target boy ≫ l.h. [on hold]

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a.n. im so sorry about the late update i am the worst person ever bye

-cassidy.

“thank you so much cassidy, i appreciate it,” my mother smiles at me as i set the target bag on the countertop. i say nothing and head back upstairs, retreating back to the safety of my room.

when i open the door i spot a tall boy with bright green hair laying in my bed, throwing his phone up into the air and catching it repeatedly. he yawns and fails to catch the phone, causing it to fall directly on his nose.

“owww,” michael complains, rubbing the now red mark on his face. i laugh at him and flop down onto my bed next to him, his arms finding their way around me and hugging my waist tightly. “hi cass,” he yawns again.

“hi michael,” i playfully ruffle his green hair. “what have you done today?”

“so i woke up this morning at 8:12 am, brushed my teeth at 8:15, went and ate breakfast at 8:30-”

“not like that you idiot, what have you been up to today?”

“well first i went to work and dealt with about a billion white girls ordering their damn caramel frappuccinos, and then i was supposed to go out with siena but she cancelled on me again, so here i am,” he sighs.

“break up with her, please, she treats you like shit,” i’m almost certain siena, michael’s girlfriend, has been cancelling plans with michael because she’s been cheating with someone else. “don’t deny it michael, it’s not gonna help you. we both know why she’s doing this.”

“whatever, i’ll do it sometime,” he shakes it off. “so what have you been up to?”

“nothing as usual,” i sigh, grabbing my laptop and opening it. michael stops me from typing my password in and i look at him in annoyance, and confusion.

“cassidy, you know i love you and all, but i’m gonna be dead honest with you. i get your parents are assholes and you hate people, but you can’t live like this. something’s gotta change. you need to do something, anything, other than lock yourself in your room all day,”

“oh, fuck off,” i groan. it’s one of those times.

sometimes michael gets all mature and speaks like a psychologist, which is the complete opposite of his normal personality. and it’s strange as hell. it’s almost as if he turns into a completely different person.

“i’m just trying to help,” he sighs. “here, i’ll tell you what; go get a job at target, and let’s see how you like it. just give this a chance, please,”

"i'll do it if it means getting you off my back," i shove his hand aside and log into the computer, continuing my browsing on tumblr. he lays down on my thigh and watches me for a little while, not saying anything. eventually michael starts snoring and i roll my eyes, pushing him off my tiny frame.

if you put michael on the floor in the middle of a bank robbery, he would sleep like a baby on sedatives through it.

maybe michael was right. maybe i just need to experiment a little and do something with my life.

“michael, wake up,” i shove him off the bed. he falls to the floor with a loud thump, causing him to open his eyes and shriek.

“what the hell cass?” he rubs the back of his head and lets out a huge yawn.

“come on, we’re going to target.” i sit up and put on my converse, but all michael does is stare at me.

“wait, did you forget something that your mom needed?”

“no, i’m going to get a job. now let’s go before i have a chance to change my mind,” michael quickly gets up from the floor and slides into his vans, shoving me out the door.

“i’m so proud of you, and i’m sure your parents will be too,” he beams.

my parents and two sisters are downstairs playing a game of scrabble, all four too absorbed in the game to notice me and michael leave the house. i’m not surprised, i could run away and this family would be able to function fine.

but that’s normal. they pretend to care, they pretend to understand, but in the end, they don’t. and i’ve come to terms with that.

i find myself back at target with my resume in hand ten minutes later, wondering how the hell michael talked me into doing this.

“all you need to do is fill out this form, complete with your resume, and you’ll be all set.” a target employee says as she hands me a small sheet of paper and a pen. she’s sweet and outgoing, the complete opposite of me, and i wonder for a moment if i’m doing the right thing. michael nudges me as if sensing what i was thinking and i take the sheet of paper in her hand.

i fill out the form and hand her my small but acceptable resume, and she tells me i will receive an email if i’m hired.

“wait, let me grab a bag of chips and some condoms while we’re here,” michael stops me before i can walk out the automatic doors.

“really?” i should’ve guessed.

“yes, this is an emergency. come on, you can go get me some barbeque chips, i’ll meet you at the front registers,”

“i’m not your servant,” i tell him, but he ignores me anyway and heads over in the way of the condoms.

as i’m picking up a bag of jumbo sized barbeque chips, i notice the familiar aroma of jasmine perfume behind me. it’s so strong, i almost choke.

“you’re a bitch, and i hate you,” the nasal voice of michelle lough sneers.

“the feeling is mutual,” i say nonchalantly. she scoffs and picks at her nails, probably trying to come up with a good comeback, which is hard, considering i doubt she knows what “mutual” means.

“well anyway, i’m here to tell you that i saw the way you were looking at my boyfriend earlier, and you should know that he’s mine and you can’t have him,” i stare at her for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter.

“you think that i’d be interested in someone that would stoop so low by dating you? oh please, he’s not my type. don’t worry, he’s all yours,”

“FUCK YOU,” she practically screams, stomping her foot and looking like a 2nd grader. “i hate you so much,”

“bye, don’t forget to get your boy toy tested for std’s,” i smile, walking out of the aisle.

crazy bitch.

“finally, what took you so long?” michael groans as i approach him at the checkout line. i throw the bag of barbeque chips at him.

“michelle lough happened.” is all i need to say for him to understand.

“oh. ok. sorry for yelling at you. well, we’re invited to a huge party in this nice neighborhood, wanna go?”

“yeah sure,” i shrug, because hey, who can turn down a party in a nice house?