i wake up, way too early, and i can't seem to go back to sleep. i look out the window and the sun isn't even up. i roll out of bed. i hear my mom getting kyla ready for school. i go into my bathroom and i noticed that i forgot to wrap my hair, so it's wild curly. it looks like a purple mess. i go right back to my bed, and close my eyes again.
i wake up irritated at my alarm. i turn it off. damn mike for making me come into work early. i get outta bed, taking off my pajamas. i knew my mom was gone, doing whatever it is she does. i turn on the shower water, washing my privates and all that, after im done, i just put my hair into a high bun. i brush my baby hairs so they'll look neat. i put on my bra and panties and my work shirt and some skinny jeans.
my life is so boring. nothing interresting ever happens to me. i go downstairs and i get chocolate granola bar and a apple juice. i put on my oversized cardigan, and my combat boots. i'm a lonely, awkward virgin. i sigh, once again, going outside. i go to my car, starting it up. drake blasts through the speakers. i drive straight to Ugly Mikes. I arrive and see Mike standing outside talking yo a guy with curly hair. he looked mixed. they both look in my direction as i closed my door.
"hi." i mumble to mike. i try to walk past both of them, but mike stops me. "ocean, this is ... um what's your name again son?" we both look at the man, but he just stares out into the street.
".... anyway, he's going to be working with us now. so show him what to do." i nod, and i walk into the store, going to the cashier. he walks, in staring at me and standing next to me.
"so what's your name?" i ask facing him. he just shrugs.
"well, im ocean. and ive been working here for years." i mumble. i open my cash register. i side eye him and he is looking at me.
"can you talk?" i blurt out.
"of course, i can. i just choose not too." he says, turning away. i sigh and leave him on the register. i go to the jimi hendrix section and i smile.
"oh i love jimi." he says, and he actually smiles. I smile back.
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love, ocean. | j.p.
Fanfiction"maybe, you should stop fuckin with me," he inhales his cigarette, then blows it in my face.
