record stores. they're unpopular, insignificant, and empty. there wasn't much of a difference between the olden record store; simply self titled, the record store, from auden. people that have little to say, and an inexplicable love for white noise, along with the rolling stones playing in the background, fit in at a record store. auden clairre park; fit in at the record store.
she turned on the lights. the room was dimly lit and the light above the cash register, without fail; continued to flicker on and off each night auden came to the record store after dinner. she found her way to the leather bar stool; sitting behind the counter and tucking a strand of loose auburn hair behind her ear. she reached to turn on the record player, and feathered through a crate where she selected albums throughout the store and rehomed them in the wooden box. it was all her favorites "bleach/ nirvana","hysteria/def leopard", and "arctic monkeys/ am" to name few of the many titles.
auden selected a beatles album, and placed it delicatly on the player. she waited a second and the begining chord to hey jude sounded throughout the store.
the chair she sat on swayed back and forth to the music. and for just a minute, only a glimpse of time in the universe;
she forgot about everything. and simply listened.
sitting back, auden closed her eyes. the room became silent and soon the lyrics to the song were no longer audible.
her eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room, and standing in front of the dullen, faded red counter; was a boy.
he spoke delicatly. almost as if auden was made of glass, and if his voice echoed too loudly; she would shatter.
"what's your all time favorite album?"
"born to die, lana del ray, why?"
"because you're beautiful"
the blonde haired boy walked to the back of the room. auden watched as his eyes scanned over racks and racks of albums ranging from the 1920's-2014. he held a glance on the section marked "2012" and flipped through the stack until he found a particular album.
turning on his left heel. he walked back to the counter where auden sat, and handed her the cased record. she scanned the barcode and flipped it over. and there, in capital letters were the words born to die. scrawled as the album title.
auden redirected her state to the boy, shocked. he raised an eyebrow, and giggled.
"can I have my receipt or are you going to continue to stare? either is fine by me".
he leaned against the wall beside the counter and stared back at her. she cleared her throat and looked at the ground. putting the record into a bag and handing it to him. along with a printed copy of his receipt.
accepting the clear plastic bag, he smiled, he started to walk to the door, and paused,
"I won't deny myself the pleasure of listening to the best record ever"
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what did I just write
hi hey
is it hi or hey
if you're here you are probably in love with 5sos, and i probably love you
this is my first fanfiction, lowercase intentional
hannah paige xx
