In which a girl plays a dangerous game with the boy who loves her.
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Raelyn Myers needs help. Who none other than her neighbor, Nathan Alvares, is better to come to the rescue?
As Nathan prepares her (and himself) for what's to come in a regular...
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Sun, June 23, 2019
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passenger seat by clueless kit ft. kora
Raelyn
I spent an hour trying to find a suitable pair of socks.
The ones I had planned to wear to work had somehow magically disappeared in the depths of my room, which was frustrating as ever.
Today was the day that Nathan and I were meant to begin our summer limited relationship, so I didn't want to end up looking uncoordinated. I needed those pastel pink socks to match the uniform, otherwise I'd have to call in sick.
It was damn near five-thirty in the morning, and my shift began at six in order to get the morning clean up done, and get the actual ice-cream out on display.
The ships usually didn't get in until seven which meant the tourists were free to roam about thirty minutes after arrival, or earlier. Since Creamy Dreams was located downtown where all the tourist attractions were based, the shop was bound to be flooding with customers around eight.
If I was late, Uncle Daniel would have my head on a waffle cone.
I took an extra five minutes rummaging through my closet in order to find the much needed socks, but it wasn't until I decided to give up and put my shoes on, that I finally found them hiding within my flats.
I guess I forgot I put them there the day before, in order to get ready fast in the morning. Well, that clearly didn't work out.
Shelby honked her horn a few times, indicating that she was here. It took me a minute or two, but I was able to hop into the passenger seat of her car before five till.
"You seem eager," Shelby stated as I frantically buckled myself in.
"Not necessarily. I spent like an hour trying to find those socks, you know the ones which are pastel pink and go great with our uniform, and it turns out they were in my shoes the whole time."
My cousin snorted. "This is like your fifth time doing that."
"I know," I started, "which is why I'm kicking myself for nothing thinking of it sooner."
"Everybody has those days," she replied, turning on the radio.
"Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout. Everybody gets that way," I sang out.
