𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 // 𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙠𝙞 𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙭

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- January 13, 1980

~Liv
         "Liv!" I hear a scream and jolt straight up. I groan and rub my forehead. I hear footsteps come stomping towards my room and my door flings open. "I'm not your goddamn mother, now you're gonna be late to work!" My roommate says to me with a smile on her face.

          "Alright Bev I get it!" I growl and throw a pillow at the door frame, missing her as she runs off to the kitchen.
         Beverly is my roommate. My best friend. Even though we are two completely different people. She's cheerful, prim and proper, she hates anything rock related, and always loves a good gossip. She's blonde, very full of herself, and dresses as though she's just walked right out of a strip joint. I for one am none of those things. We've been best friends since freshman year of high school and honestly don't know how or why we became friends. Now we live together, and basically are like sisters. I guess opposites just attract.

          I get up and get ready for my job at the record store. I stumble in the bathroom and try to hurry up getting ready before 10. After I look decent I hurry and grab anything I could find in my closet. I slip on a random band tee with some mom jeans with a black belt. I throw on my leather jacket, grab my keys, slip on some vans and I'm out the door.

           I step out into the bright California sunshine and head down the sunset strip off to work, which was only a few minutes away. Mine and Bev's apartment is right off the strip and only a few minutes from the famous Whiskey A Go-Go, and many other bars and clubs. During the day it's busy like your average popular city spots, but at night is when it really comes to life.

             My band and I use to play at the small clubs and love to go together to drink and watch new ones perform. I frown at the old memory of my band mates who I once had, almost like a family.

       I turn my key to open the store and immediately go by the cassettes and start organizing them onto the shelves from their boxes. I reach in my jacket and grab my cassette player and put in my headphones and jam until early customers arrive. I turn on some good ol' Queen and turn on Get Down, Make Love. I start singing out loud, since I'm the only one here for the morning shift which we really aren't busy for.

           I walk over to put the cassettes by category when I feel a presence right behind me, and I feel a tapping on my shoulder. I take my headphones off and turn around to meet with a tall kid with a huge jet-black fuzz ball for hair. I can barely see his eyes as he smirks down at me.

           "Can I help you?" I ask and turn back around to continue organizing. "Yea, actually I was looking for some Sex Pistols records." I put down the cassettes in the box. "This way." I grunt and bring him to the punk band and leave him to it.

             I continue stacking and every once in a while I keep looking back at him, taking in his features. I've definitely seen him in here before. He's at least 6 foot with muscular arms, and black hair down to his shoulders that's teased so much, I wouldn't be supposed if he was hiding an animal in there for Christ's sake. He has bright emerald green eyes and a handsome smirk, wearing all black.

              I see him walk over to the counter so I head over and go behind it. "Will this be all." My mouth smacks, chewing my gum and he just stands there nods. I ring it up and he hands me a crumpled up five. I give him back the change and was ready to leave the counter, when he stood right in front of me.

       "What's ur name?" He says and smirks at me. "Liv." I say looking up at him. "And you are..." I say waiting for an answer. "I'm Nikki and damn aren't you a pretty thing." O god.

           "You know Nikki is a girl name? Should've picked something a lil better." I spat as he just keeps smirking. "Aren't you in that band that played at the Starwood like a week ago?" He eyes me up and down, taking in my features. "Was in that band." I pointed my finger, correcting him and roll my eyes. "You're pretty mean on the guitar." He leans on one of the shelves, playing with his rings. "Thanks." I mumble and walk right past him to go over to where I was once working before.

        "Huh a punk chick, I dig it." He chuckles and I just ignore him. "A date?" He says behind me and I feel him following me through the aisles. "Can I take you on one." He says and puts a hand on my shoulder, turning me to look at him. "Sorry I have a boyfriend." I dont.

           "Bullshit." He says and laughs. "Well, will I at least see you around?" I walk away from him, trying to ignore him. "Maybe." I say over my shoulder. "Alright, then I'm taking that as a yes." He grins and makes his way to the exit.

        Turning back to see him once more he says in the doorway, "See you later, Liv." And with that he was gone.

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