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You wiped your sweaty hands onto your jeans a few times before tucking them into your hoodie sleeves. Was it hot? Yes, hotter than hell— but even the thought of hell itself couldn't get you to feel the slightest bit of panic like you were right now. Your eyes darted across the tinted windows of 7-11, searching for any sign of a disturbance. Cali was taking a lot longer than needed. And he wasn't wearing much of anything. Maybe he got caught? No, odds were he was flirting his way out of a situation, typical. Maybe if you had his looks you'd give it a try, but that was out of the question. You knew good and well that looks weren't your thing, and neither was sweet talking. Your thing was— oh.
There he goes.
Cali strutting out of 7-11 with a goofy ass smile on his face, the neat outside gave his pale cheeks some color. That or whatever happened in the store. He was now seated beside you in his car, smiling to himself and giggling.
"Smitten kitten." You teased, a nickname that had grew in its meaning the more you used it. Cali's smile twisted into a pout when he heard you.
"Am not," he paused and fiddled with his fingers avoiding any and all eye contact, "Okay okay but he was cute! Oh god y/n you should've seen him, ditsy blonde, perfect smile and the most Beee-utiful brown eyes I've seen in my life! Jesus I've never seen anything like them, they were practically shining!" As he droned on about this 'ditsy blonde' you found yourself smiling. Funny thing about Cali's description is that he in fact, is a ditsy blonde himself. Well, not now of course, his natural golden locks were blood red from hair dye. Why'd he do it? No idea. But of course he was completely enamored with this boy that he'd forget about within a week. You laughed, not the kind that makes tears well in your eyes— but the kind that makes you puff air out of your nostrils.
"You say that about every 'cute' cashier you run into." Wanting to change the subject, you swatted you're hand at him. "Anyways lover boy, you took too long. You'd better have used that time to get something good rather than flirting." Almost like he was waiting for you to mention what he managed to snatch, he gave a dead laugh Before digging into the pockets of his shorts and pulling out multiple packs of 'Wrigley's Red Hot!' Chewing gum. He smiled ear to ear whilst holding one up to his hair, which was the same shade of red. He had reached his goal which was good, but for you it would be hard.
"Haha very cute," you admitted with a short applause, "But I bet I can do better, give me three minutes and I'll have more than you."
"I highly doubt it but be my guest. I'm Not sure how your little plan is gonna work with you wearing a hoodie and basketball shorts. And what if you get caught?"
"Then you'll just have to find another girl who's got my kind of skills, and find one that's okay with cleaning up after your ass." You joked, picking up an empty water bottle and tossing it at him. You then hopped out the car and shut the door with a smile.
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Just like you expected, the store was quiet and cool, making the urge to to rip off your hoodie and feel the cold air unbearable. But you pushed away the need and took in the store nonetheless. As your eyes darted around the store you caught the attention of the cashier, who was admittedly cute. Blondes weren't your thing but if you had to date one he'd be the first to know. His hair went down to the base of neck, framing a face littered with acne and crooked smile. But whatever attraction you had towards him was blocked out by your subconscious. Stay focused, get what you need and leave. So you did, briskly walking down an aisle where the cashier couldn't see you. With the way you were positioned you'd be able to get a few things without it being too obvious. You started your stop watch and let lose.
You then plucked three juicy fruit gum packs from their place and slid them into your sleeve. Without breaking your flow, you went into another aisle and searched. Fingers brushing against the colorfully packaged items as you walked. It was almost like a dance that you had perfected down to the very last move. Whenever you began borrowing it felt like you were in your own little world, and if you were being honest your forgot about your stop watch. For some reason a dull yellow smiley face stress ball caught your eye, next was 5 car-max chapsticks , lemon flavored tic tacs, and big bird themed bandaids. It didn't matter if what you had wasn't really anything you needed, what matters is the fact that you could get whatever you wanted and not get caught. A small beeping noise caught your attention, your stop watch. You carefully tucked your last few items into your basketball shorts.
You started walking to the checkout desk before slowly stopping in your tracks. The gods sent a bright beak down upon a crate of Mucho Mango Arizona tea. Alright maybe you were exaggerating a bit but but you could've swore you saw a golden ray shining down from the heavens onto a crate of mango Arizona tea right by the check-out counter. Was it there before? If so how did you not notice? If you could manage to sneak this out, then you'd have won the bet, no doubt about it. You peeked over the aisle you were in and noticed that the cashier was tending to a spill far from his original spot at the counter.
A smile crept onto your face as you walked over and lifted up the crate. (which was a lot heavier than it looked) Your struggled a bit before quickly making your way to the door.
"Hey, hey!" The cashiers voice rang out, making you stumble and run into the door with a loud thud. Pain shot through your left shoulder all the way down to your hand. He bolted from his bucket of mop water and ran towards you. But you were quicker, and scrambled to your feet with the crate still in your arms as you fled the store. The pain almost made you drop the crate but you kept your on grip on it.
"CALI START THE CAR!" You screamed whilst looking over your shoulder, the cashier right on your tail. Cali quickly started the car and not a second later he had the door opened for you. As soon as you jumped in your seat he pulled off and damn near hit the cashier who leapt out of the way just in time.
The boy was visibly shooken up by the chaos that had occurred, his hands holding his head as he watched the two of you drive away. Even though Dj was driving away as fast as he could, you caught a glimpse of the boys name tag.
What a strange name.
"What the fuck y/n!" Dj barked as he made various turns, causing you to slide around in your seat. The car was silent for a moment before the two of you burst into laughter. You let the crate rest on your lap, whilst your hands covered your face to hide the embarrassment you had. Dj on the other hand was howling and slapping the wheel with all his might.
"Y/n what in the- oh my god! What were you thinking! As soon as I saw you slam into the door I knew shit was gonna pop off!" He gasped before giving a cough from laughing so hard.
"Listen listen, I saw the Arizona tea and I had to have it," you paused and pulled out the other things you managed to get as well, "But that doesn't matter, I beat you fair and square!" He looked over at the assortment of yellow items you grabbed.
"Uh huh, how? You got all this yellow shit and I don't see one thing on you that's yellow?" As soon as he said that, you shook your head, still laughing before you lifted up your hoodie to reveal your bare stomach and a bright yellow bra.
"Oh whatever! That's so not fair!" He threw his head back and whined. Satisfied that you won, you tossed everything in the back seat and turned up the radio. Enjoying how good it felt to have had a semi successful trip. Even if your arm hurt like hell. Which reminded you, though you didn't have Dj's good looks, or his smooth talking, you did have one thing.
