His auburn hair swung around his neck as he laughed, his pink plush lips played myriads of melodies in my head.
The way the sun kissed his slightly tan face made me want to dive into the sea of his eyes and never come out. I just wan..
"Hello?..."
The cashier snapped in my face trying to get my attention. I must have zoned out staring at Brandon.
'THE BRANDON WEST'
He has been my crush since 3rd grade. Of all teen boy band artists and of all time.
"You looking at him?"
The cashier asks nodding at Brandon.
I dont respond.
"Heh, pretty hot stuff right..."
"Just do your job honey! "
I snap and the red on the cashiers cheeks and neck are undeniable as hell.
I start to feel sorry for her but I am not allowed to dwell on that too long.
*beep*beep*
"What's going on? "
I ask not really wanting a response.
"Seems like little miss savage here just got declined."
It's time for the cashiers revenge
And like it isn't bad enough Brandon starts to walk over. With a smirk on her face the cashier, or Susan, as her name tag says, begins to make a scene.
"No, try it again it can't decline! "
I argue.
"Haha. I'm sorry Missy but you gon' either return that store you just bought piece by piece or you gonna have to pay Ę2,564.77
In hard gems.
Just as I open my mouth to comeback I hear the worst yet best sound of my life; Brandon's voice.
"What's going on here? Suz'"
Apparently he knows her. Bummer!
"Well B," she addresses him fondly; how dare she talk to MY Brandon like that " Little miss too savage to pay her own bills over here debit card just got declined."
"Oh shut the hell up!"
I finally get out if my daze.
"Do you know who my dad is? I'm calling him," I say pulling out my phone "and he's gonna come shut this place right up... "
my words are caught in my mouth when Brandon takes out his credit card and gives Susan.
For a second the floor spins beneath me and the look on Susan's face tells me I am not the only one whose caught off-guard by his gesture.
"Umm...what should I do with this? "
Susan asks, confusion written all over her face.
"Oh, put her expenses and this,"
He slides a snickers bar across the counter
"on my tab. "
"What?!"
I ask dreading the finality in his voice. This is the guy I've always had fantasies about and I'm not about to let him pat my bills and look like a total douche in his eyes.
"You need help with your bags?"
He asks a smirk appearing on his face.
His smile is dazzling and I'd love to stare at it for longer, but I have to get out of this.
"Hold on a second I have to clear some things up."
I gesture to Susan. I have to call my dad and find out what the hell just happened to my debit card.
"Robyn, how's ya day goin'? "
"what did you do to my debit card Jermaine?"
I can't imagine he has the nerve to act all innocent.
"Heh, kiddo. Y'know how you spent a good quarter of my wardrobe allowance right after spendin' all o' yours last year in Beijirn? Well I wasn't about to let that happen again so I didn't put that many gems in that account. I left you with about five hundred and sixty four Emmys. You can spend nothing more than that for now and it will be renewed by the end of the week.
Buh-bye now. "
"WHAT?"
I yelled into the receiver as he cut the line.
How could he do this to me? I mean the Ę5000 he always left me with was complain worthy. Notch!
"Hello? "
Brandon's fingers wag in my face and I realize I was staring into thin air.
I unclench my fists and smile through gritted teeth.
"um, I'm fine...was just... "
"Yeah, but are you fine with me paying? Or.. y'know? "
Brandon asks.
I really want that beats by Dr Bre headset. And that fashion noza choker and that... Oh my Notch I want everything on those five carts!
But no! My pride wouldn't let me have em.
Before I can over think it I order my body guards Gunther and Jeremy to take them back to their stores. For now I'll just have half a cart.
Bummer!
"Thanks a lot... Brandon, but I can.. I think I can pay for.. um these myself.
But thanks anyway. I'll just sort my self out. "
I glare at Susan as she packs my cart.
"Brandon! You coming or what? "
I hear a voice and look in its direction.
Damn! About four guys just as legit as Brandon stand by the doorway.
Oh, those are Jonas, Will, and Damon Brandon's band. I can't quite recognize the last guy, maybe he's the drummer or something.
"So... I'll just go now... I guess?"
Brandon sighs.
"Yeah. "
I say as Gunther pushes my cart out to the park.
It's barely 03:50 and I'm already this exhausted.
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