Beside You *Muke*

Chapter 1

The sound was beautiful, erupting from the gorgeous honey colored guitar clasped in the lavender haired boy's gentle, calloused hands. He played it with such grace that melted with his unique voice in a way that made anyone swoon, let alone me. I tap my toe to the beat as I stand at the side of the old, run-down, red bricked bakery before balling my hands into nervous fists. This boy was beyond handsome yet I was so tongue tied by the mere thought of him I couldn't find a better description. His hair had changed color through the span of time I've watched him play but this nearly faded lavender seemed to fit him best.

Onlookers toss coins and crumpled bills into his beat up guitar case and he gives them quick nods of acknowledgement as he continues to preform without skipping a beat yet it seems as if it was only him at the guitar in his hands, no bystanders like myself watching with interest. From what I've noticed, I seemed to be the only one who listened to this boy on a daily basis and I still didn't know his name. 

I'm humming the lyrics to the song the performer was playing under my breath when Ashton, my coworker and best friend tugs me back inside. "Break's over, mate. Now stop ogling over that boy and bake some bread," He orders cheekily, making me smile slightly.

"Yes sir," I mumble with a fake salute, heading to the back of the store where the bread was being made.

I knead the dough with care, staring down at the floor as I do, so much so I hadn't even realized Ashton had entered. "So was he any good?" He asked, startling me.

"As good as ever," I whisper in awe, looking over with a small grin.

"Do you want to listen to him again? I could cover for you,"

I shake my head, putting the bread into the oven and offering my friend a smile as I clap my hands to rid the flour. "Naw, s'alright," I tell him quickly, looking down at my beat up Vans. In all honesty, I would have done anything to hear that boy's voice again but, I had a job to do and money to make; I couldn't spend it all listening to him again.

I run a hand through my hair, hearing the jingle of the bakery doors and shuffle toward the front of the store while Ashton loiters around the ovens with disinterest, whistling softly. My eyes widen when I find the dreamy guitarist standing at the counter, leaning against it, showcasing his muscles through his tattered band shirt. "Hey, can I have a water and one of those blueberry muffins?" He asks before I could sputter a word.

"Uh, s-sure," I murmur, cupping my hands as he presses the pay into them. I hastily shove it all into the cash register before shutting it with my hip and stumbling toward the showcase which held the food, setting the muffin on the counter with wide eyes and push it toward him before spinning back around to get his water.

Much to my dismay, I slip in a puddle, most likely made by Ashton while he mopped the floor, and let out a low curse, face rushing with heat. The wonderful boy lets out a chuckle as I scramble to my feet and he quirks an eyebrow in my direction. "You alright?" He asks me as I go to grab his water, trying to snatch back some of my dignity along the way.

"Peachy," I whisper shakily, pressing the chilled bottle into his palm.

He shakes his head at me in a playful manner, another smile overtaking his face. "See you around, mate," He tells me, voice rough and eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh," He begins on his way out. "You might want to change your pants. They're a bit wet," I nod sheepishly, just then noticing the wet patch that had seeping from my black jeans into my boxers, face gone a nearly painful shade of red once again.

The boy then leaves, swishing his hips lightly with a bounce in his step, showing off his wonderful ass. I bite my lip and look away, wiping up the puddle on the floor and head to the back of the bakery. "Ash," I mumble and when he turns to see my flustered figure, he raises an eyebrow. "I um, I need a change of pants. I kinda slipped and made a mess," 

I feel more heat rush up my neck and cheeks and Ashton nods without question, heading to the break room and handing me a pair of identical skinny jeans. I sigh with relief, shooting him a small smile before scurrying away and slipping them on, discarding my jeans into my bag and take a deep breath, trying to coax the blush from my cheeks. After a few minutes, I leave the room before I could raise suspicion and when I get back out to the front of the store, I pray I wouldn't have any more slip ups. Literally.

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Ashton locks up the shop as I stand and twiddle my thumbs anxiously. "You ready to go home now?" He asks me and I force myself to nod my head even though home was the last place I wanted to be. "Just make sure you give me my jeans back, ah?" He reminds me and I nod again, feeling my words turn mired in my throat.

My mind was wrapped up in the memory of what happened with that gorgeous boy from before, just the thought of it never failing to cause shivers to run down my spine. I offer Ashton a final smile before walking toward my house. When I get there, I stand paralyzed in front of the doorway, hands beginning to tremble at my sides. Nonetheless, I step inside the house, careful not the slam the screen door. 

The acrid smell of smoke and rotting food fills my nose, forcing me to crinkle it and when I find my father sitting in the reclining chair, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, I silently sigh. On reflex, I start to clean up the soiled house without much as meeting my father's gaze. I then head up to my room, curling up into a ball under my covers and let out a small sigh before shutting my eyes and somehow falling asleep.

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So this is my newest story and I'm rather nervous about it. Sorry it's so short. I didn't mean for it to turn out that way. I wrote it all on my phone so I thought it was longer >.< I'm going to try and make the next chapter over 1k words. Lets see how well that goes c'x

-Shianne xx

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