the phone exchange ; h.r

one

A good photo never comes out of the photo itself. Of course, the picture is of its own beauty but the real fascination comes from the beauty behind it.

Along with the story, I feel as if every artists takes a photo with a passionate, deep, dark, amazing story behind it.

I stand there with the wind blowing in my face as I set my camera at the correct angle to take the perfect picture.

Standing in the middle of the road would be dangerous, usually. Except the road I'm standing on is abandoned but it has so much story behind of it; that's the point.

I take a couple of pictures before I run out of space on my hard drive.

"Crap. Why didn't I clear this thing before I left." I groan. While carefully putting my camera back into my messenger bag I start to walk back home.

The walk isn't that long, only about 10 minutes away, but I don't mind. I love being outside.

Well, except when I'm not in my room watching Netflix.

When I get back into town I decide to stop at a local book store. Other than photography, I love reading. It's my escape from reality.

When I walk into the store I am greeted by the friendly clerk at the register. I know him personally.

"Hello babe" he smiles as I walk towards him. "Hey Sean" I return the smile and he engulfs me into a bear hug.

So maybe the friendly clerk happens to be my boyfriend.

I'm not complaining though, I get a free discount.

"So, I thought you were taking pictures for the art contest?" he asks. "Well I was and then I ran out of storage. Which sucks because I was getting great pictures." I sigh.

"Well I'm sure they are great-" his manager cuts him off, "Enough with the chit-chat Sean! Back to work."

"Hello Mr.Fresno" I beam as he walks around the corner. He is the owner of the shop and picks around with Sean and I all of the time, though I happen to be his best customer.

"Aubree! What a nice surprise. How's the Arizona weather treating ya?" he props up against the counter that Sean is standing behind.

"Great actually, it's perfect weather for amazing photos" I tell him. "Alright well I have to go, Sean, manage the fort while I'm gone?" Sean nods his head and in a flash, Mr.Fresno is out of the door.

"As I was saying," Sean smirks and rolls his eyes. "Ah, ah, ah, no time for chit-chat! I have to go find a book." I tease and walk towards the book stands.

Automatically the non-fiction section catches my attention. Not because of the books, because there is a boy who looks around my age sitting in a chair that is facing a window; reading.

His hood covers up his hair but little edges are peaking out above his ear and it looks almost brown.

Just by admiring him, I can tell he has a story. More than likely, an interesting one.

Without putting much thought into it, I take out my phone camera. Though it may not be as good as my actual camera, it works for what I need it for.

I align the angle just right and snap the picture.

It's a great picture, yes. But me, being my clumsy, socially awkward self, I forgot to turn the flash off and as soon as I take the picture, the boy turns his head and his eyes meet mine almost instantly.

I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. The boy only smiles and stands up.

He has green colored eyes from what I can tell.