to her.
"No, it's fine. I got it." She didn't really get it. She sounded winded and her struggling proved it.
"Alright, alright," Owen said with his hands raised in the surrender position.
With one final and big huff, the box landed on the counter.
"Phew, I'm not kidding when I say that is heavy. Looks can be deceiving." She reached up to wipe her forehead, but stopped mid way.
Owen nodded. Even if he was pretty popular, he was never very good at talking and holding a conversation.
A phone started ringing. Owen's was on silent and in the back of the shack. So he knew it wasn't his. Plus the shack was pretty empty. Just the two of them and a guy in the back completely in his own world.
"Huh, I guess that's me ain't it?" she said already reaching into her back pocket.
"Uh-huh," Owen mumbled.
His eyes kept drifting from the box and to the girl. Back and forth and back and forth. There was no doubt he was curious about all of this. He just didn't want to be rude, so he decided to wait until she would leave.
"Okay, that was my boss. I have to go, hope you like the package." she waved. "Bye Owen, have a good rest of your day!"
"Bye to you too," he exclaimed waving a little too frantically. "Hey! I never got your name!"
"You'll find out soon enough. Trust me, I have a feeling!" Then she was gone with no other words.
Owen shrugged and made his way over to the counter. He was beyond excited to see what it was. Owen doesn't get mail that often. And to have it delivered to his workplace was a whole nether deal.
When the box finally opened after a long and unreal struggle with the tapping, - seriously, there had to be about fifty layers on it. Owen couldn't help, but smile and gasp lightly.
Inside was a two liter bottle of strawberry Fanta pop, there was also at least ten things of 100 Grand candy bars. Plus a bucket load more of all his favorite things. Ranging from his favorite pair of socks to a uncut version of his favorite movie.
There was only one person Owen could think of who could do this.
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Hello Readers!
I wanted to do something different than the other short dialogue stories. I decided that, every five chapters I will be doing a 'scene', as I call it.
I hope you guys have been enjoying my book so far. And, hopefully, keep enjoying it.
