Sad Songs for Scott Carver (girlxgirl)

One

The girl was here again.
The one with the dark hair and the almond eyes and the tan skin.
She was here again.
And she was rummaging over the old pile of records that nobody ever bother to look at. From Ray Charles, to Joni Mitchell, then to The Police - she held them up for two seconds, and then chucked them right back into the dusty wooden box that laid indolently on the ground.

She had been doing this for almost every day.

Ellie does sometimes feel inclined to question the girl about whatever she's doing, but laziness always got the better of her. Eventually, it's become a habit to just ignore the girl. She felt safer standing behind the protective barrier of the vintage counter, toppled up in glued posters anyway. It made her feel invisible, safe.
Even beneath the old-fashioned glasses frame, Ellie had never been the kind of girl who played sports, nor is she ever so good with socializing. Lately, it seems that the only thing she was really good at was blending into walls and pretending like she didn't exist. It seemed to work on most people anyway. Most especially her crush, Scott, but it was always something to be expected. Why would he ever pay any attention to her? There isn't anything special about her at all. No, really, there isn't. If she could just think of one tiny inconsequential thing about herself that maybe (just maybe) would make her just a tad bit more interesting, was her (what Luke calls it) distressing taste in music. And that's pretty depressing.

"Do you have Belle and Sebastian?"

Her heart dropped.
The girl was in front the counter. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, staring straight into her face. She opened her mouth, "Do you have Belle and Sebastian?"

Ellie felt a chill slipping down her spine, like tiny insects were crawling all over her. She did not know if it was because of the dark circles beneath her eyes, or the white My Chemical Romance shirt that she was wearing, but whatever that it is - the girl was making her feel rather intimidated.

"Uh," She stumbled to the computer on her left, pushed her glasses up her nose, and then pretend to click a few times with the mouse to make it look like she was actually trying to find something. "There are CDs but no vinyl."

The girl stared at her grimly. She blinked a few times - her face looking as though she's been deprived from sleep. Then she said, "You know I can see the reflection on your glasses that you're just clicking random spots on the screen right?"

Crap.
Ellie froze. Not knowing what to do or say, she begun a search around her muddled brain for any forms of plausible excuse. Words were building up on the inside of her like an atomic bomb that's yet to set and she was begining to curse herself a million times (internally, of course).
It took a bit too long before she manage to realise that the girl standing in front of her was making giggling noises. Her mouth curled into two sides with deep dimples on each side of her cheeks, and her eyes narrowed up so small that they seemingly disappear.
And then it striked Ellie...
It striked her that despite the girl's dark circles, her messy chestnut hair, her chapped lips and her weird MCR shirt, (even her slagging pose probably caused by sleep deprivation) - when she smiled; she was gleaming.