strawberry-watermelon bubblegum // joshler // ✓

the second time you see him,

it's a week later, at the movie theatre where you work.

you're 10 hours into your 12 hour shift and it's been gruelingly busy. you're exhausted; your feet hurt, you've burned yourself serving popcorn at least four times, you're sure that your spine has compressed by two inches since you clocked on noon, and your head feels more rattled than a box of skittles.

that all changes, though.

he walks through the door, giggling, with a four other girls. you pay no mind to anything other than him. he's wearing a pair of plaid yellow pants and a black jean jacket, and those damn sneakers.

he and his friends approach the counter you're standing behind and your heart races, you force yourself to speak.

"hi, what can i get for you today?"

you try your hardest not to suffocate when he looks back at you, smiling. his eyes are brown, like his hair, and his teeth are crooked but it's cute. he's breathtaking.

"hubba bubba," he slides a dollar bill across the counter.

when you hand him the package of gum, he grabs it, fingers lingering. he winks, as him and his friends walk away and into the theater.

your shift is over before the movie is, you're too tired to worry about it.