Hello lovelies! I had this idea in my head this morning, and I couldn't wait to write it down! For now its a one shot, but if people like it enough, I may add to it.
As always, all disclaimers apply, even If I wish all these wonderful characters belonged to me, they do not. Only the plot.
Sunday shifts are the worst. When I work Sunday shifts, I regret taking this job. Now, if you asked me last year what I'd be doing during the summer, I can guarantee it wouldn't be this. I would've said something boring and simple, Like "Oh, I'll be reading a book with a cup of tea on my porch, and you?"
I mean, don't get me wrong. I still enjoy doing those things, but not for an entire summer. Not after being shown that there's more out there. That you can get adventure outside the realms of your favorite book. Not after I met Alice.
Alice, is glorious. Shes a little demon, hidden in the innocent body of a angelic teenager, whose no taller than 5ft and has a cute pixie cut for her ebony locks. To the average adult, she seems like a great influence, with her straight A's and nice attitude, but behind that, there is much more. Behind that there is a girl waiting to break free, a girl with more fashion sense than most designers, and more energy than a toddler on sugar. I suppose that could be accounted to the large intake of sugar she does have, though.
I met Alice in my Advanced Drawing class in the beginning of senior year. Before I get into details, you should know, I didn't have any friends. Most of the kids didn't talk to me because I'm a bit intimidating. Its only a front though, because all I did was drink tea and read books on the weekends. I definitely wasn't doing anything interesting. Alice was the only person who had ever even tried getting passed my hard exterior, and she won me over with her wit and lovely sarcasm that blended well with mine. It helped that she wasn't an uptight bitch, like half the school.
Anyways, now we're both 18, and not planning on going to college despite our 'stellar' grades. We bought a flat with our saved money from babysitting and working odd jobs over the school year, and now we both have a job under the flat, working at the art store. Jasper, the owners son, helped us move in and noticed all our artwork, and introduced us to his mom, after declaring Alice the most beautiful thing to walk this earth.
Boy, is Jasper's mom amazing. She hired us spot on after seeing our work, and our passion for anything involving some creative process. She's probably the mother I always wanted, but never had, seeing as my moms the definition of a fucking hippie, and can't stay in one spot long enough to get to know me. I have a lot to thank her for though, as I got her hand in artwork, and some pretty darn nice hair, if you ask me.
We sort of gained an entire family after meeting Jasper. We met his sister, Rosalie, whose a big ass bitch, but is certainly one of our best friends now. With her came her boyfriend Emmet, who I swear to god, is the biggest man I've ever seen, but is a total teddy bear. At first sight, you'd think he'd be able to beat you up. I mean, don't get me wrong, he totally could, if he had the ability to even touch a fly. Hes got the humor of a teenager going through puberty, but you gotta love him for it.
So, if you asked me last year, I wouldn't think anything like this could happen to me. I thought i was doomed to be a old lady with endless amounts of cats to draw, stacks of books to read, and bags of tea to drink. I thought that was all my life would amount to. I'm really glad it didn't.
Except, today I have the Sunday shift. This shift is the absolute worst. Literally almost nobody comes in all day, and you have to get up at the ass crack of dawn while everyone else is still in bed, sleeping in until who knows when. Its literally the most yawn earning day of the week.
So, when the bells above the door chimed, signalling somebody had arrived, and I was practically asleep with my chin in my hands along with a puddle of drool, I was surprised. And when it was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen walking through the door, I was even more surprised.
Usually, all you get in here are posers, cute old people, or giggling teenage girls trying their hand at art. This man though, holy fuck. He had the jawline of a fucking god, and a lean body, topped with the most uniquely colored hair I've ever seen sticking out of his slouchy beanie. It was a mix between copper and brown, with dark reds coming into the mix. It made me want to drag my hands through his thick locks that seem to be going in every direction, almost not knowing where to go.
Embarrassingly enough, he caught me staring right at him. Of course, he had to have the most gorgeous green eyes ever, which were my weakness. You had to love a man with green eyes. He had a smirk fixed onto his face, his hand raising to give me a dainty wave, before disappearing into the aisles.
Soon enough he was heading to the counter, Oil Paints in tow. A painter. Jesus Christ, this man was trying to kill me.
"You're quite beautiful." He said once he made his way to the counter, leaning in close to me.
"You're quite cocky." I piped back, a smirk playing on my own lips.
"Mm, But it seems to me that maybe you like that." He replied leaning in closer.
"Maybe if you take me out, you'll find out." I suggested, getting so close to him I could feel his breath on my own lips.
"Maybe I will." He whispered, eyes flicking down to my lips.
"Well, that will be $6.50." I said, pulling away from him before he kissed me. "And, my shift ends and 6.." I said, handing him his items, a smile pulling at my lips.
"I'll take that into consideration." He chuckled, walking backwards to the door before swiftly leaving and running across the street. I surely wasn't staring at his jean clad ass or anything. That would be unprofessional.
All I knew was that I was thankful for the godawful Sunday shift, and my clumsy self for running into Jasper the day we moved in. Without out those, I would not of met the man with the beautiful green eyes, and I wouldn't have a date tonight (hopefully) either.
Smiling to myself, I texted Alice, before leaning back into my hands, thinking of what's to come.
As always, thank you for reading!
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Jenny xx