Why do people feel the need to steal from a dollar store? I sigh out as I sweep up torn-off tags and opened packages and dispose of the trash. I hate this job. I'm so tired since I didn't sleep and I've been here for 7 hours doing nothing. The bell on the doors jingle and I glance over to see a familiar face, Abigail. She quickly spots me and smiles, heading to me quickly.
"Hey Luci! How has work been?" She asks brightly. I sigh and shrug.
"Boring. What's up?"
"Oh nothing, I was in the area so I thought I'd just pop in and say hey." She answers.
"Oh cool." I respond boredly. I re-sort the messy shelf next to me as silence sinks in.
"So," she starts. "The other day was fun."
"Yeah." I mindlessly say.
"Y'know, I was thinking, if you arent busy later, that maybe we could do it again?" She suggests.
"Why later?" I ask.
"Well, I don't know when you get off work..."
"I mean why wait?" She picks up on what I'm saying and smiles playfully. I glance over at the one other person working at the register and pull her into the back room. Our lips collide and I slam her into the wall roughly. Hands explore and soon enough I'm pounding into her, feeling her biting into my shoulder to stay quiet. She scratches up my back and I groan as I feel her get tight around me, climaxing after merely 6 minutes, give or take. I know I should try to hurry up, but I'm barely turned on at the moment, the only excitement being the public location. I start to let my mind wonder, thinking of whatever I can to get off, and my mind shows images of Ricky in Sams hoodie. He looked so adorable, so amazing in the moonlight. Wait, why am I thinking about this right now? I'm tryna bust a nut. I think of some hentai Sam had made me watch once, some step brother and sister shit, and I feel it helping me. It takes maybe 3 minutes before I feel myself release, and I pull away, coated in sweat and breathing heavy. "Alright you need to leave now before I get into trouble." I say, rushing her out quickly and taking a minute to cool off. If I wasn't tired before, I'm dying now. I only have 2 more hours here, but it's going to be the longest 2 hours of my life.
...
From: FagMagnet
Yo we should hang outThe random text nearly makes me swerve as I jump. I stop at a red light so I can reply.
From: Me
Why? You were just at my house yesterdayFrom: FagMagnet
So? Im bored and baked aka I don't wanna sit at MDs aloneFrom: Me
Idk I'm not feeling it today tbh. Just wanna sleepFrom: FagMagnet
I feel thatI put my phone away and the light turns green. It takes 2 minutes to get to the apartment complex and I step into my place. My phone goes off again and I check it.
From: FagMagnet
Come on dudeFrom: Me
I'm going to sleepHe responds quickly but I don't even bother opening the message as I plop onto my bed. I'm so tired. My eyes ache with the weight of the bags under them. I start to doze off, barely hearing my phone buzz again before falling into a deep sleep.
...
My eyes slowly adjust to the light of the lamp that I had forgot to turn off and I groan and wipe my face tiredly, picking up my phone to see if I had any messages. I did. 48 unread messages. A few from Ricky and some from the groupchat, and others from a few girls. I look at Rickys first.
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A Day For Tomorrow
Roman pour AdolescentsAll it takes is one time, just one time. When Lucifer breathes in the night air, he feels free. His hollow excuse of a body has purpose and motivation. Everything feels right, but everything goes wrong. Despite waking up for the first time in his li...