*buzz buzz buzz*

'Nope. No. Not facing the day'

The phone didn't seem to care

*buzz buzz buzz*

'Fuck off you god damn cell phone'

*buzz buzz buzz*

"Fine! Fine! You win I'm up you shit wad phone!" Deidara shouted at the electronic device. He switched on the alarm and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and landed on the couch across the concrete floor. That damned device could be run over by a semi and it wouldn't even crack.

It was 4 am. He had work in an hour. Not like actually getting to work was an issue. It was right upstairs. It was simply the act of doing something as mundane and mediocre as running a book shop that was pissing him off.

Sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge off the bed he rested his head in his hands.

"fuck this."

He was tired of this day after day life. Going to school. Going to work. Going to bed. With the occasional party here and there. He needed something. Excitement. Something to cling on to. Give him a reason to want to wake up in the morning.

With a sigh he stood up and stretched. His porn star moan and yawn following.

"Coffee" was all his brain was processing at the current time. 'Water….pot….maker…coffee…..start'. Fifteen minutes later he faced himself in the mirror and starting getting ready for the day.

Un-amused eyes of his refection stared back at him as he brushed his teeth and yanked his long blonde hair up into a high half ponytail. He let his long bangs fall over his left eye. Turning away he adorned his wrists with leather wrist bands and a few chains that were tossed onto his dresser. Opening the drawers he found a pair of grey loose jeans, a black sleeve-less shirt, and black vest.

After dressing he walked across the concrete floor of his shop's basement in the ground to the stairs that led to the shop upstairs. Pausing only to slip on his thick combat boots, he made his way up the dark shop and went to setting it all up.

It was a used book store. Nothing all that special at all. He certainly didn't look like I should be working in here. Rather he looked like a delinquent who should be put bombing some buildings or something. But that was partially why he dressed the way he did. It was unexpected. When you walked in this shop you expected some short nerdy guy who couldn't get a date to save his life. Or some old woman who could barely see over her thick bottle cap glasses. But rather you walk in and see a tall blonde and handsome man who just id fulfilling his mother's wishes. Call him a momma's boy, but if you went through the things he did with his mom, you'd do the same thing

His mother had died three years past and decided to leave the store to him. He already helped run it because as of late, she was sick more often than not and couldn't always help up. He grew up in this store. Scraping by with good will stores and food stamps when things got hard. Not like that was anything traumatizing to him or anything. Its just what he did.

After the store was set up he turned the sign on the door to 'Open' instead of closed and sat behind the desk in the corner waiting for the lack of customers he received on a daily basis. Living in a small town wasn't exactly ideal for a guy like him. Nor is it ideal for a book store, a used book store at that, to be placed in a town half filled with illiterate bastards and the other half with shuffling old women. but being his position he couldn't exactly leave. So he stayed. He didn't care. It paid (well mostly) the bills and kept him alive.

~4 hours later~

The blonde behind the desk was drawing a bird of some kind, concentrating so hard that he wasn't getting the wing right he didn't notice when the door had opened setting off a small little *ding*.

He had already had a few customers, two donations, and even a few purchases. People rarely wanted help, so he often drew while waiting for them to ask for help. Of course he almost always greeted them when they walked through the door. Almost always. This was one of those rare moments when he failed to do so

A voice in between one of the book shelves snapped him out of his trance.

"somehow I feel like doodling is not what an employee of a book store is supposed to be doing." A slightly soft, feminine but still sneering voice pulled the blonde back to reality. Slightly irked at the tone of voice, he began to look up "pardon my rudeness, I didn't hear the bell ding" he replied with just the slightest bight in his voice. when he looked up at the owner of the voice his voice faltered slightly .

His eyes made contact with a very pretty boy, much to his annoyance. His skin was pale, and he had a mop of red hair that laid in thick clumps along his skull. Not exactly messy, just in a mop. He wore a fitted red long sleeve shirt that had thumb holes cut in it, and the neck line cut out so it revealed more of his shoulders and collar bone. He wore string and hemp bracelets and a leather wrist band, pendants hung from his neck. His eyes though are what really caught his attention. They were heavily lidded, and portrayed no emotion, or only indifference. The irises were lavender, with flecks of gold. They were beautiful. It only pissed off Deidara. Of course a kid this sexy had to be an absolute douche bag.

"Did you need assistance" He said after a few seconds of recovery. He was annoyed he had to deal with this pretty boy arrogant enough to interrupt his drawing in such a manner. Despite his annoyance he stood up with out an answer and leaned forward on his elbows. He did have to pay his bills.

"No not really. Just thought I should point out your obvious lack for common courtesies if you are trying to win over customers., and if its just cause of the bell, get your ears checked." What the hell is with this guy, holy shit. Deidara was in no mood to deal with this kids bull shit. How old is he any way like 15?

"Hm, if your going to act like that at least come up with a legit reason. Last I checked I did nothing to you." Deidara replied through his teeth. He pushed past the red headed kid. The blonde tried to distract himself by organizing some of the books on a truck onto the shelves.

The kid shrugged his shoulders and browsed the shelves. The annoyed worker watched the boy as inconspicuously as he can. The kid was exactly that. He didn't look older than 16. Deidara was annoyed that the kid was rude. But he just shrugged it off. Its not something he was not used to. He has had his fair share of rude people. It was the way this boy looked. The only impression that was given was that the kid was some snot nosed kid who had the world handed to him on a silver platter. But his actual face, and movements, were that of a mystery to the blonde. Deidara knew how to admire art when he saw it. That was his true passion after all. And this boy was the embodiment of art.

He shook the thoughts. He's a 22 year old man, he shouldn't even be looking at this kid.

He went back to his desk. This time organizing some accounts on his POS computer.

"ehem" an impatient cough sounded.

Deidara turned and faced the kid who was holding some manga. Deidara took the books, not paying attention to the titles and scanned them.

"$20.69."

The unknown kid handed him the amount asked and began to make his way to the door. But before he could make it. And before the tall blonde could stop himself, he accidentally blurted out,

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

The red head turned and looked at him. Deidara began to feel his cheeks burn. The figure at the door smirked,

"hm, maybe you will know one day, but I'll tell you this much, its not kid."

And he was gone. The blonde sat back on his chair and sighed. 'I wonder if he'll show up again'. The blonde shoved those thoughts out of his head quickly as he could as soon as they appeared. Although despite his annoyance, and rudeness, and over all douche baggy persona…. Deidara couldn't deny the red headed kid was intriguing.