KING PRINCESS FAN FICTION

Prophet

It was another boring day in target check out where I work. I was bored to death, scanning item after item repeatedly. All I could think about was how desperately I wanted to curl up in my bed and sleep for 48 hours straight. I was half asleep my eyes barely focusing on the customer in front on me when suddenly something caught my attention. Condoms. The person next in line began handing me about 10 packs of condoms. That's an awful lot of condoms I thought to myself amused by the sight. Someone's getting around.
I was then surprised when I looked up to see the person. She was the hottest girl I'd ever seen. She had short brown wavy hair and the coolest style. She was wearing a tank top without a bra and black pants with a chain round her waist. Interestingly masculine style. She looked pretty gay. I know pretty well when a girl is gay or not from my years of experience being bisexual and gay energy radiated off of her. She also walked with an air of confidence like she new she was a prophet.
I must have been pulling a weird face or something because she looked up at me and smirked, "Is something funny?"
Oh my god. I was in love she had the sexiest Brooklyn accent I'd ever heard. Damn as if she wasn't hot enough.
I quickly flustered, 'You just have a lot of condoms'
She looked me straight in the eye and I suddenly became very self conscious. She smiled back at me, "yeah there not for me. I don't use these"
Doesn't use condoms. Sounds pretty gay
to me I thought to myself as I scanned the condoms and tried to subtlety check her out.
"Are you gay?" I blurted.
I immediately began to cringe as I realised how fucking stupid and annoying I was being first judging a customers purchases and then bluntly asking personal questions.
She smirked again at me and replied "yeah, why are you"
"Yeah"
She paused suddenly staring at me. I could feel her eyes travel up and down me and then connect with mine as she stared me dead in the eye a smirky half smile on her face.
"Can I have my receipt please?"
"Yep"
I handed her the receipt. She began digging in the pockets of her black pockets and after a few seconds of me and the queue of people behind her awkwardly watching her fumble in her trousers she finally produced a manky looking pen. Where was she going with this?  She began scribbling numbers down on the receipt. Oh my god. No way is she giving me her number. "You call when you want it" slipping the receipt back to me across the cash desk. What the fuck just happened? I couldn't help but smile in disbelief as I watched her stroll out of target with her bag  of condoms over her shoulder. I gripped her scribbled phone number tightly in my hand.
I stood at the checkout for a second with my mind fazed into a disbelief of imagination. I was mesmerised by mental images of myself with the princess I had just encountered. "Ehh hem," the line of costumers was growing. "Sorry," I sputtered, grabbing the
strange array of objects the middle aged women had shoved onto my desk. She was there and then she was gone. For the first time in my life I was so happy I worked at Target and I was so happy I hadn't called in sick today.

Please comment or vote if you would read a part 2 and I'll continue because I have some good ideas for future chapters ❤️