It isn't "cool" to start crushing on a girl. Especially on a girl you don't know a single thing about. Jason couldn't stop criticizing himself, arguing with his immediate attraction toward Reyna. Ugh, he thought, I sound like a teenage romance novel. And if there was one thing Jason Miller refused to be apart of, was a teenage romance novel. That morning, Jason dressed as normal, loose fitting grey sweater and black jeans that were "distressed." He honestly couldn't care how he dressed. The sweaters reminding him of his late father who died due to a failed heart transplant. The jeans were a choice simply by preference to baggy pants. He couldn't stand the things. Slipping into a pair of light blue sneakers and Jason was out the door. His walk to work was unusually quiet for New York, however it was familiar to Jason. He walked in the wee hours of the morning some days, basking in the rare horn honk and the rustle of the rare trees. The only places he knew of that had more than a tree every mile, was Time Square, Central Park and a random patch that he passed in his daily routine. The wind jostled his naturally unruly brown hair, gaining a sigh out of the tired boy. No matter his wishes to become a morning person, he could never grasp the concept. Jason, was a night owl. He never liked to call it insomnia, but it was a similar sensation. The inability to sleep, no matter his eagerness to. The Home offered graveyard shifts so they were able to serve those few who were up at twelve at night. So, when he arrived at the small shop, the lights were on but dimmed considerably. He walked in, the bell jingling. He strutted to the counter, and placed the black apron around his waist. The thin cloth only covered his thighs, deemed pointless to multiple of the workers. Laying behind the counter, was Emma. Black hair tied up in an awfully amusing bun. Body dressed in small shorts and a sweatshirt, both decorated with cupcakes. Jason stifled a snort at the girl in front of him. How dare she act intimidating toward him?
"Emma." He cooed, shaking her slightly. Like a rocket, the girl shot into the air and landed on her feet, leaving an impressed and slightly smug look on Jason's face.
"Ugh, I'm too tired to hit that look off your face." She said with a huff, squeezing her eyes shut briefly, before leaving. The bell signaling her exit. Jason rolled his eyes, shook his head, breathed a laugh out, and starting work. As he walked aimlessly through his day, he couldn't help the disgusted feeling that erupted inside him whenever he caught himself checking the door for Reyna. He didn't even know her. He just met her. He didn't know her. He didn't know her.
Oh, how right he was.
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
