Hello. Here with my new story! Hope you like.

No beta, so any mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: SM owns the characs. I just own the other stuff. But you all know this.

Chapter 1

"That'll be seven dollars and twenty-eight cents," I said to the pimply teenager, waiting as he fished in his pocket for his money. Once I had the order rung, he turned and walked out quickly, the bell ringing as the door swung open and then shut.

I sat down on the chair behind the register and sighed. I was ready to go home already. Working at a sporting goods store as a seventeen-year old girl who doesn't really have an athletic bone in her body isn't the most exciting thing in the world. But it got me money, which I desperately needed. And then, there was the other highlight of my week… which was due to come any minute.

I looked at the clock on the computer screen again. Three twenty-two. Eight more minutes. I sat in silence, waiting for him to come in, and just as always, the bell hanging above the door jingled precisely at 3:30 PM. My palms instantly began sweating and I stood up, my heart pounding as he walked in. I pretended to fiddle with the golfing magazine in front of me as he looked around hesitantly. I'd learned not to look at him when he came in. After a second of making sure the store was empty, he slowly made his way back toward the same wall he always went to- the skateboards.

I stared at him surreptitiously as he stared up at the numerous boards hanging on hooks from the wall, an admiring sigh escaping from my lips. He was lanky and tall, standing well over six feet, and was dressed as usual in a black hoodie with a t-shirt- it was blue today- under it and fitted stone-washed jeans. I leaned over the counter to see what shoes he was wearing. Black and blue worn Vans.

He came in every Tuesday at 3:30, and he always made sure the store was empty before he came in, walking cautiously and eyeing the skateboards. He was always so still, so silent, and I wondered what his story was. His eyes, the few times I had actually seen them, were always filled with sadness.

I watched, inexplicably sad, as he reached up and touched one of the skateboards wistfully, almost lovingly. He sighed deeply, his hand running over the grainy deck before he dropped it. He stared at it for a moment longer before turning around. I immediately dropped my gaze and stared at the golfing magazine in front of me unseeingly, listening as his feet shuffled around the store. After a few moments, he began walking up to the register and I swallowed nervously, shifting on my feet.

He reached one large, slender hand out for the small racks beneath the counter and came up with a bag of skittles, placing them on the counter. They were smoothie flavored today, and it made me smile internally. By now, I had the price memorized.

"That'll be two dollars and six cents," I said softly.

It was silent as he got the amount from his wallet and handed it over to me. As I grabbed it, his nickel slipped through my fingers, clanging loudly on the countertop. Cursing my clumsiness, I reached for it at the same time he did, and our fingers touched for the first time. I gasped, feeling a current of electricity shoot up my arm. Reflexively, I looked up at the same moment that he lifted his eyes. It felt like time suspended as I looked him full in the face for the first time.

He had an almost dangerously sharp, square jawline. Stylishly messy bronze hair- it was a weird mixture of brown, red, and orange- fell down over his straight, somewhat bushy eyebrows. Sad, soulful green eyes the color of old cola bottles and spring grass led down to a slightly crooked nose and full, soft-looking pink lips that were currently turned down in a slight frown. He was utterly handsome. I was captivated.

Swallowing to moisten my suddenly dry throat, I opened my mouth to speak just as the bell over the door rang and a group of loud kids started walking in, effectively breaking the spell. He pulled his hand back quickly and I picked up the nickel with slightly shaking hands. I noticed he was careful not to touch my skin again and my heart fell slightly as I rang his skittles up and gave him his receipt.

"Here you go," I said quietly.

He took his skittles and then looked at me for just a moment, then spoke. "Thank you," he said just as quietly, his slightly gravelly, deep voice washing over me, and then he turned and walked out. I watched as he stopped in front of the door, pulled his hoodie over his head, and opened his bag of skittles, tilting his head back to pour a few into his mouth. He chewed slowly as he turned back to the store one more time.

And then he was gone.

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Thanks for reading- Lexi