Aisle 9
A/N: THIS IS A ONE-SHOT. NO MORE CHAPTERS, MMM 'KAY? Ahem. Anyway, hope you enjoy my try of a one-shot, while I work on my other story, Crossing Paths, btw is also Austin and Ally. I haven't been in Costco in forever, nevertheless know which aisle the pancake mix is, so I used the number nine, like my favourite year, 2009. I don't really like the way I wrote this story, cause it sounds so lame. OH GAD. :(
Disclaimer: ME NO OWN, ANYTHING! MESTIE HAS SPOKEN!
Austin P.O.V
Dammit, where's the pancake mix?! Of course, my frickin favourite food ingredient is non-existent in Costco!
I sighed.
I've been searching the aisles forever, and my stubborn ass has no guts to speak to an employe- OH HELLO! Pretty girl, ahead! A petite brunette walked around with a nametag 'Ally' on her orange shirt, organizing different types of books on the shelf.
Ally. Rolls of the tongue nicely, not to mention that the name sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. But I walk up to her, bracing myself. As I approach, she takes a glance towards me and automatically smiles. Dang, someone's friendly.
"Hey there! How can I help you in Costco today?" She asks politely, eyes searching my face, with a sort of gleam radiating her. "Yeah," I scratch the back of my neck nervously. " I'm kinda sorta looking for pancake mix."
Why was I so nervous? It was just a pretty girl! I internally facepalmed. "Yup. It's in aisle 9! I can show you if you like." I nodded and she began to walk. An awkward silence was exchanged between us until 'Ally' broke it. "So, what's your name, blondie? I keep thinking I've seen you before." I looked at her, confused.
Sure, I thought I recognised her before as well, but I was strange to hear it from her. "Austin, and your name is probably Ally, judging by your nametag." THAT WAS SO LAME! OH MY GAD. I felt the urge to facepalm when she started talking again. Wow, I suddenly feel like a girl.
"Um yeah. It is." She gave me a weirded-out look and she continued to walk.
Ally P.O.V
'Austin' is kind of ditzy, but at least he's cute. I know, I know. I'm shallow, right? Well people who are cute are cute! Don't judge me! We stayed silent the rest of the way to aisle 9, and I directed him to the pancake mix section. "Okay, so here you are, Austin." I attempted at using his word in a sentence. Ugh, I'm such a dork.
"Thanks." He totally pokerfaced out, as I was totally unable to read his expression. He awkwardly took a little bag of pancake mix, and blinked slowly. Wait, what was I doing here? Ugh, my boss is gonna kill me if she finds out I'm not doing my job. I start to walk out of the aisle when someone grabs my wrist.
I face Austin with a questioning expression all over my face. "Um, call me." He stuffs my open hand with a piece of ripped paper, scrawny writing of some digits, then runs off, empty-handed. I really wanted to say something like, "Okay."
But I guess I just had to call him. Oh well. At least I have a cute guy waiting for my call, with one less pancake mix. I shrugged and exited aisle 9.
A/N: I feel really uncomfortable about this story, cause I don't think I like it :/ BUT if you did, like/fav/follow. BTW PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I need to know what YOU think. You guys are important!
MESTIE OVER AND OUT!