Amnesia // m.c [a.u]

amˈniːzɪə/

noun

a partial or total loss of memory.

"they were suffering from amnesia"

[MICHAELS P.O.V]

12 days before

Trudging down the street I tried to ignore anyone who looked in my direction, getting to work these days became more of a hassle as it neared the Christmas holidays, the stress were 5x more crowded if that were even possible, everyone was barging, pushing and racing to get to their last destination before all of the shops closed, and the days came closer.

Every year was the same, it was about 10 days before Christmas and this is when all of the idiots of London decide to do their Christmas shopping. I wouldn’t know the feeling buy judging by the red of their cheeks and the frustration in their eyes I can tell it’s not the most ideal situation, but that’s what you should expect doing all of your Christmas shopping within mere days of the occasion. I pull my coat closer to my chest as i feel the brisk winter air hit my almost bare skin. These conditions were bad for anyone, but I’ve almost become accustomed to it. English weather isn’t always gray skies, its torrential down-pores, freak storms, thunder, lighting, snow when you least expect it and no sun when you do.

As i turned the corner of the busy street, the crowd became less packed and i could finally let out the breath i was holding while struggling through the mounds of sweaty workers and shoppers. I took a turn off of Regent Street and found my destination, the living hell also referred to as work. Most people think that once you finish school it’s all a walk in the park from there, but let me tell you it’s far from it. Getting a job was like finding snow in the desert, impossible. Everywhere i applied for i got told the same old bullshit

 “Your hair is too colourful”

“No tattoos allowed”

“You’re not what were looking for”

So as all cliché story’s go about a broke 18 yr old guy, i got a job in a coffee joint, but not any old coffee joint, Starbucks. I know what you’re thinking, 8 hours of making coffee and pressing some buttons isn’t that bad, but when all you want to do is ignore the outside world and almost become invisible, it’s pretty shitty.

7 hours into my shift and only £4 tip so far, the pay was ok, but i relied on tips the most, the more tips, the closer i get to leave this hell hole. Things seem to be turning for the worst until a group of girls come in blabbering their mouths off. Normally i would tidy myself up a little for girls, but these seem obnoxious, annoying and most of all loud. One of the girls seem to catch my eye, she’s wearing a Green Day tee, ripped skinny’s, combat boots and a red and black plaid shirt tied around her waist. She had chocolate brown hair with deep blue eyes; her brown hair was slung around her shoulder as she walked over to the counter with a spring in her step. She was defiantly beautiful and had a great taste in music.

As she got closer to the counter a little smile formed on her face. “Green Day huh?” she asks with a smirk on her beautiful face. For a moment i was confused to what she was asking, until she moved her hand up and touched the button badge on my apron, it was indeed Green Day. “i-uh, aha y-yeah Green Day” i could only splutter out a few words, i was completely tongue tied as this beautiful girl talked about my favourite band, and maybe even hers. “wha-what can i get you” i asked trying to compose myself. “3 black coffees and 1 mango juice please” she spoke with an innocent smile and i swear my heart exploded right there, she was perfect.

I rang in her order and took her money before proceeding to make her drink. She moved along the counter to the collection point right where i was standing. I felt her gaze on my hands and i tried not to spill or break anything that would have been the cherry on top of my embarrassment.

“Jesus of Suburbia” She spoke again lifting me out of my thoughts. Her eyes held some sort of amusement at my shocked expression. I smiled up at her and continued to make the order. A few minutes passed and i finally finished her order, i placed her order on the counter. She turned around just in time and smiled before taking her tray. “American Idiot” i quickly spoke up. “Huh?” she spoke clearly confused by my statement. “American Idiot, i-it’s my favourite Green Day song.” A small smile started to creep onto my face as i saw her eyes gleam. We exchanged a quick smile before she turned back to her friends and walked off in search of a table.

I finished my shift at work with a prominent smile on my face.