Sorry, I Don't Work Here // 5SOS

Chapter One - Sing Something

It's that time of year. Christmas. While most people love this time of year, I really don't. Now don't be thinking I'm the Grinch but I just get so stressed with Christmas shopping. What if the person doesn't like the present? Or if I go over the top with the present? And they still don't like it -.- . Then add that Australian Christmas is in the middle of summer. Why couldn't I live in Canada or anywhere where it snows.

"Chloe there's two days until Christmas and you still haven't bought any presents" my mother said barging in to my room.

"Yeah yeah I have tomorrow" I tried to brush off.

"No you're going today." She said flatly with a blank expression "all you ever do is sit in your room reading and listening to your rah rah music"

"Mum please, don't call it rah rah. Just be grateful that I don't go doing drugs and drinking" I said

"Chloe, out." She rolled her eyes pointing out the door.

I let out a loud groan and dragged my lazy body out the room. "But seri-"

"Leave." She cut me off.

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I reached the shopping centre after a short bus ride and walked around the crowded space. People walked in every direction scurrying with shopping trolleys. The scene was actually really vicious. When I finally made it past the river of people, mind you nearly being run over by a trolley, I was at a clothing store.

Yeah so I was meant to be shopping for presents but it doesn't hurt to look. I walked into the shop and made my way straight to the... men's wear.

Don't judge me -.- I just don't like skin tight shirts and mini skirts. I like skinny jeans with graphic shirts. Yes I know I could get it from the girls section but ehhh guys have good options

As i get there, there is one guy there. I contemplated whether or not to wait for him to leave but i really dont have time. I skimmed through the racks trying to avoid any contact with the guy.

I took a small glance in his direction. He had this determined look on his face as he rummaged through the rack next to me.

He was cute. Like reaaaally cute. Oh god I have a boyfriend. That's like cheating but in your head.

"Hi um, can you tell me whether this shirt comes in a larger size?" He asked me.

I looked at him for a moment wondering who he was talking to, then I mentally face palmed myself in the face when I realized it was me. "Oh sorry, don't work here" I chuckled.

" I'm sooo sorry!" He blushed. "God that's embarrasing"

"It's fine" I smiled as I turned back to the rack.

"Shopping for a brother or boyfriend" he asked rising an eyebrow.

"Aha well um..no no.. kinda.. for myself." I stuttered in embarrassment. This guy's going to think I'm some weirdo that dresses as a boy for fun.

"Oh.." he said his lips forming in a line. "Well that would explain why you're not dressed in some girly outfit now" he chuckled.

"Ahaha well yeah it would" I chuckled. I looked at his face for a moment. Why does he look so familiar.

"Um is something wrong?" He asked snapping me out of thought.

"NO no just you look so familiar" I squinted my eyes as if that would tell me the answer. Then the light bulb turned on in my head. "WAIT... YOU.. YOU'RE ASHTON IRWIN ARENT YOU?!

"Ahaha now you got it, since you didn't get it within like the first couple seconds I'm guessing you're not a fan huh" he chuckled

"Mm I've heard a couple songs and you guys are great but no sorry, my boyfriend however like fan girls over you guys, it's kinda creepy actually." I giggled shaking my head at the thought of Renz. "Actually do you mind if I have a photo to rub it in his face? "