Chapter 2 - Milkshakes

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1 bottle…. 2 bottles…. 3 bottles…. 4 bot-

Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket blasting “Milkshakes” by Kelis.

My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
And there like,
Its better than yours,
Damn right its better than yours, 
I can teach you, 
But I have to charge

 I loved that song but stupidly sometimes hurt me from the meaning of it. I reached into my bag pulling out my vibrating Samsung Galaxy. Cat’s picture of her doing a monkey face popped up on the screen. What did she want now!? I was literally sitting in the car right next to her 10 minutes ago. I sighed and held my phone ½ a metre away from my ear as I didn’t want to go deaf.

 I answered my phone.

 “HEYYYYAAAA” erupted out of my phone. I was sure the whole of target could hear her, and from a metre away, I could still hear her loud and clear. Putting my phone back to my ear, I replied with a simple ‘Hey’ to her.

“Have you got the shaving cream yet?” whined Cat, “You’re taking so long! What’s keeping you?”

 “I’ve literally been in here for 10 damn minutes. Calm your farm man, after that list you gave me!”

“Oh yeah”, she remembered, “Did you get me a new sketch pad? You better have”, she asked with hope in her voice. Cat always had a pencil either in her hand or pocket, with a sketchpad nearby. She used it as her distraction from reality as we all needed one to hide from what we feared.

“Do you think I would damn forget? Of course I didn’t, I also picked you up some paints! And how many bottles do I need to get again?” I asked her. Shaving cream fights required planning so you could have the ultimate fight, with a range of cream-pies and cans. Also, we had nothing else to do with our gap year that actually required leaving the house a lot.

“10” she chortled, still happy from hearing about her new sketchpad.

“Hmmm let’s see if there is enough… 8… 9… I think there are just enough bottles!” I replied gleefully grabbing the last bottle before another manly hand could take it first. So what if they need to shave, our shaving cream fight is top priority. Chatting away to Cat, I started walking away from the shelf with a basket looped around my arm.

Unexpectedly, a hand tapped my shoulder, causing me to naturally turn around. I came face to face with a guy I felt I vaguely recognised. He started talking to me but Cat was babbling in my ear about how college applications were killing her and at this rate, she'd never get in. Not being able to hear the guy, I took my phone away from my ear, squinting my eyes to see if I could recognise him.

“Huh?” I replied bored. I wasn’t in the mood for any crap; I got a fight to get to. The guy didn’t reply right away, causing me to roll me eyes in boredom. Stuff this being nice to everyone to make the most of life."Can I help you?"  I asked annoyed.

The cute guy stared at me with his blue eyes wide open at me as if shocked that I had the nerve to talk to him like that. He had mesmerizing blue eyes, a tall built body and blonde hair that was quiffed up. ‘Not so bad’, I thought to myself as I discretely checked him out.

This time it was his turn to roll his eyes at me.

“Are you gonna have all that shaving cream?” he questioned me with one eyebrow raised as if I was a madwoman for wanting a whole 10 bottles of it.

“Yes” I replied, “Is that a problem with you? Because I don’t see one, I did get it first”

“Could I at least ha- Do you have any idea who I am? “He replied raising his voice slightly, obviously irritated. Taken back, I took a step away from him. Seriously, I may have thought him to be familiar, but it doesn’t mean I immediately recognise him? It’s not like he is a celebrity is he? He was just a random guy who wanted my shaving cream at the sto-oh, I realised as I remembered part of who he was.

“Wait, aren’t you that guy look from that boy band? Luke…..Luke someone”

“First off, we are NOT a boy band and second, seriously!” Luke stated giving me a glare.

“Well excuse you! You can’t expect every girl to suddenly recognise you and bow down to you can you?! Isn’t you last name like Hemmingway or something though. Excuse me if I’m wrong”, I sighed; now being tired of this guy’s shit. Who cares if I didn’t know him!

The Luke Hemmingway guy had a tired look on his face, like he was also done with the shit, before saying “Hemmings, my name is Luke Hemmings”

“Ahh that’s it, well it was nice to know who you actually are not that I really cared a lot, but have a nice life!” I exclaimed before walking off to the pie tins section.

I turned around to give him a sarcastic wave and saw him looking at my pile of shaving cream bottles with a longing look in his blue eyes with his lip ring between his teeth. I must have got the only brand he used. Smirking, I tossed him a bottle of my Gillette shaving cream, one out of my 10 bottles which crowded my basket. He caught it with one hand, giving me a grin and wink then walked in the other direction.

Sighing smiling to myself, I walked over to the pie cases before grabbing a few and heading to the checkout. It was fun being a sarcastic bitch, but if I wanted to live life to the fullest, I had to put back on that fake smile I always wore. Life had never been perfect for me.

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