Sad Songs for Scott Carver (girlxgirl)

Two

"So...okay...let me just think this one through. You-" The girl pointed her finger at Ellie, not in an I don't believe you accusing manner, but rather just an affirming one. It still made her feel uncomfortable nonetheless. "had memorised the quantity of stock of every single CDs and records in this whole entire store?"

Ellie shuffled around nervously; before she could even stop it she was already biting the insides of her cheeks. She could not contemplate how everything came into this. All she did was tried to explain the truth like she thought it was best. That the only reason she did not use the computer was that she already had everything memorised. From names to availability - every single CD, every single record - she had already known and listened to.

Ever since Ellie started working later hours at the Planet Record Store, she had sometimes sneak up on listening to a record when she was cleaning up after work, and sometimes even taking a cd home when it seemed like nobody was wanting to buy it (of course, she would return it back the next day since she was no where near of having the guts to actually steal it).
Eventually, one record after the next, after days, weeks, even years of doing so - she eventually came to the point where she have listened to them all. All. No exaggerations. It scared Ellie at first at how it was utterly insane for a person to have memorised every item in stock inside of a record store, but she couldn't really help that she had an exceptional memory and was checking the new arrival boxes for new music everyday. And that's not even close to the next shameful thing.

The actual reason she started listening to records after work, and going through boxes to find new ones when she runs out wasn't because she just one day decided to do so.
It was because of him.
Scott would always shows up at the start of the week to buy records with his eyes mellow and his hair ruffled by the wind. Ellie felt queasy whenever she saw the silhouette of his backpack and the two drumsticks that stick out from the left side of it enter. Sometimes, he would drop a casual 'hey' or 'hello' towards her direction and that would already be enough to turn her into a massive wreck.
However, his appearance wasn't the only thing that made her insides felt completely puny and frail. Scott was also the drummer of the most notable indie band in the area, and he was also their songwriter (a very good one at that). Ellie had found herself downloading all of their tracks on SoundCloud, and even subscribing to their YouTube channel. She was a big fan and it was pitiful; she knew that at the least. She had decided to get over him after this summer, to rid off all those weird feelings inside of her for good. But it has already been the second week, and to be frank, it wasn't working.

"Alright then," The girl's somewhat peppy voice snapped Ellie back into reality, when she caught her face, her eyes were already beaming, "I'll sort of believe you. But, since that you have said that you memorised by listening to them all, I'm going to give you a quiz," She inched her face closer and winked, "Don't worry it'll only take three seconds."

"A what?" Ellie muttered.

"A quiz," The girl grinned and nodded at her. All Ellie noticed were the dimples. "Right. Let's begin," She cleared her throat, "Which album of Belle and Sebastian is There's Too Much Love on?"

Easy. "Fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant." Ellie answered almost immediately, but it only came out as a muffle. She wondered if the girl even heard it.

"Hm," The girl grinned sheepishly, her palm sliding through the lines of her hair. It was really messy in Ellie's opinion. "Not bad, uh..." The girl paused, her eyes unfocused like she was thinking of something. Ellie was dreading of what's about to come next. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" The girl asked.

And there it is. "E-Ellie." She said and stuttered. Again. She was finding it extremely hard to make eye contact. Maybe it's because she hardly ever makes eye contact.

"Not bad, Ellie." The girl said, smiling widely at her.

There was a big whoosh from the door, and then it slammed right open. Both of their heads turned to look at it. Standing in a black mini dress was Hannah Hartley, Scott's ex (also the girl Ellie took Chemistry with). They hardly ever talk. Her body was tiny but she stomped all the way through to the counter anyway. They exchange glances for a second but Ellie didn't dare to speak up. That was before Hannah turned towards her and said, "Hey."

"Hey." She quietly muttered back.

"More stuff of yours just arrived. You better get home to pack them, Fee." Hannah said. Ellie thought that she was talking to her at first, but then realised that she was actually talking to the girl in front of her.

"Really?" The girl, Fee (she think), immediately lightened up. And in just a second she was already out of the door, though, not without flashing Ellie another wide grin first. Hannah also smiled at her before she left.
Even though they never talk, Ellie had forgotten about how polite she always was.

After all the customers left, Ellie didn't have a lot to do. She cleaned up like usual, and checked the boxes for new records. When she couldn't find it, she went online and searched for Belle and Sebastian. She listened to them for half an hour before closing up and catching the bus home.