It was dark in the jungle of Christmas sweaters.
"Alex? Alex from Target?" a voice whispered. It was a girl's voice--cute but somehow strangely familiar. He hoped it wasn't that girl from earlier who was on the rag. He was not in the mood to earn his red wings tonight.
"Y-yeah," he answered. He cleared his throat. "What do you want?"
All of a sudden he felt lips smack against his and a slithery tongue make its way into his mouth. It was definitely that weird period girl from earlier. He pushed away and stumbled back out in the well-lit area of the store.
A thin, bony hand crept out from the mass of sweaters, and then another did, too. Slowly, they pulled apart and, like a curtain on a Broadway show, revealed the face of his secret admirer.
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Right On Target
FanfictionAlex liked his job at Target well enough. One day, his manager Tonya asks him to pull an overnight shift even though he has school the next day. What ensues is the stuff fairy tales and breakup songs are made of.
