HEY ALL! Lol, I just had to put this on here. Im srry that its not wat u expected, a new passage of the witch or of healing the rude, but I have been writing this for the past like 2 weeks and I just wanted to put it on here before I

A: lost it

Or

B: got it missed up ;

This is I think… my fifth story! yay! Lol

Okay and before u judge me when u read:

A: okay I could only think of one actor when I thought of this story. Lol I had just seen one of the movies and I was like "he would b perfect for this role!"

B: The girl's name IS Selena, because I absolutely LOVE that name. But, it is NOT Selena from the Witch. I repeat, It is NOT Selena from the Witch. If a get s review asking if its her, imma bitch at u lol (JK!)

C: I DO NOT KNOW THE ACTOR PERSONALLY! If u have seen any of his interviews and think I portrayed him well, then thank u, I am delighted and flattered.

D: I DO know someone named Anna, My bodyguard! LOL and Emily is like my best friend in Miami. I don't know anyone named Marcus.i do noe someone named Michelle but thats not her.

E: She does work at Publix

I am writing this because I can. :-P

I MET HIM AT PUBLIX

"It's hot as balls outside." I said as I passed my friend Anna on my way in from break. She sighed and walked out the sliding doors of Publix.

It was the middle of summer in Miami and I had nothing to do but work. I already had a tan - A quite flawless one, might I add - and all my friends were away for the summer or doing something else. My social life is awesome, isn't it?

I walked to my register and tapped Marcus, my stand-in, on the shoulder.

He turned around from the products he was ringing up. He smiled a toothy smile when he saw it was me.

"My turn." I said in a singsong voice. I handed him the Burger King bag and he opened it eagerly, moving aside so that I could finish his work.

"Is everything here?" He asked, looking back up at me from the bag with bright, brown eyes. I nodded and recited everything he had asked for: "A Whopper with extra pickles, no onions, King-sized fries, a Medium Mountain Dew and a Hershey's Sundae Pie."

He nodded in delight as I added up the total amount of money the customer needed to buy all the food she had brought up to the register.

"$128.98, Please, Miss." I said, looking away from the flat computer screen with a smile. She smiled back and swiped her credit card. Her information came up on the screen.

"Thank you Ms…Delgado." Have a nice day." I said cheerfully.

Marcus walked off happily and Michelle, the Bagger assigned to my station, sighed as the Ms. Delgado walked towards one of the two exits.

About three hours later, Michelle had left. The store was going to close in about 20 minutes and I was still on register duty. The ONLY ONE on register duty. I had just finished with an older woman who looked too tan for it to be real when a boy about my age dressed in a crisp blue and white stripped button-down shirt, jeans and pair of sunglasses, came up to the register counter with so much stuff that his cart looked like it was almost overflowing. I looked at him, wondering why on earth he was wearing sunglasses at 9:40 PM at night and then I turned around. There were no available baggers left, all of them being under 16, so if he asked, I would have to help him out AND close up. I scowled and turned back around. He was right in front of me, staring somewhere behind those annoying sunglasses. They were stylish of course but nonetheless, annoying. He had dark brown hair that was really nice-looking and pale skin. He was definitely a cutie under those glasses all right. And there I was, in my Publix uniform, my make-up all gone, my hair a mess with frizz from the humidity of that day and a scowl on my face.

Great first impression, huh?

I smiled amiably and turned my attention to the things he had started to pile on the conveyor belt next to me.

"Are you having a party or something?" I asked, looking up from my work, which was just passing things above the price checker and sliding them down when I heard a beep.

"Uh, not exactly." He said with a British accent.

"You on vacation?" I asked, trying to make conversation. We were practically the only ones in the store, what did you expect me to do? Not talk to the cute British guy who just happened to be in front of me at the time? Not likely.

"Pretty much, yeah." He said vaguely, looking around warily.

"Why do you have sunglasses on at night?" I asked bluntly and impatiently. He stopped looking around and smirked at me.

"What can I say, I'm a trendsetter… Selena Perez." He said, reading my nametag. Then, his smirk turned into a smile. A nice smile. A CUTE smile.

Nice smile, cool humor… I'm beginning to like this guy.

And he had DIMPLES! DIMPLES! I'm a total sucker for dimples, so unintentionally, I blushed. I reached for any of the products he had set down earlier and ended up groping the counter. I looked at the empty space and bounced back by putting the divider on the little stand for it and then turned my attention to the computer screen and added everything together. I had to bite my tongue to keep my jaw from hanging. I cleared my throat and turned to him.

"Uh, $268.22. Cash or Credit?"

"Credit." He said simply, reaching into the pocket of his jeans to get his wallet.

"Then swipe the card if you please." I said, smirking. He pulled out his wallet and then a Visa Card. He swiped it through.

His information came up on the screen and I punched in the amount into the computer.

I looked back at him and he backed away a bit.

Okay… weird.

I just shrugged and pressed the print button. The receipt came out and I looked back at his name as I handed him the receipt.

"Here you go. Sign here Mr. Daniel…Radcliffe…I-I've heard that name before…" I said, looking at him inquisitively. He took the receipt and signed it as he took off his glasses. He put them in his pocket and looked at me.

I blinked. He had blue eyes. Really nice, blue eyes. And I recognized him.

"Probably from the news or from a series of movies called "Harry Potter." He said, a hint of a smile on his face. Then, it clicked.

"OH! Right! My sister and brother are like, in love with those movies. They're pretty cool. I saw the fourth one. Nice bath scene, by the way." I said with a wink. I took the receipt from him as he blushed. I smirked inwardly as I put the receipt in the register and shut it down.

"The store is closing in a bit." I said," I'll help you get those bagged and if you want, I'll help you take them to your car. Just let me punch out."

I moved to start bagging the groceries.

"Oh, let me help you." He offered, moving into the position next to me.

Being that close to a celebrity, I didn't feel in awe. I felt like I was standing next to a regular person.

I handed him some stuff to put in the bags and within seven minutes, we were done. He didn't even drop the milk more than once. I was impressed.

How do u like it? Lol I bet u were surprised when she wasn't like OMG ITS U! and glomped him. Lol then again, since it was me writin, u probably would have expected her not to do that.

R & R por favor

BuNNy