Stereo Kicks (Dirty little stories)

Chapter 8 (A Little Hello, or a little Good bye?)||Chris Leonard||

So here I go. My first day on the job. I have recently applied to work here at Walmart in the United States. I was originally living in Dublin Ireland. I moved there when I was eleven for my dad's business, but now I'm back home enjoying every minute of it. Well, all most every minute.. When I was in Dublin a lot of guys there liked me. I am eighteen and I am pretty attractive... aren't I? Maybe I'm only attractive to Irish guys. Irish guys are so sweet and kind to women.

"Excuse me miss? Are you open?"

A male voice asks.

"Um-yea I'm open."

I say with a smile on my face. This boy had blue eyes, dark black hair a smidge of a mustache with a very well thin cut beard. He looked at least 19 or maybe even 20.

"So how much is it?"

"What?"

What did I just hear? Was that an Irish accent? Yes, I know it was.

"I asked how much is it? And do you take pounds here? If not I don't know how I'm getting all of this.."

He trails off at the end.

"Well... It's $67.91 and no we don't take pounds here... But maybe I could help you?"

I ask looking into his amazing blue eyes. He smiles at me warmly.

"That would be great. I have £50.00."

I nod and think for a second.

"Then if this is $67.91 and you have £50.00, then that would mean... You have to pay me £43.65. But you don't have to... I'll pay it for you and in return you can take me on a date tonight?"

What did I just say?! I always say the things I want before I actually think about saying it! I hide my face in my one hand calling myself 'stupid' under my breath. He takes his soft hand and moves my hand away from my face. He smiles at me and kisses my hand.

"I would love too. And I'll pay you back."

"The date will be the payment."

I smile, more to myself than to his answer. He smiles at me as I give him his bags.

~*~*Later~*~*

It's time for my shift to end so I'm just gonna grab my coat and stop at McDonald's for dinner. I just want to go home, and text that.... What was his name?.... Umm.. I don't think I ever got his name... Whoops. And worst of all, I never got his number! I'm so fucking stupid!

"Y/N? What's wrong? Why are you hitting yourself?"

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I see him. The tall, dark hair, blue eyed boy from earlier. Wait, how dose he know my name?

"How do you know my name? I never told you, and I forgot to give you my number."

He placed his hands in his pockets, kicked the air and turned his head away then back at me. He then rocked on his heels.

"Well?"

"Your name tag is still on... That's how I know your name... And yea, I still need your number..."

I look at him and then at my shirt and see my name tag.

"I'm such an idiot!"

Shit. I said that out loud. I cover my mouth and look at him. Probably turning 50 different shades of red.

"No you're not. Just twitterpated."

"What's that?"

He smiles at me and takes my hand.