target boy ≫ l.h. [on hold]

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-cassidy.

"cass, honey, can you go to target and pick a few things up for me?" my mom calls from downstairs. i don't budge from the blanket burrito i've entrapped myself in and continue scrolling mindlessly through tumblr, ignoring my mother. "cassidy!" she shouts once more, and i groan this time, opening my bedroom door and heading down the stairs to the kitchen. she hands me a neon green sticky note and i grab my keys, leaving the house without saying a word to her, ignoring her as she yells "drive safe!" in her annoying tone.

i'm not going through some kind of drama inducing bitchy teenage girl phase right now, i've always been like this, well, at least around my parents. they don't get me, but they pretend to, which pisses the fuck out of me.

i find a parking space at the front and quickly swerve into it, cutting off some middle aged woman about to take my damn spot. she honks but i ignore her, much like i do to the human population 99% of the time.

i stalk into target with the neon green sticky in my hand, quickly planning the fastest way to get in and out of this overrated store.

i'll tell you one thing, and that one thing is red is not my color.

a box of tissues, shampoo, the new katy perry cd for my youngest sister (which i internally puke at), a birthday card for my aunt, and some chocolates are all that are on the list, thankfully. she's sent me here with four sticky note's worth of items before, god forbid that happens again.

i grab the katy perry cd first, since it's at the front, and make my way over to the large section of greeting cards, picking up the first birthday card for the female sex i see. it has butterflies and flowers and girl shit all over it, and i need to hold onto all my self control not to vomit all over it.

the next thing i need to get is a box of tissues, but as i turn into the aisle they're located in, i spot michelle lough aka the biggest bitch i've ever known in my lifetime making out with her boyfriend against the shelf that holds the tissues.

lovely.

i walk up to the gross as hell pair and 'accidentally' push them apart, grabbing my tissues. i fake a smile at michelle.

"when you're done can i try?" i say in the sweetest, fakest tone i can muster. she gives me a look full of disgust (nothing new) and flips me off before returning to the task of attacking her boyfriend's face. i scoff and leave the aisle as fast as possible.

once i get the shampoo, i rush over to the food section, sighing in relief as this is the final item on the list. as i'm turning into the candy aisle, i bump into someone, causing me to nearly fall.

just as i'm about to yell at the clumsy ass to watch where they're going, i take a step back and notice the boy for the first time.

he's tall, blonde, and, well, attractive, i have to admit. he'll be more attractive once he loses the target uniform, i'm sure. the lip ring hanging off his lip automatically makes him cooler, and his electric blue eyes paralyze me for a second with their beauty.

"i'm so, so sorry, ma'am," the boy says in a funky australian accent, running his hands through his tousled hair, looking very stressed at the moment. normally, i would have said something snarky and sarcastic, but i already have a feeling this boy doesn't need anymore on his plate for the day.

"it's alright," i mumble, the words feeling foreign on my lips.

how often does cassidy mitchell say those words? slim to none is the answer.

"it's just been a long day, you know?" the target boy sighs, looking down the aisle at the little kid making a mess of all the bags of twizzlers. "if i were to give you a life changing piece of advice, it would be, don't work at target." he huffs. i nod and shift uncomfortably, because i'm not used to much conversation with people. especially boys.

"i like your shirt," the target boy blurts out of nowhere, staring at my black all time low shirt.

"thanks," i laugh, and he smiles down at me, playing with his lip ring. his blue eyes are gazing into mine steadily and i so desperately want to know what he's thinking right now. probably sex, but maybe he's not like the other generic human beings that want to blend into this fucked up society.

maybe he won't be like my parents.

"what's your name?" he asks, shifting from one foot to another.

"aren't you supposed to be working?"

"there are tons of other employees here, and i've been working my ass off for five hours straight. i'm fine," he smirks. "so, what is it?"

"cassidy, cassidy mitchell. but i hate my name, i prefer cass," i say, rearranging my long brown hair under my beanie. i could feel his eyes watching my every move, which was a weird feeling. "what about you?" he smiles and his eyes light up, as if he was pleased i even asked.

"i'm luke hemmings, and i think cassidy is a lovely name."

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