I DON'T TRUST MYSELF
"How much are the butterscotch pieces, miss?" Katie spun quickly, ripping the ear-buds from her ears and giving the forty-something year old before her a weak smile.
"Ten cents, like it says right there." She pointed an angry finger at the fluorescent green sign hung dutifully over the small candies. Because it didn't get more obvious then that. With a disinterested scoff, Katie watched the woman walk out without so much as a thank you. Bitch. Whatever, at least it's one more person down.
Katie watched the small hands of the clock above the counter. Just seven more minutes and she could officially turn off the bright green 'OPEN' sign in the window. Thinking back to it now, the nineteen year old had been excited to work at a candy story. Now, she couldn't remember why. I mean really, who wants to sit behind the counter of a brightly colored shop that basically screamed, "Pedophiles, come here!" Exactly.
Two minutes and the path of Walden's Candy Store hadn't been passed. Good, that was exactly what the young girl wanted. If no one came in within the next five minutes, she was home free. On the off chance someone actually walked in at this time, Katie was most likely going to tell them to shove a Hershey's bar somewhere very unpleasant. She hated when her last few minutes of work were ruined; they were the only time she got to herself on her busy workday. Katie had only agreed to take the eight to midnight shifts because she thought she wouldn't get bothered. Apparently, some assholes decided they needed ridiculous amounts of processed sugar at that time. But those last five minutes were Katie's safe haven. It was the time she popped in her old Room for Squares CD, skipping to track number four and finally making a mockery of her job. Which is exactly what she did right now.
"We got the afternoon, you got this room for two. One thing I have left to do: discover me, discovering you." The soft words of John Mayer filled the air space of Walden's as Katie danced around. Sure, the song was overplayed, and yes it was way too sexual for a radio hit, but Katie loved it all the same. Plus, 'one pair of candy lips and your bubble-gum tongue' just so happened to be her favorite line. Sometimes working at a candy shop made a good pun.
Just as Katie was belting 'and if you want love, we'll make it,' the familiar ring of the bells hanging over the French-styled doors rang, going completely unnoticed to the dancing girl. Absorbed in the music, Katie almost missed the figure, almost being the key word. Instead, she completely sideswiped the new comer, sending both of them to the ground. The two bodies hit the ground with a loud thump, sending Katie into a ridiculous fit of giggles. She didn't even think twice about the person under her.
"I'm so sorry," she managed to laugh out, remaining on the ground as a hand reached down to assist her. Hesitantly, Katie reached up, taking the stranger's hand. The welcomed feeling of rough calluses scratching against her warm skin sent Katie's senses buzzing.
"It's not a problem." When she was finally pulled off the ground, her eyes met those of the poor unfortunate soul she had slammed into the ground. The deep hazel of his eyes were enough to send a girl's heart palpitating, but add that to the fact that he was the crush of your childhood dreams and you've got weak knees and salivary glands so overactive, you can be positive there's a puddle on the floor. Before Katie stood the gorgeous as ever Kevin Jonas. Well, before Katie passed out, would be more correct. And then she was down for the count, hitting the floor with a soft thud.