𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗬𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘 | Braeden Lemasters [ENG]

S E V E N

BRAEDEN

— What did you think? — he was honestly nervous.

— Wow — expressed the girl — To be honest it sounded much better than behind the glass, you have talent to spare.

— Like to go and try luck in Hollywood? - he joked remembering Dylan.

— Is that your dream? — she raised her eyebrows.

Was it? Was that Braeden's dream? To make it in Hollywood making music...or maybe he wanted something else.

— I don't know — he put the guitar back on the ground — Honestly I don't know what I want, I just know I like to play.

— Yeah, but I'm sure you have some aspirations, where do you see yourself in ten years? — Laura asked — And don't tell me "selling vinyls" — she laughed showing her teeth, she had a nice smile.

— Now you sound like Dylan — he scratched his head.

— Who is Dylan? — she asked confused.

— My friend, he's the vocalist.

— Vocalist? I thought you were a soloist.

— No — he denied — There are three of us, we have a small band, and we usually play current versions of old music.

— Wait — she opened her eyes like a plate — Dylan has black curls and wears a jeans jacket?

— No, that's Cole — he said surprised — Do you know him? oh my God you're a crazy stalker — he joked, partly.

— Of course not — she explained — The other day he went to the store where I work and named a friend who happened to be named Braeden and liked old music — she pointed out — He also said you didn't go out much.

— I don't, I have to take care of the family business — he sat down next to her at the counter.

— And do you like it?

— Yes, I love music, so this is not bad — he shrugged — Although it would be better if we had a good flow of customers.

The boy paused and then continued.

— Anyway, which store do you work at?

— The one across the street, the thrift store.

Braeden's heart skipped a beat; fate had brought them together for a reason. He didn't want to sound like an opportunist or like he was using her, but maybe she was his ticket straight to the redhead of his dreams.

— Braeden — Laura said again, pulling him out of his reverie.

— Sorry — he answered — What were you saying?

— That I have to go to work now — she started laughing — But thank you very much for helping me, and well, for everything — she smiled as she got down from the counter.

— I'll come with you — he got down too — After all, I have to pull up the curtains and open the store.

-—Of course.

They walked together to the entrance without saying anything, Braeden saw out of the corner of his eye that he was at least twenty centimeters taller than Laura, and it gave him a feeling of tenderness. Once on the street they proceeded to say goodbye.

— Well, thanks for being my escape route today — she said looking at nothing while a blue-eyed boy approached — If you need a makeover or something like that you know, I work here in front — she pointed with her thumb.

— Of course — replied Braeden — If you need good music I'm here.

— I think you have a client — the girl pointed out — Good luck with that — she said and then crossed the street.

Braeden watched her walk away for a few seconds and then turned to find Dylan with his arms crossed, leaning against the metal curtain while he was smiling mischievously.

— You little bastard — he said — You've done it.

— I've done what?

— Talking to the girl of the store.

— Laura? Oh no, she works at the thrift store, but she's not the girl I like — he explained.

— What?!

— I like the redhead — he shrugged.

— Well, is Laura single?

— How am I supposed to know? I just met her.

— That's right, I'm sorry — he said — I think this is great, I mean, it's your chance to become her friend — he explained — That way we can get your girl and by the way you help me with Laura, because she's pretty cute.

— Stop it — the green-eyed boy cut him off.

— Did you get jealous? — Dylan smiled.

— No, but I don't want to use her — Braeden walked to lift the blind, realizing that even if it was a great opportunity, it wasn't right.

— Look at it this way, you won't be using her at all, you'll become real friends — Dylan explained — And she'll kindly help you with the rest, simple.

— I don't know bro.

— Let's see what Cole thinks — he raised his eyebrows — I'm going to call him.

— Okay, but let's go in.

He put the speakerphone on and after four beeps someone answered.

— I know I'm late — said the voice on the phone.

— That's not why I was calling you, there are more important things we need to discuss — Dylan said as he crossed the threshold of the door.

— What happened? — And then Dylan explained to Cole everything while Braeden watched unconvinced —Well, what shall we do?

— Easy — said the blue-eyed boy — Braeden need new clothes.