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Chapter 4~

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Chapter 4

Gracie Hartman

As soon as the hoards of screaming girls died out, I got up from my earlier position, crouching I straightened my back, as it cracked, and I sighed in satisfaction. I brushed off non-existent dust from my lightwashed jeans, as Harry also got up. 

"I wonder who they're looking for," he mused.

Oh, by the way, Harry's the worst actor ever, so I could tell he was hiding something from me.

But I was a carefree girl, who had no friends.

No friends equals no drama, so I really couldn't care less what he was hiding.

"Mhm." I said, walking around the small, cramped the store. A few people were around a young, plump, man sat at the register, asleep, lolling his head back.

The store sold mostly records, a few casette tapes, and very few CDs. I started sifting through some records, to see if any were interesting. Harry picked up a CD nearby, chuckling.

"What?" I said, craning my neck to see what was so funny.

He held it out. A Natalie Imbruglia CD.

I burst out laughing. "Why are you laughing? I'm laughing because of an inside joke?" Harry asked, confused.

"You lisen to Natalie Imbruglia?" I asked, laughing. 

He frowned. "What's wrong with that? She's a great singer." 

I gave him a judgemental look. "Yeah, because an 18 year old guy listens to a nineties pop star. I don't think anyone other 18 year old guy  knows who Natalie Imbruglia is." 

"Well, she sang the song Torn. It's great, okay." he grumbled, walking over to the register. He awkwardly tapped the snoring man, as the guy, with the name tag 'Jim', awoke with a start.

"Erm. Okay, 2 pounds." Jim said, lazily taking the money Harry handed over.

We thanked him, then walking back out on the quiet street. We strolled towards my apartment. This was getting relatively awkward. We stopped in front of my apartment complex, and I looked at him. "This is me. Uh, okay, bye." I said, hurriedlly, as I tried to get the key into the buzzer. 

I wasn't fast enough. "Wait, Gracie!" he said. 

I sighed, inwardly. I turned around. "Yes, Harry?"

"I want your number."

I blinked. 

And I burst out laughing. 

He frowned. "What?"

I lowered my voice, imitating him. "I want your number. Ohmygod! Stop making me laugh! You sound like a zombie, or maybe, 'LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER.' Please stop." I said, clutching my hurting stomach. 

Harry, on the other hand, wasn't laughing. "That's not funny at  all!" he protested.

"Sure, Harry, sure." I muttered, as I took his phone from my hands, and typed in my number.

I really hope I gave him the right number. I was laughing so much, everything was blurry. Oh well. 

"Bye, Harry!" I said, as he stared at me dumbfounded, as I was still laughing after about 5 minutes. I walked into my complex and shook my head. 

Psh. 'I want your number'.

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