drawings

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Tyler's POV

I woke up, and decided on a nice hot shower.
I stepped in, happily embracing the comforting feeling of the warm water.

I had to go to work today, and my job was something I actually looked forward to.
I got dressed in my basic uniform, which was black pants and my 'Treble Tones' shirt, and began my walk to work.
I glanced down at my arms, frowning when I don't see any new drawings. 
I take out a pen and jot down some lyrics,
"I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath"
Yeah, that sounds good.
I clocked in and began my first tasks.
I stocked everything, cleaned up, and went back behind the counter. At least all of that wasted an hour.

I hear the bell ding, indicating someone coming in, "Hello! Welcome to Treble Tones." I say, following the normal rules.
As usual, there isn't a reply back, so I go back to my journal, continuing to jot more lyrics.
I check my arm, again, and notice a heart to my written lyrics. I feel myself actually smiling a genuine smile.

Hearing footsteps approach, I look up and lock eyes with the yellow-haired guy I saw the day before.

I pretended to not recognize him, "Are you finding everything okay?"
"I was actually looking for drumsticks."

I cleared my throat, shocked at the sudden attraction to his voice, "Anything specific?"
"I chose some, but I can't decide which design is best."

I step out from behind the counter and notice his eyes examining me from top to bottom, but I shook it off and followed him to the aisle of drum equipment. 
He pointed out a few designs, one was red, one had two skeletons on it, and one looked the same bright yellow as his hair.
"How about I give you a buy one get one deal if you go with the two I choose?"
The guy nods and smiles, his cheeks tinting pink.
I grab the bright yellow ones and the ones with the two skeletons and walk back to the register. 
I ring them up with the discount, "$9.37, please."
He hands me his money, and I hand him back his change. 
When he grabbed his change, his hand grabs mine, and I could swear I almost felt sparks. 
I don't make eye contact with him after that and then I tell him to have a good day. He lingers for a little bit but grabs his bag and leaves. 

After my shift, I walk back home and enjoy the slight breeze.
I look at my arm again and see a drawing of an alien, and laugh to myself. I put a heart next to it and hope for a kind response. 

I see something rude instead
"I don't want you as my soul mate."
I understand, though, because I hate me, too.
"I understand, I apologize." I write back. 
When I get home, I wash all of my writings off and lay in bed, just staring at the ceiling.