Solby Oneshots

Cute cashiers and record shops

Colby's POV

"Perfect boys with their perfect lies! Nobody want's to hear you sing about tragedies!"

I walk into the local record shop to be introduced to one of my favorite songs by Fall Out Boy, but the cashier singing along to the song seems to be overpowering the beautiful voice of Patrick Stump.

I roll my eyes with obvious amusement.

Well ... The thing is, he kind of has a good singing voice, so I'm not complaining.

The cashier seems to have blonde hair and blue eyes that weirdly twinkle at me every time I catch a glance at him rearranging the records.

I really want to get to know the him.

He seems like the type of guy who will buy you a latte and take you to his house just so he can play Dance Dance Revolution with you.

In result, I somehow end up bluntly grabbing an album by Billy Joel, and walk over to the counter with full confidence all over my face.

To be truthful, I don't even know who Billy Joel even is.

The employee switches the radio up a little bit, and dances while on his way to the cash register. Still singing, he takes the Billy Joel album and scans it.

"Uh, hello?" I say, trying go get his attention.

"You'll never catch us, so just let me be–O-Oh, hi! I didn't see you there." He rambles nervously, clearing his throat.

"That'll be five ninety nine. You're cute by the way–wait, did I seriously just say that? I'm sorry—"

I laugh at the nervous boy's choice of introductory words.

"I'm Colby. What's your name, cute cashier boy?" I ask, trying to help recover him from his awkward approach.

The cashier takes my money, putting it in the cash register. "Well, my name is Sam. Sam Golbach, for instance. Does my name sound familiar at all?"

"Not really." I reply, trying to think, soon smiling with amusement. "Wait, aren't you the cashier at this store?"

Sam laughs with amusement and a little bit of annoyance at my obvious question. "Very funny, Colby."

Sam writes on the receipt, then gives it to me, giving me a very fishy looking smirk.

I decide to look at the receipt. I read every inch of it, and then flip it over.

" (***) - **** - **** " I read internally, raising my eyebrow at the sight.

"Did you just give me your phone number?" I ask Sam.

He nods. "Yeah, maybe we can ... you know ... make out and listen to Fall Out Boy sometime." He smirk at me and wiggles his eyebrows.

I smirk back at him and turn around.

"Maybe sometime, Golbach."

I walk out the store completely forgetting to take the album.

Well, at least I let the cute cashier jump for joy.