Quirky Appalachian girl meets trouble

The little oopsie daisy

It was a warm summer night... The air was humid, and the fireflies flickered in unison. Hailey walked up to her small Appalachian town's market, a mile away from where she lived. Working the counter, however, was the one man she couldn't stand to look at.
   David Pickledick White, the best Moonshine brewer in the east. He only worked a nightshift at the Dewkey (say it fast outloud) Market because the Police were onto him.
   He had a goatee that looked like a dead rat was plastered on his face, and a beer belly that extended two feet, covering up his massive 2 inch pp. Or at least, it was rumored to be that big. Hailey wanted to be the first girl to find out. Afterall, all the girls wanted Pickledick.

However, she didn't want to see him because she had accidentally bumped into him on her way to the library that morning. (She was a very quirky and quiet girl. The only books the library had were the Encyclopedia Brown series, and the first Diary of a Wimpy Kid book that always seemed to be checked out, even though she had never seen anybody else at the library anyway. As previously said, she was quirky and loved to read unlike the other girls head over heels for David and his sweet sweet Pickledick.) When she had bumped into him, she dropped her books and they accidentally touched hands when picking them up.
   If there was one thing that Hailey knew about life, it was that premarital hand touching was a sin. But she felt so overjoyed by it, that she felt embarrassed by looking at him.

"What if he despises me," thoughts like these flooded the young girl's mind, but she knew better than to give up.
   "Howdy there, young lassy. Would you like a signature Pickledick Pint of-" Just as he was about to finish his question, a tall, thin man appeared out of a room.
   "Ugh, a city boy," she thought to herself. He was wearing a Minecraft Creeper hoodie, (a classis urban look) and a black and white checkered belt holding up his dark skinny jeans. Those pants left nothing to the imagination.
   "I thought you were trying to keep your side job a secret." He slowly walked towards Pickledick, looking at him like a hawk.

"Elis, the Amish cops haven't caught me yet." He laughed, as the boy was only a few feet away.
   "But a city boy like me sure did," The boy, supposedly named Elis, said right before he dived into David's face, and they aggressively began moaning, their mouths interlocked, slowly consuming eachother's life force.
   Hailey watched in horror. Pickledick with a city boy who seemed to appear out of nowhere? Even worse, him with ANYBODY but her at all!? She ran out of there, the two men still colliding in pleasure on the floor behind the Icee machine. She hadn't known it at the time, but she'd been cucked.

CHAPTER TWO  coming soon