Miss Atomic Bomb | a.i

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I didn't exactly know what Harley and I were. We hung out when Rae was around, but it was still awkward sometimes. I really appreciated her more, and Michael as well. Surprisingly, he didn't ask me about my presence a couple of days ago, and he even cracked a joke about how Luke was 'such a woman' by taking way too long to do his hair in the morning. I felt accepted more.

I was officially Rae's boyfriend as well. I didn't exactly know how to do it, but Calum handed me the courage to do it after ranting to me about how this could be my first love and all that shit. We eventually got way too deep into the conversation and that night I ended up at her doorstep when her dad wasn't there and smooshed her face between and kissed every inch of her face. It was cute when she giggled and told me it tickled so I stopped and told her I needed to talk to her.

Luckily, her dad didn't even notice me when he stumbled through the front door that one night. He looked drunk off his ass, and I didn't want to say anything to offend Rae or her dad, so I didn't. Sometimes it worried me how harshly built up her dad was. He was constantly yelling and never smiled. He hated me and it almost seemed like he hated his daughter as well. I felt bad for Rae, but there was honestly nothing I could do.

I was strolling around outside right now, There was a fair amount of snow on the ground, but the sidewalks and roads were cleared off. My mother made fun of me all morning for accidentally slipping when I took the trash out. I didn't see how it was funny, but I laughed along with her so I wouldn't feel as embarrassed.

I had no destination what so ever, I was just bored and my feet carried me where they pleaded. I was downtown now, a place I definitely under appreciated. I never really had gone downtown, but I would definitely start. It was such a great place, many cute little stores and restaurant and it just had personality.

I was wearing the leather jacket Rae got me a while, I never actually took it off. I wasn't obsessed with it because she gave it to me, well halfly because she gave it to me, but also because it was genuinely a good jacket. I thought leather was always a bad choice, but apparently not. It was pretty cozy.

looking back and forth between shops, I suddenly stop when I see a vinyl shop. Perfect. Rae was into the whole vintage thing, she didn't admit it, or maybe she didn't even realize she did, but I knew this would be something she'd like. It was near to her birthday, and I kept thinking to myself what I should get her, and walking down here I guess I'd finally found the perfect gift.

Walking into the small shop, looking almost like a townhouse, I suddenly warmed up when I walked in. My hands began to thaw as I hugged myself more into the jacket.

It was astounding. There were at least two thousand, or more vinyls, all stacked in small crates held up by plastic pop out tables. A smirk was brought to my face as I gawked at the different alternative selections. I took off my glasses, thinking I looked a bit goofy with a leather jacket and glasses at the same time, they just didn't match to me. So I placed them in the dent of the zipper on my jacket, and began wondering through the store.

There was a small woman that looked like she was running the place, and knowing rae's favorite band, I walked up there to try and ask if she had what I was looking for you. She had an impressive Michael Jackson shrine behind her counter, and lots of Elvis Presley stuff as well. She seemed sweet as well.

"excuse me, ma'am?" I ask, and when the lady raises her head, she looks an awful lot like Mrs. Corey, the librarian at my school. Her smile was bright and inviting, a magazine planted in her hands. I wondered how many customers she got, it deserved more then I saw. There were only about three other people in the store including me.

"Yes?" She replies,

"I was wondering if you had The Killers?" I ask, and she furrows her eyebrows in thought. "It's my girlfriend's birthday in two weeks, and it's her favorite band." I couldn't help myself from irrelevantly telling her the reason, just so I could say she was my girlfriend. I liked to show it off.