Cliché- m.c.

Chapter 1

~Lily~

I stood behind the front desk of "Jake's Records and Stuff ", waiting for another customer to arrive. So far today we have had three customers, two "punk" 13 year olds and an old lady. Jake, the owner, is convinced that the store will stay in buisness while I believe that this store may just close before noon today. Jake may have been my best friend since primary school, but he has no idea of what he is doing running a music store.

Just when I thought things were going okay-ish, four tall and mysterious boys entered the store. I called Jake up for reinforcements just incase these boys tried to hold me at gunpoint until I surrendered the money or a collectable Nirvana record. 

I had Jake take over the desk while I got a closer look at these boys. I pretended to organize a box of CDs while eyeing the boys through a half full shelf. After a good three minutes of observing these boys, I noticed they were loud, and they laughed at each other in those three minutes more than I ever have in my whole lifetime. I felt like these boys would do no harm, so I decided to venture back to the front desk, where Jake sat reading a outdated Rolling Stones magazine. The boys split up and moved to different locations of the store while I was going back.

Things were going some-what smooth until I stumbled into a shelf and pushed a box of "Sex Pistols" records onto the ground. "Damnit." I swore under my breath. I reached down to pick them up when I saw another hand reach to pick a copy up, too. "Uh, t-thanks, I guess." I stumbled, mentally face-palming myself for my uneasy reply. I looked up to see which of the boys he was. He was the one with black hair and pale skin. I believe it was the hefty amount of black on this boy that made him look as pale as he did.

"Yeah no problem, Lily." He replied reading off my nametag. About ten minutes went by as we finished collecting the CDs and put them back into the cardboard box, alphabetically. 

"I can tell by your shirt that you like the Sex Pistols." I said pointing to his shirt. As I made myself comfortable on the groud. The boy mimicked my actions and sat across from me, with his arms wrapped around his knees.

He looked down to see his shirt and then looked back up and flashed a cheeky grin to me. "And I can tell by your shirt that you like The Beatles." Now I was the one looking down to see my own shirt. 

"Touché..." I held out the 'e' hinting to him to give me his name.

"...Michael." He finished.

" Ah, touché, Michael." We both laughed then. We then taked, for what seemed like hours, about our favorite bands. I've laughed more with Michael than I ever had with anyone else it seemed. "I'll have you know I am in a band." Michael said.

"Oh, and is that susposed to impress me or something?" I replied biting back a laugh.

"N-well, uh, maybe, I-I don't know." He laughed.

"Well if you think you're all fancy-shmancy with this band of yours', whats it called." I pryed, secretly hoping he was not in a scream-o band or a bubblegum pop boyband. Although, I could never imagine him in a boyband.

"We're called 5 Seconds of Summer. We kinda suck, though." I laughed and just as I was going to say something, I was interupted by him getting a phone call from one of his bandmates, and that they were leaving. We spent so much time talking, I didn't even notice the time passing. I was a bit bummed that Michael was leaving but, all good things must come to an end, right?

"Well, Lily, it was a pleasure meeting you and hopefully this isn't the last I see of you." Michael said.

"Ditto." I said back, earning a grin from Michael.

"By the way, I have a few friends hosting a party tonight down at the beach and you're welcome to come." He said as we exchanged numbers.

"Yeah that sounds great. Count me in!" And with that, he was gone just as fast as I met him.