My first fanfic!!!!!! I hope you all like it. Sorry if I wasted your time with you think it is crap. :)
I am not a morning person – I would go as far as to say that I hate mornings. There would usually never be any exceptions; people would think that if you wake up next to your boyfriend, it would make you feel happy about waking up early – not with me. I would still feel and look like shit.
Usually when you wake up in the morning you would have only dreamt half of the dream and once you wake up you would never be able to finish it. Once you are awake, most times, when you look in the mirror you look terrible, but if you already looked as bad as me, then you would look worse.
Luckily, on this day I woke up at 4 in the afternoon. My dream was finished and complete – although I have forgotten most of it, but it had finished where I wanted it to. I felt awake and not lazy; I turned my head to the digital clock on my bed side table and shot up. Work in four hours; I needed a shower, to do some shopping and pop over to Phil (because I haven't seen him in two days) and get my dad his prescription from the pharmacy in 20 minutes!
"Great", I said aloud, "I have to have a five minute shower."
I hate quick showers, I like to have them really long ones that last about an hour, mainly because I love hot water. There would also be no time to dry my hair, which would mean that I would have to go out with drenched hair and then drenched clothes because of my wet hair over my clothes. I would never go out with all my hair tied up. I like to have all my hair out, all my hair tied back, but my fringe still out or, on the rear occasions, my fringe back and my hair out.
I had a shower, where I shampooed my hair and brushed my teeth at the same time – because I didn't have much time.
I put on a black hoodie with silver stars, dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of white with silver stars all star converses. I had to get to the pharmacy in 5 minutes, because that is the opening time and then give it to my dad before he leaves for work in 10 minutes.
Being me, i had toput eye liner on. I didn't care what time it was, i could not go out without eye liner on. I do put more make up on, but only sometimes. Eye liner is an essential.
When I left the room I closed the door behind me, but looking back at the clutter and the mess. I didn't leave my room to get ready, because I had a bathroom in it. Lucky me. I shut the door and locked it.
I went down stair to find that my dad was sitting on the sofa watching the television.
I am 20 and I still live with my parents. It is not like I don't have a job, I do. I work in a bar, which I really enjoy. I do have a choice to leave, because I would be able to afford rent for a flat that I have an eye on. I have saved up money to have about four months rent that would be paid in advance. That way I would not be evicted in an embarrassing way, with my entire junk out on the street and people steeling it all.
I do get privacy though, with me having a lock on the door and a bathroom in it.
I waved my dad goodbye.
"I'll be back in 'bout 10 minutes wif your pills 'k?"
"Yeah. But hurry up will ye, Stace, I 'av to leave fo' work in about 10 minutes. 'Cus I will have no hope getting there if tha' Mr. Mulcane is at the counter. Bye Stacie." He chuckled.
"Yeah. See ya in 'bout 10. Bye."
I walked out the door and shut it. I stood at the door for about three seconds, looking left to right, and then ran in the direction of the pharmacy. I was a fairly good long distance runner. So I wasn't very worn out when I got to the pharmacy. They were had just opened and there was a rather dopey man walking through the door. He had blue hair and was terribly lanky, well at least to me when I stood behind him impatiently in the queue line. Why didn't I run any faster, I thought to myself.
"Hello again Stuart." said the man standing behind the counter. Thank God it wasn't Mr. Mulcane; otherwise my dad really would have no hope of getting to work today.
"'Ello, howwa you?" asked this Stuart to the man.
"Good thank you. How about you?"
"'M awrigh', but I do 'ave a bi' ov an 'eadache."
"I'll be right back." And with that, the man walked into the back room. I was praying that this Start wouldn't turn around and talk to be, but, he did, smiling. Then I noticed his eyes, they were black, just black, no white or red, just black. He was also missing his two front teeth, this I noticed through his crooked smile.
"'Ello, I'm Start."
"Yeah, I heard, I'm Stacie."
"Call me 2D though, I keep tellin' 'im tha', but I fink 'e's the memory of a tea spoon." he pointed at the man in the back room. I stared at him blankly, his sentence going on over and over in my head, then I finally got the joke. I let out slight laugh, but it just sounded like I was breathing.
"Kool, 2–D." He looked familiar, but don't know how, "I like your 'air," I complemented, pointing at his blue spiky, straight hair.
"Oh – yeah, fanks. D'ya know is' natural?" he said stoking his hair and sort of smiling.
I looked at him puzzled "really? Tha's so kool."
"Your 'air is cool too. It sort o' goes purple in the light." He said smiling.
"Fanks. 'Nd guess what, is' natural too," I said laughing. 2D laughed too. My hair was jet black, but in the light, instead of the shine being white, it goes purple. 2D went to lean on the counter, but then missed, causing him to flop. I laughed really loud, unable to control myself.
"C'mon, it aint tha' funny," 2D was a little embarrass, I could tell.
"Yes it was," I giggled out, nearly red in the face.
"Fine, maybe it was."
I calmed down a bit. "Do you come 'ere often, because tha' guy knows you, but I ain't seen 'ere before?"
"Yeah I do, I jus' usually come 'ere later than fis."
"Kool. I usually come earlier that vis, but for some reason, they opened later, so I have to rush back, cus ma pops needs to go to work, but 'e needs to take 'is meds before 'e goes."
"Well you could 'ave jus' tol' me and then, I would 'ave let you go before me."
"Well I didn't know tha', did I?" I gave him a sarcastic, but serious look.
"Sorry." He sort of coward, but I laughed.
"What the bloody 'ell are u scared of?" I asked. He stood up straight.
"Dunno." Then he also laughed.
The pharmacist man came out from the back room.
"Here you go Stuart," he said, handing 2D a paper bag. 2D took the bag.
"Fanks," he turned to me, "I think your cool and I wanna get to know you. Can I have your number?"
I burst out laughing, Mike was looking very confused (the pharmacist, I had a look at his name tag, which read Mike Toobs). I nodded, not red in the face, because I wasn't very embarrassed as I already had a boyfriend. He took down my number and he gave me his.
"Well, see ya later, bye." He said as he departed the shop forgetting his medication.
"Urm...... 2D, your meds," I said holding the bag. He turned around, and in doing so, he slipped over his heel and fell on his backside. I laughed even louder that I did earlier on, I attempted to help him up, but he was having a laughing fit and kept slipping. He made me fall over as well, because I was holding his wrist helping him up. Mike still looked very confused. We did eventually get up and 2D left. He did seem very cool.
"Yes Stacie," Mike asked, then it all kicked in, I looked at my watch. I had to get back within two minutes!
"Can u please hurry Mike? I need to get back to my dad." I handed him the prescription paper. He went to the back room and came back in 20 seconds. Did he read my mind? I thought to myself.
"Here you go Stacie." Mike handed me the paper back and I ran home.
I got home and there was a note on the table.
Stace, I took the 'just in case' pill's and went to work. Mr. Mulcane really was there I guess. Just my luck. Dad
I slapped my fore head then went to my room.
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