Chuck was not having a good day. Although working at the BuyMore for eleven dollars an hour would, to an average person, would make nearly every day a bad day. But Chuck was having an especially bad day. From the start he knew something bad was going to happen. For starters his alarm clock broke making him late, so as he hurried through a cold shower he was already dreading the day ahead. At least the best part of the day was coming; Sarah was going to take him to work.
Sweat trickled down his thick brows as he waited for the familiar silver Porsche to arrive. Soon enough the nostalgic sounds of screeching wheels and a roaring motor sounded. The car tore through the estate in a shining silver blur.
The door clicked open easily, and a wave of cool air breezed past his face. Chuck peered inside only to find Sarah looking distressed. Her blond hair was ruffled, indicating a bad night's sleep. Wrinkles and creases stretched across her Orange Orange tank top, something he didn't know was even possible. Dark ominous eye bags underlined her eyes contrasting with their light blue tone.
"Everything alright?" he asked, clearly concerned. All he received in reply was a grunt as she motioned for him to enter. A placid expression masked her emotions but the tension was palpable.
The car ride was awkward to say the least; neither of them even spoke a word let alone a sentence. Upon arriving in the BuyMore parking lot, Chuck hurriedly made his escape. Strangely as he walked, the usual sound of Sarah's car driving away was missing. Normally he hated hearing that noise but today he would have done anything to hear said noise.
"Ahem?" she cleared her throat, obviously expecting something. Chuck turned around to see Sarah standing beside her car door staring at him expectantly. His eyebrow rose in question. She cleared her throat again; her eyes were full of emotion however her message eluded him.
"Oh for Christ's sake," she cried, before striding toward Chuck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Shock ricocheted through him and he desperately tried to pull away. Sarah was never this affectionate; usually their cover kisses were chaste and quick.
Sarah apparently wasn't for ending the kiss quickly because we continued kissing like this for the next minute or so. By the time they ended their kiss, both of them were breathing hard. Chuck looked around, searching for the person that was watching.
No one was there.
He returned his gaze to her. A blush had crept onto her face and her lithe frame rose and fell slowly as she breathed. "What was that for?" he asked.
She frowned at him contemplating her thoughts. "I didn't know kissing me was such a chore." She hissed angrily.
"Sarah…you know that's not what I meant" Chuck replied meekly. "It's just we aren't a real couple," he whispered. The grumpy attitude that she gave off in the morning ebbed after the kiss, however Chuck's reply only served to bring it back.
"Well, if you hate kissing me so much, we just won't kiss anymore," she replied meekly and then proceeded to turn around and renter her car before driving off, leaving Chuck wondering what the hell he did wrong.
"I knew this was a bad day…" he grumbled before walking into the BuyMore.
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