Grease Preferences And Imagines

Doody Imagine

      
1958
       With a smile plastered on my face, I walked into the new record store that opened the weekend before. The smell of fresh vinyl entered my nose as the sight of millions, well thousands, of records stared at me. There was everything from Jerry Lee Lewis to Ritchie Valens and the best part was that the new store was relatively close to home.
          I had five dollars on me from my last paycheck from working at (your job) to spend on records. The front end of the store was filled with only the hottest albums, so of course, I began there. The first album I found was Buddy Holly's new solo album. I picked it up and examined the songs to see that "Peggy Sue" and "Everyday" were on it. Best of all, it was only $3.25, which was a great price regarding that this was a hot new album.
        Towards the back of the store, there was stacks upon stacks of 45 singles. Of course, I decided to check them out as well. There were just as much singles as there was albums.
      The singles were twenty five cents a piece, so I figured, I had enough for seven singles or an older album. That idea vanished as within the first five seconds of examining the singles, I founding five I wanted. The next several minutes, I scanned some of last year's singles and chose on Chuck Berry and Eddie Cochran.
           I grabbed the small stack of singles and the Buddy Holly album and made my way to the counter to pay. I gently placed the records on the cold surface and dug out of my pockets to grab my five dollar bill. The cashier then proceded rung up my albums.
        "That'll be $5.25." She said sternly. I realized I didn't have enough on me and that I totally forgot about the tax! Uh oh!
       "Um, give me a minute, I'll have to put some of these back," I stated nervously as I ducked out of the line of customers. I went back to the singles shelf and began the hard decision of removing some of the singles I picked out. 
           My anxiety grew on me as I examined all seven singles, deciding on which two had to go. Suddenly, I felt eyes staring at me. I whipped around to see a boy my age smiling at me. I gulped and stepped back, not knowing what to do.
           "Do you need this?" He asked, holding out a quarter. "I know how hard it is to decode on what records to keep." Dumbfounded, I slowly nodded as I took the money from his hand. I went back in the line and paid for everything. When I got back, the boy was still there.
        "Thanks for the quarter. I'm so sorry." I said, holding my bag of records.
        "Anytime at all. I'm Doody!" He reached his hand out to shake mine. He then tucked a piece of his springy coffee hair behind his hair. From close up, you can smell the distant smell of cigarettes and leather.
           I fixed my eyes on him. Even if it was a quarter, I felt bad that he helped pay for my records. "Is there anyway to return the favor? I feel guilty."
         A smirk formed across Doody's face. "How about date?"
        I looked at him and smiled. He did look good quite attractive. "Sure. I'm around all next week. Oh, and I'm Y/N."
        "Great! You have a beautiful name there Y/N. Does next Tuesday at six work?" He questioned. I nodded. Running over to the counter, he "borrowed" a pen and wrote down his number. "Here's my number, feel free to call." He handed me the piece of paper, our fingers nearly touching.
           "All right! I'll definitely call you Doody. Nice meeting you!" I smiled once again and exited the record store, feeling instantly excited for next Tuesday.

       

Should I make a part 2?