The shop was beyond slow. Even with the windows open it wasn't enough to fulfill my need for the autumn air teasing me as it blew through. I curl into a chair reading a knitting book waiting for something, anything to happen. My sweater felt soft on my skin as I snuggle into the overstuffed chair. I yawn stretching out my stiff muscles. The store was empty so I decided to turn on music to fill the empty void of space. A light happy Latin beat comes on causing my hips to sway as I grab a pile of books to stock. My voice echoes as I belt out random words to the song lost in my thoughts. Spinning around a bookshelf I yelp when hands reach out grabbing my waist dipping me low.
"The Hell Gatz? You scared me half to death!" I push him in a jovial manner.
He laughs raising his hands to his chest in defense.
"You know, I think your hips do lie because they ain't feeling the groove." He mocks circling his thumbs into my belt loops tugging me close. I roll my eyes unenthusiastic from the comment.
"Sorry, I'll get right on that." My sardonic tone was more than clear. I head to the radio turning it down turning our sign to lunch. Gatz picks up the paper bag removing the contents and placing them on our small coffee table. It was Tuesday so of course it was Greasy Tuesday. He places the large order of meatless chili cheese fries on the table with two forks and the peanut butter banana milkshakes for dessert.
We take a seat on the floor digging into the cheesy spices. I poke my fork at him as he chews the gooey substance.
"So, how are you on this fine Tuesday?" I plunge my fork back into my side of fries. Watching as he chews his mouthful wiping his mouth on his sleeve causing me to snort.
"It's been a rather uneventful day. I did see some interesting interpretive dance though." He teases nudging my shoulder. I shoot my straw wrapper at him.
"Considering I am very much in the pale nerdy white girl pigeonhole I believe my bad dancing is to be expected."
He shrugs eating another blob of chili. We sit eating for a few minutes longer. He gazes outside; his eyes followed a leaf whipping around in the breeze. I stretch out on the floor listening to one of the slower songs. Gatsby comes beside me joining me in the position.
"How are you old sport?" He takes my hand drawing swirls on my palm. I smirk at his term of endearment. I have known him since we were born. Our families were good friends who worked together at a university. Both of our parents had loved literature and we were both gifted and cursed with their favorite book characters as names. Ever since we started to be together I cannot recall all of our Gatsby and Daisy jokes.
"Atti, let's do something fun tonight." Gatsby sits up patting my jean clad knee. I pull myself up resting my head on his shoulder. He smelt just like pine and clove. A sweet murky smell I couldn't get enough of...
"Are you sniffing me?" He chuckles running his fingers through my short chestnut hair. I wrap my arms around his shoulders poking him. He kisses my arm half biting me. I jerk my arm laughing he smiles pulling me close.
"Come over here so I can espresso my feelings for you." He whispers causing my heart to swell. Yep, my boyfriend is every nerdy girl's wet dream.
"Olive you." I stand stretching and taking another sip of my milkshake.
"You butter." He huffs going over to my radio and changing stations to a random rock song jamming out to some air guitar. I perch on our counter watching him boogie to the music in his tight v neck tee and green jeans. He continues to rock out banging his head to the beat. I laugh taking another gulp of my drink as he shimmies over to me pulling me to my feet spinning me causes my vision to blur. The spines of the books meshed into a mixture of browns and oranges with the exceptions of some blues and yellows. We dance like only uncoordinated nerds can until the song ends. He gives me a final over exaggerated dip before pulling me back into him kisses my nose.
"You're like the coolest girl I know Atti and you also have chili on your chin." He wipes his thumb over my skin grinning as I blush. "Let's go rent some bad film and hangout on the couch." He turns the sign to closed locking the door. I gather my bag and turn off the lights.
We live in a simple flat, despite our parents offering to get us a better one. It's not bad. Our kitchen and living room was pretty much the same thing and everything is hand me downs or thrift shop finds. It both impressed and bothered our parents. They wanted to help, but simple just suited us.
I go to our bathroom rinsing off my makeup and examine my complexion. Its peaches and cream coloration seemed content enough. I dry it off and join Gatz in the living room as he searching through our movie collection. I curl up against the couch twirling a stray of my short hair. He finally decides sticking it in and leaning back with me. I rest my head on his shoulder; the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lion appeared doing his infamous roar. Gatz kisses my head and we begin our evening.
HI….
I was actually a responsible adult and did stuff on my to-do list (What is this madness?) Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the reviews and such. It makes for a good day. I am pretty happy writing this. It's random, but a nice way to chilax.
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