Misbehave // Alex Gaskarth

Chapter Six ~ Twenty Dollars

Song; My Heroine - The Maine

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Monday morning, I got up at seven-thirty and prepared for my first day at the bookstore. Joey said that we didn't have any specific uniforms, just a name tag with our name, obviously. I dressed in a grey v-neck, light jeans and my red vans. Since it was hot outside, I tied my hair into a pony tail and smothered on a bit more deodorant than necessary. Myra was still sleeping and if it weren't for the fact that Emily offered to watch her, I would have had to wake her and bring her to work with me.

The more I got to know Emily, the more I sympathized the poor girl. After the party on Friday, I picked up Myra early Saturday morning and paid Emily for watching her all night. Originally, I had planned to just be at the party for a few hours. Clearly, that didn't happen and I woke up in Alex's bed. Although the memory of Friday night was still fuzzy, I can not stress how relieved I was to see that I was still wearing clothes- my clothes.

When I woke up that morning, I stayed behind and helped clean up the place. I felt bad for Alex because he had to pick up so much trash that was left by other strangers. Alex refused to acknowledge me that morning, but I didn't mind. Jack kept the mood light with his endless jokes and he kept telling me stories about the past post-party clean ups. He said that the amount of times they've had to kick out a naked guy sleeping in the bathtub was too much to count. I was just glad I didn't have to witness that. I could happily live the rest of my life without having to see a flaccid penis of a drunken stranger.

The drive to the bookstore felt shorter than expected. I parked my car near the entrance and headed inside. Joey was rearranging books on the shelf, pop music played in the background of the store. The bells rung over my head, signaling my arrival. Joey turned to look in my direction, a smile grew on his lips. "Hey," he said, wiping his hands over the fabric of his dark jeans. "Mornin'."

"Good morning," I smiled and headed behind the counter. Joey explained that the first thing he did every morning was unpack the boxes in the back and place the new books on the shelf with the 'New Arrivals' sign posted over it. I grabbed the box from underneath the counter and tore it open with Joey's pocket knife. I quickly recognized the song that played around us, smiling at the familiar voices. "I didn't know you liked this type of music." I admitted.

Back turned to me, Joey laughed and continued arranging the books. He turned around, smiling sheepishly. "I have a weakness for hot British men in nice clothes." He said with a shrug. I laughed as I grabbed a stack of untouched books from the white box. Joey grabbed a ladder from the back room and I handed him the books. He began rearranging them on the very top shelf.

The reason why Joey needed a ladder was because he was fairly short. I stood barely past 5'1" and Joey was not very taller than I. "My brother makes fun of my height all the time," he said, a smile on his face. "I think he's just jealous because I'm the hotter twin."

"He's your twin?" I asked, genuinely surprised. Joey's brother, Jeffrey Grace was the owner of the store- that's all I knew about him. It was no surprise that I was curious to hear more about Joey's twin brother.

Nodding, Joey grabbed the next stack of books I'd brought over. "Yes, he is. We don't look like twins, though. We're those twins who you don't realize are twins until you actually look at them closely and then you're like 'Holy shit! They're twins!'" I laughed and he smiled. "Joey's taller than me, he's around 5'11", I think. His hair is also darker and he's got more muscle than I do. He works out a lot while I refuse to run. I'm serious, I will never run unless some psycho in a mask carrying a chainsaw is chasing me."

Joey sighed and climbed off the ladder. "Our personalities are nothing alike, too. He's more mature and likes to have things organized. God knows I can never keep anything organized. Well, beside books, of course." He smiled and I got the feeling that he didn't want to talk about his twin anymore, so I changed the subject.