My friend and I gave each other a challenge - the 20 Phrases Challenge. We're both posting fanfics with twenty one-shots, one for each of the twenty quotes we picked out. This is my first, and there will be ninteen more to come. Mine will either be AkuRoku or Zemyx, and maybe another surprise pairing somewhere.
Number: 1
Quote: "Smile and nod."
Pairing: AkuRoku
Rating: T
Outside of a little town on a deserted street at three o'clock in the morning, there was a little convenience store. And in that little conveniece store at three o'clock in the morning was a little worker behind the cash register, looking around boredly and yawning occasionally. You see, this was the shift that went from midnight to five in the morning, and it was his least favorite shift. The little worker was the only one in the store, so he didn't even have anyone to talk to during those boring five hours when no one ever came in.
The little worker was quite short for being nineteen, and he had eyes that were bright blue (When they weren't clouded and half-closed with a need for sleep) and short blonde hair that was spiked carefully to the right (When the spikes hadn't fallen out completely due to having not been gelled since morning).
This particular ngiht, the blonde was sitting where he was suppose to be, tapping a pen on the counter to try and amuse himself. He slipped his phone out of his pocket - something he would have gotten yelled at for was he working during the day - and checking the time, noting with disgust he still had another three hours to sit and do nothing.
Though he would never admit it, the little blonde worker jumped when the front door slammed open and a tired-looking man with spiky red hair stumbled in. He sat up staright, watching as the man walked over to the desk he was at.
"Look, name's Axel, g't memorized?" he slurred. "I got a few things I need from this here little store, m'kay...Roxs's?" He paused, squinting emerald eyes at the name tag on the little worker's outfit and slurring his name, as well.
"Well, sir, that's fine," the little worker called Roxas started, "but normally customers come in and find what they need themselves, then bring it here to check out." He barely finished his sentence before the redhead held his hand out for Roxas to stop talking.
"Look 'ere, bud. I ain't slept in three nights straight, got't? Three. So I ain't just 'bout to go and get stuff myself. You're gonna do't for me, got't, bud?" Axel said, putting both hands on the counter and leaning down.
Roxas, the ever-pleasant little worker, smiled and nodded. "Of course, sir. What is it you would like?"
"Lessee...I need two highlighters, a pack a cards, a bundle a firewood, three bags a cotton candy, a Harry Potter computer game, and your number."
"Excuse me?" Roxas coughed, for the first time letting his smile drop. He had been patiently writing down what the man had asked for, despite knowing the store he worked at carried none of it. "Mind repeating that last bit?"
"I said, I needed your number. Is that too much to ask for?" The man leaned down, and to the little worker's surprise, he smelled no alcohol on his breath. In fact, he really just smelled like cinnamon and campfire smoke.
Resignedly, the little worker took out a second slip of paper and wrote down his number, then slid it to the other man. He was flashed a brilliant grin before the man stood straight and walked out, without even a slight slump to his gait.
Outside of a little town, on a deserted street at three o'clock int he morning, there was a little conveience store. And in that little convenience store was a little worker behind the cash register, smiling at the man who had just brightened his night and made his least favorite shift worthwhile.