Mr Pretzel

The sound of a hang hitting my door over and over pulled me from my dreams. Nice dreams, where I married Johnny Depp and went for a swim in a pool full of money. Urgh, whoever woke me will pay… big time! I slid out from underneath the warm covers, ignoring the lazy part of me that was kicking and screaming about having to get out of bed. I mentally told her to shut the hell up and pulled on my fluffy robe before heading down the hall towards the door and the noise.

"Rent." The words were spoken before I'd even pulled the door the whole way open. I poked my head out of the door, squinting up at my landlord. He was tall, beefy; and quite frankly he was scary as hell. I groaned internally as I grabbed behind me for my bag on the table by the door and peered inside.

My job is crappy and money is always tight so when I found my purse and opened it, it was like looking into a black hole; there's nothing there. I found a small wad of cash and counted it carefully as he watched me. I had just enough for this month's rent so I handed it over reluctantly. He snatched the money from my grasp and scurried off to the next door.

I shut my door and slid the bolt back across before walking into the living room and plopping down in my battered old armchair. I emptied out the contents of my purse into my lap. I had exactly £6 and forty-six pence. I grabbed my back and dug around in it for a while until I found some more change. An extra 23 pence was added to my miniscule pile of money.

In my hand I also had an old bus ticket, my trusty lip balm and a Mr Pretzel loyalty card. A loyalty card that had all the stamps filled in too. Hey! That means I get a free pretzel! I looked over at my desk and saw my unfinished essay sat on there, practically staring at me. If I didn't do it, my university professor would kill me without a doubt.

Well, if you're going to hell you might as well take a pretzel with you. I couldn't argue with my own knowledge so I dumped my precious little money back into my purse along with my card and went back to my bedroom. I threw on jeans and an old tank top from the back of my wardrobe before brushing my teeth and throwing my hair into a messy bun.

I pulled on my beat-up converse, tugged my green hoodie over my head, grabbed my bag and headed out of the door. I locked up my flat and walked the few metres to the bus stop. As I was waiting, I thought about how it was a lovely morning and my day might be looking up after all. And then it started raining. Fml!

I pulled my hood up and grumbled under my breath until the bus rounded the corner. I hopped on and paid my fare, sliding into a seat and pulling my hood back down before I fixed my earphones into my ears and blocked out the world to some good old Marley.

"Don't worry, 'bout a thing. 'Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright."

Yeah thanks Bob but I'm not really convinced here. My stop arrived and I jumped off the bus and ran into the huge shopping centre in front of me. I walked up the stairs and over to the Mr Pretzel stand. They'd just opened and I could smell the pretzels cooking, mmmm.

"One cinnamon pretzel please." I said, pulling one earphone out of one ear and flourishing my loyalty card. I looked up at the cashier and saw a very cute guy standing there; he gave me a very toothy smile and turned around to get my pretzel.

I couldn't help but admire his arse as I waited. It was a cute bum. He turned back around to me and I looked him up and down shamelessly, but only because I noticed him doing the same to me. He had tanned skin, dark brown shaggy hair and chocolaty coloured eyes. His features were strong and my mind just screamed seeexxxyyyy!

"There ya go." He said and I about dropped dead at his deep American voice. I took the pretzel from him and smiled as he took my card and checked all the stamps on it.

"So what's an American guy like you doing in England?" I asked as I leaned against the counter. He chuckled as he put the card in a drawer.

"I'm on a holiday of sorts. I needed to get away from life for a while." He replied and took a gulp from a bottle of water.

"Where are you from?" I knew I was being nosy but he humoured me.

"Forks, Washington."

"Why are you working at a pretzel stand?"

"Because I really like pretzels." He laughed and I laughed with him.

"You and me both my friend." I said and he laughed again. I smiled and waved at him before I walked away. Should have asked for a date idiot! My mind screamed at me.

I ate my pretzel and was about to throw the napkin away when I noticed the words Joe's Café 7pm and some numbers underneath. I laughed to myself and pulled my phone from my pocket and texted the number.

Cheeky :P

There was a reply within seconds.

That's me :D Will you come?

I laughed.

Sure. I'm Scarlett by the way

I tucked the napkin into my bag as I walked the half-mile to work.

Hey Scarlett I'm Embry. See you 7 :)

Ah Mr Pretzel, I love you.

A/n. Well hellooo there. I changed my penname from Luvjazzyhales4evs13 to this so if you're wondering who the hell this is… it's me! Hi! I seriously was looking through my very empty purse and found my Mr Pretzel loyalty card (which isn't full by the way) and decided to write this. It's supposed to be a one shot but I might continue it if you guys like it so please review and tell me what you think :D

Writer-Of-Randomness