bailey;
as my eyes flicker open, I smile, knowing it's the weekend and I can do whatever I want.
I suddenly feel the urge to get poptarts for breakfast.
I look down at my clothes or pajamas, considering I slept in them. an oversized gray long sleeve shirt with my black joggers.
I shrug, not awful. I put on a bralette and slip on my nikes.
I brush my hair quickly and grab my keys.
"good morning." my mom smiles at me, as my little brother, hunter, looks up at me.
"hey bay." he squeals, as I smile at my 4 year old brother.
"hey hunt. mom i'm going to go grab some poptarts i'll be right back."
"okay honey."
I nod and head out of the door, and drive down to the small local supermarket not too far from my house.
I park and go inside, and the familiar scent of twizzlers and coke fill my nose.
"good morning bailey." john, the owner, calls to me.
I look over at the old man and give a small wave. I come here all the time.
"do you happen to have any fudge sunday poptarts?" I ask, and he nods, heading to the back. I look through all the candy as i'm waiting, and I hear the door open.
"hey john." and all too familiar voice calls, and I freeze.
of course when I run into him I look like this.
shoot.
I manage to not move, and pretend like I don't hear him.
"bailey?" he calls, and I turn around, pretending I didn't hear him, again.
"bails?"
"oh, hi joey." i whisper, and a smile lights up his whole face.
"why are you here?"
"poptarts." I grin, and he nods.
"I came to get some chocolate for sophie. you know how girls are when they're on their -uh- thing." he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.
I try not to make eye contact seeing as I have on no makeup.
"that's sweet of you." I hum, shifting through the candy.
"uh, thanks?"
"mhm." I respond, looking for peanut butter m&ms.
"hey so my mom wants you to babysit again."
I nod. "sure. when?"
"I don't know." he licks his lips and looks at me in the eye.
"all I know is, i'll have to 'accidentally' come home." he smirks, and heat rises to my cheeks.
"I got them!!" john calls.
thank you god.
I pay for them and walk out the door, heading to my car as the cold air hits my rosy warm cheeks.
"wait." I hear his rough voice call, and I turn around.
"yeah?" I say, still not looking at him.
"can I have your number?" he smirks.
I snort.
"in your dreams birlem."
he rolls his eyes as I hop in my car and start to pull off.
"pleeeeaseeeee??"
"find it yourself." I wink, and drive off, leaving him behind me.
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I get home and set the bag on the counter as I wrap open the package and eat a poptart.
"so i'm taking it you found the right ones?" my mom chuckles, and all I can manage to do is nod.
