A Living, Breathing Bullet Through My Unsuspecting Heart

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Work sux. 

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I set down my phone when my mom stops texting me to get back to nursing stupid kids who fall of their bikes back to health. Life at a gas station is as dull as watching grass die, and with all of the extra time on my hands I find that my mind likes to wonder away from my black hair clad skull and drift into the clouds. I've gotten yelled at by the boss twice from completely ignoring a customer because of a particular story prompt that I found interesting.

As I thought about breaking up with Jonas today, I also thought about my pet turtle that Jonas had gotten me for Christmas (even though I was Atheist) named little Trevas. Yes. Our two names combined like some horrific fan-fiction shipping. That was the first time I almost broke up with the doofus. 

I swiveled around in the cashier's seat and stopped when I was facing the window. I let my mind wonder while I watched a really dumb kid try to pump gas while not really knowing what to do. 

I wonder what will happen when I walk past him n the hallway now?

The kid dropped the nozzle.

Will he completely ignore me or risk an awkward 'hi'?

Now he bent down to pick it up and dropped his hat

Wow. I really need to help this kid.

With the sudden thought change, my face must have looked pretty shocked. I mean, I don't help people, I don't think things like that, and I definitely don't show emotions, making me even more shocked.

Getting a hold of myself I stood and made my way to the door before this kid exploded the entire block up. Just as he started chasing after his hat I leaned over and picked it up from letting it blow inside. He looked up at me sheepishly and held out  hand. 

I gave him a bored look as I held out the hat to him and asked, "Not to be rude,but do you even know how to pump gas?" He just put his hat on and turned around. I new that he was trying to get away from me but I followed anyway, keeping up with him easily as he briskly walked back to his car. "Here," I told him, and swept the nozzle out of his grip to place in the right hole.

When I looked over at him with a bored expression he had the biggest look of shock on hs face, and something else between panic and bewilderment. I just looked at him and tried to size him up. He must have been just younger than me, if he was driving, but I honestly thought his initil age was twelve at most. He had light blond hair, in this light it was almost a silver white color, as white as his skin tone. I know it's rude to call someone a white boy, but this kid was a literal thing. He looked almost sick with that expression on. His eyes were a startling green color, like a science experiment gone wrong. His hair style was long, curly, and really thick, making him look even less normal.  

I knew how I must look to him; some scary looking thug with some strange sticking up dark hair and multiple ear studs in some stupid looking green apron that was required uniform for the gas station. That and my most likely unfriendly expression made intimidating by my so-dark-almost-made-black eyes. Guess that makes me more of a mainstream weirdo than I thought.

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Things going though my head regularly:

-Whenever I see some love story and they both have serious problems, or love all the same things, or everyone either really hates them or really loves the I can't help but curse my life for being the same... Why is life just too cliche?

-How the hell do I know what my expression is? I mean, half the time when I think I'm making a bored expression, I could just be making a stank face. It could happen, I see it.

-What the f**k does the world do while I take 5 minutes explaining what people look like the first time I see them? 

-I wonder what a rainbow is really made of. I bet the government is just trying to cover up the wizards magical trails in the clouds while they ride their pet unicorns...

back to earth we go

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The kid was still looking at me when I finished  and pulled out the nozzle and replaced the cap. "I won't kidnap you if that's one of your worries. And I also don't like being looked at like I'm a psycho who just put lucky charms in your cocoa puffs." He seemed to get embarrassed.

"...sorry...thanks...nice shirt..." He whispered in a voice so small that I didn't know it was humanly possible to be so quiet. Well, at the moment I was wearing a Pierce the Veil tee, which made hm an even better person in my eyes.

"So, you can talk. Well it was nice to pump gas for you..." I held out my hand, knowing that the kid was probably in the most awkward position in his life when he took my hand to shake it.

"Trevor." I said with a light smirk.

He stopped for a moment, probably not really wanting to tell me his name, but giving in anyway. "Milo." 

I knew everyone in this small town, so I knew that he was new here. Why not?

"Are you new in town?" I asked, not wanting to go back into the empty and frankly creepy gas station. He smiled softly, knowing that he couldn't get rid of me even if he tried to run me over with his car.

"Ya. Just moved in last week." He looked up to meet my eyes when he said this. He had previously been paying close attention to his shoes and blushing a pretty red color.

pretty? I made a face at my own thoughts. He seemed to take this the wrong way and his eyes dropped again. I took a step closer to him though and tried again. "So, are you like in high school, or what?" I could feel a growing discomfort in my stomach from prolonging our conversation and was very aware of almost saying something even more stupid than was already said by yours truly.

"Ya, I just went into tenth grade, I'm seventeen though, I just got held back," he told me. Than guilt that he'd said something he shouldn't have crossed his face. I just gave a shrug.

"Too bad. I'm eleventh. Whitefield High, right?" I asked him.

"Ya, the only school for miles." I gave  soft laugh at his completely remote country town joke. He seemed pleasantly surprised at my laugh and I was definitely taken aback that I had actually done it. It felt like so long. Maybe it was just the way I'd been feeling lately that made me want to. 

He then turned to the car door, but looked back at me. "Really, thanks. I would have be sitting out here for hours if you hadn't stopped to help. Sorry if  come off as a little kid. I'm just glad I'll know someone at school next week. See ya later?" He posed that last part as a question, taking me aback with the easy way he said his words now hat he had gotten over his initial shyness of meeting a person for the first time. 

"Sure." I told him and started walking back to the station. After a silent mind battle taking place in my thoughts I whipped around and mustered what I would like to think of as courage but was actually a why-the-hell-not? moment of crazy. "Hey, can I give you my number?" I called out to him.

He gave me a confused look but then recovered and gave a smile. "Ya." I jogged back to the side of the car and reached into his opened window to scrawl down 218-9976 along with the area code and my name on his exposed palm. 

"Don't wash it off before you text me." I stood aside while he gave a soft chuckle and pulled out of this messed up place.

My first friend since Jonas. That irony though. I mean, I had only just broken up with the guy and was already meeting someone new. 

Lets just hope it lasts I told myself, then made my way back into the lonely gas station.