~Everything about you is so terrible~
Y/N is simply... average. She doesn't mind it, really. I mean, who's she trying to impress? Sure, her life isn't anything perfect, but whatever. It is what it is. She had no interest in becoming popular, but my...
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The crashing of pins fill my ears as I stroll into the bowling alley with my hands in my pockets, admiring the familiar surroundings of my neon-themed safe haven doused in bright blues, purples and oranges. Of course, I can't forget the wonderful smell of pizza and nachos staining the air with grease. It's a bit of an old place, but it's been maintained well enough to help me escape the dreadful reality that is life. I could spend all day in here— If not at the lanes, then at the arcade or the surprisingly decent snack bar. While getting closer to the front desk, I keep an eye out for a name tag reading "Jadon".
I'm pretty sure I've seen him a few times before. If I remember correctly, he's the slightly older dude, kinda built with dark skin coated in freckles and long locs. I just hope he's working today. Sure enough, as I approached, he was there, donning the uniform of a purple, short-sleeve button-up and black pants with a name tag saying, "Hi, I'm Jadon" on the chest. Sweet. I head straight for him.
"I'll have one game, please." Jadon nods his head and puts some information into the computer at his side silently until he had information to give me.
"Your lane will be 42. What's your shoe size?"
"S/S." With another nod, he goes to grab the shoes displayed on the shelf behind him, while I wait eagerly in anticipation, fingers tapping at the top of the glass counter as I finally ask the question I've been dying to ask for the past few weeks.
"Oh, and do you have any... Um... SQUIPs?" My voice goes up a little, unsure if I recalled that name right. It is called SQUIP, right? As though he were startled, Jason gasped loudly and fumbled the bowling shoes before snapping his neck towards me with bulging eyes, taking me aback. In an instant, he was leaning over the counter with a large hand slapped over my mouth as though I had just uttered the most sinful curse word known to man and holding a finger up to his own lips.
"Shhh!" Frantically, he checks around to see if anybody had overheard, but all his coworkers seemed too busy with their own customers to notice anything. He visibly looked relieved as he looked back at me. "Are you crazy? You can't just ask that," he whispers harshly, glaring as if scolding a stupid child. I quirk a brow, but he only shakes his head while pulling his hand away, still leaning closely as I wipe my mouth on my sleeve.
"You got the cash for that?" I stuff my hand into my jeans to pull out my wallet before handing him the four-hundred dollars I managed to scrounge up for the occasion, my heart aching at the sight of all that money disappearing from my grasp as he pockets it for himself. This better be worth it. "Wait here." Jadon slips into the backroom with a sign on the door reading, Employees Only as I sigh and wait for him to emerge with a grey, oblong pill gripped in his hand. I give an odd look when he presents it to me, not really sure what I was expecting him to come out with. I still have not idea what this thing is or what it even does. I tried looking it up but found nothing about it. What the fuck can't you find on the internet? The pill is passed to me discreetly along with the rental shoes as he gives me some instructions.
