The Guy at the CD Store
Everyday, at around 1:30 in the afternoon, a slim man walked through the swinging doors of Mike's Music Shop. No words ever came out of his mouth, just gestures and glares. He's start in the rock section in the front of the store then worked his way to the hip-hop section at the end. Everyday, she was there, working the cash register. As he looked through the racks of music, he'd look up at her, watching as she read her book or chewed her gum. She always knew he was there, everyday, but never said anything to him. Something about him just perplexed her. His light brown hair, his unique purple eyes, (I think they were. Either that or blue) or his scent, roses maybe. A trait about him just made her watch him, weaving his way through the store. When he drew his attention to her, she shot her head down, as if she wasn't looking at him.
Then, one day, he came in, right on time. He went straight to his starting point and skimmed the music. He picked on up, looked at the back, then put it back down, as if he was interested in that CD. He looked up at her direction, seeing a CD case with a pink flower on it. Interested, he abandoned his routine and walked to the counter. She was there, listening to her CD player and chewing her bubble gum. He picked it up, then looked at her. She was not paying him any attention, so he looked at it closer. He turned to the back, studying the song titles on the back. " You're blossoming rose", " Tangled within your vine", and " Each and every petal." Were the first three songs on the CD? He smiled, taking it tot he listening station in the right corner. He scanned the bar code, but it wouldn't take it. He sighed, walking back to the counter.
" This CD isn't scanning right." He said, handing it to her. She looked at it and gasped. She didn't know how to react to what he had in his hand, so she just said what ever came out of her mouth. "It's… that's not for s-sale." She managed to say. He looked at her, confused. " Well, why not?" he asked. She sighed, regretting coming to work today. " It's mine, I mean I made it." She said. He looked down at the CD, then back at her. "Do you mean you got these songs from somewhere else?" he asked, looking at the case again. She shook her head. " No, I made them as in, that's my work. I'm singing those songs. I made those songs." She said, rubbing her neck. He tilted his head, still confused. " You don't look like the type to write these kind of things." He stated, observing her. She was wearing a black long sleeved shirt under a red T-shirt. Her jeans were ripped at the bottom, and her Chuck Taylor's were old and dirty. "Well, that just shows how much you know me." She said, almost angry. She snatched the case from the counter and put it in her bag.
" Can I buy it off you then?" he asked. She looked up at him, smiling. " Okay, come back tomorrow, I'll give you a copy, free of charge. No laughing though." She said, and headed tot the back of the store. He smiled, heading out the shop, earlier then usual. He couldn't wait till tomorrow. Not just for the CD, but to talk to her again, because there was something about her teal highlighted hair, her hazel eyes and her complexity that made him want to see her again.
The next day, he walks in, with a rose in his hand. He looked to the counter, finding some other lady reading a magazine. He walked over, hoping she knew where the other one was. " What happened to the other women from yesterday?" he asked. The lady looked up at him and shrugged. " She didn't come today. Just disappeared." She said, getting back to her magazine. He was so, shocked to find this out, and walked out the store.
" Marluxia, we have a new recruit. She's staying in your room because Larxene wasn't having it." said a burnt orange-eyed man in a black cloak. He nodded, putting on his hood. He walked into his room, finding her sitting on her bed. Her hood was up also. He sat on his bed, not in the mood to show her around or anything. " Okay, here are the rules: stay out my stuff, and don't touch the flowers in the garden, and you won't get hurt." He warned. The figure nodded, sighing. He shook his head, lying down.
All that he could think of was that one girl, at the store. He was slowly processing what could have happened to her, and where she might be. Maybe she's out sick or something. On the other hand, maybe she got hurt. Maybe she really had the day off or something. He was so lost at thought that he didn't see the girl in his room take all these books out and stack them on top of each other. She got a flower out her bag and plucked a petal. She placed it in-between two books, the smashed other books on top. Then, unexpectedly, she sat on the top, reading. He looked up, seeing her.
" What are you doing?" he asked. " She looked at him, startled. " I… well I-I was pressing a flower." She answered. He stood up, walking toward her. " What do you mean?" he asked, curios. She jumped down off the pile of book, walking to her bag. She got out another book, and opened it. Inside was a rose petal, perfectly preserved. " Wow, that's amazing." He said, infatuated on it. " You can have it, just give me a book to put it in." she said, taking it out. He got out his diary and opened it up. She placed in there, and closed it. He took his hood off to see it better.
" It's you!" she said, surprising him. " What do you mean 'it's you'" he asked. She again went into her bag, taking out a black box with a pink bow on it. It also had a pressed flower saying "to you" on it. She handed it to him. He took it and looked at her. Should I really open it? Maybe it's a joke the others put her up to it. He opened it anyway, just to get her to stop looking at him. Inside was the CD from the store, the one the other girl wanted to give to him. He looked at her, smiling. He walked over to her, and took off her hood. " It's you!" he said, hugging her. She hugged back, smiling. " I'm sorry I wasn't there." She said. He laughed, still holding her. " So am i." he said.