First Sight [ Niall Horan, Barack Obama and Cake Boss's Buddy Valastro ]

The gas station cashier

It was a cool september night. The month had just begun and you could already feel the summer fading away. There was a boy walking down main street, heading over to his night shift at the  gas station. It was a sketchy neighborhood, and he was a scrawny boy clutching a little spray bottle of maze inside the pocket of his gray hoodie. He looked so vulnerable that I couldn’t help but follow him every night until he reached his destination. I knew that one day he was bound to notice, but what I didn’t know is that he would bring to me this amazing pain called love.

One day I decided to go inside the gas shop. I didn’t really decided, my friends made me go to get some snacks. i didn’t want them to ask why I didn’t want to go inside. I was scared the boy would recognize me and flip out or something. I tried to calm myself. It was 7 pm, his shift didn’t probably start till 9 pm or something. He always arrived at 8:30.

I went in as the bell on the glass door tingled. I quickly scurried to get the snacks still feeling a bit paranoid with my head down. I being the stupid mess I am, I crash with one of the aisle and knocked down a couple of baby pampers.

“Hey sir” said a deep voice, “ are you alright?”. Shit, I thought to myself, I hope this isn’t scrawny guy.

“Yeah I--” I looked up and realised it was infact scrawny guy and immediately panicked, “I’m sorry? uh-uh-- I better get some uh, snacks my friends are uh, waiting for me”. I ran off the the end of the hall and grabbed one of each chip or soda I saw. I was a nervous wreck, my hands were literally shaking. Scrawny guy followed me, he looked kind of worried, unconvinced that I was okay. I made the worst mistake i’ve ever made. I looked at him in the eyes, and remembered that sappy crap my ex boyfriend used to tell me about the eyes being windows to the soul. I felt something close to falling down a cliff and riding a rollercoaster with a loop, and I knew there was no turning back.

“Are you sure you are okay?” he asked when I didn’t took my eyes off his, “I’m fine” I said. I walk over to the cash register and placed my items on the counter. There was nobody there, and it didn’t look like a self check station.

“Sorry” Barack said, or at least that what his name tag said, “we are short on staff today”.

“You aren’t the usual cashier here” I stated, but I didn’t know who was even the regular cashier I just wanted to know why he wasn’t on his usual night shift. I couldn’t ask him exactly that because how do you explain to someone you follow him every night.

“You’re right” he replied, “It’s normally Jocelyn who has this shift”. He paused to put my checked items in a bag, “she quit, and I took the opportunity, because I had the night shift and it sucked”. He finished tying a knot in the bag and gave it to me. “That would be 19.75, um--”.

“Niall, my names Niall” I said, as I passed him a 20 one of my friends gave me.

“Nice to meet you Niall”  he smiled, “thanks for shopping, have a good evening”.