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I kept asking Garrett and his dad if I could start working at their shoe store. They kept saying no.

I really wanted to start helping them around because it would just be rude if I didn't. They were taking me in and I was doing nothing to help them. I really hated it. I just really wanted to help and they wouldn't even let me. I tried to clean the entire house one day - Garrett said I didn't have to because of his obsession with cleaning. Once I tried to cook dinner for them - Garrett 's dad told me that he didn't mind cooking for us and that he shouldn't force me to. And that was why I felt so guilty. I didn't want to be a burden to them; I didn't want them to have to do everything for me. I wanted to help and try to repay them for letting me stay here. I tried so hard to help and they didn't want me to. In a way, I wanted to be treated more like a family member than a guest.

After a couple of weeks, I finally had enough. I went up to Garrett's father.

"Sir, with all due respect, I really want to help you guys here! You guys are letting me stay here; the least I could do is help you guys out."

He smiled at that but shook his head. "Jasmine, you don't have to do that. It isn't necessary. Garrett and I enjoy working around the house. We don't want to cause you any trouble."

"But I don't want to be a burden," I told him, placing my arms behind me and looking down.

He took a deep breath before saying, "Jasmine, I don't know where you got that idea. You are not a burden. We enjoy having you around. You're super fun and super sweet. You don't have to worry; you're not a burden."

"Yeah!" Garrett added, which caused both of us to laugh.

"But seriously," I regained my composure. "I want to help around. I'm not exactly a guest here; I mean, if I'm staying here for-pretty-much-ever, then I should help. I'm not saying that I want to be part of the family exactly, but I want to help contribute to something."

Garrett's dad opened his mouth to respond, but Garrett beat him to it. "Wait, you're staying here for-pretty-much-ever?" He quirked an eyebrow at that in confusion, and I couldn't tell whether he was happy about that or not. His eyes were filled with such mixed emotions that I was confused myself. "Why?"

I told him, "It's a long story. A really long story."

Garrett's dad nodded at that, adding, "I don't even know the majority myself."

Garrett nodded, albeit hesitantly. I turned back to Garrett's dad and pleaded, "Come on, please? Let me work."

"I'm not sure," Garrett's dad admitted, brushing his hair with his fingers. "It's not that you're bad or anything; you're amazing. It's that we need someone at home to make sure everything's okay."

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Yeah. It's not that I think you're incapable or anything. I just want someone staying at the house. It's nothing personal."

I nodded and was about to take that as an answer. However, Garrett exclaimed out of the blue, "Come on, dad, let Jaz work. I think she'll enjoy it. I mean, she really likes clothes and stuff like that and we own a shoe store! It's perfect for her!"

His dad seemed dumbfounded at first, but then he said cautiously, "Garrett, you know how unsafe it is around here. Especially after the Battle of Gettysburg last month. We need someone to stay to keep everything safe." Oh, he didn't have to remind me about my parents...

"But dad!" Garrett exclaimed. "Keeping Jaz here will just endanger her! And besides, she could be a great salesperson! She's into fashion and all of that stuff. Just let her try. Please."

Garrett's dad seemed more dumbfounded. After a dead silence that lasted at least a minute (and was nerve-wracking to say the least), he nodded.

"Garrett, see how great of a salesperson you are? You made at least ten good points there," he broke into a smile. "That's my son for you."

We both chuckled. Garrett tapped me on the shoulder, and I smiled gratefully at him.

"Thank you," I mouthed.

He smiled and mouthed back, "You're welcome."

That was probably the first time I took a good look of the shoe store they owned in front of their house. The shelves that I believed were cluttered at first were actually sorted by style, color, and size. The counter had a few sheets of paper, a couple of feathers with black ink to the side, and a cashier to keep all of the money. On the back was a huge wooden table with a bunch of tools and many sheets of leather; that was used to make all of the shoes (I learned that Garrett's dad made all of the shoes from scratch). There was a small stool and a cloth on it; it was used for shining shoes. And I couldn't believe that I never noticed that the slightly cramped room reeked of leather.

"I'll make the shoes," Garrett's dad said. "You guys can try to sell them whenever a customer walks in. Does that sound good to both of you?"

Garrett immediately nodded at that. They both looked to me, and I nodded as well. "Sounds awesome," I said. Garrett's dad nodded at that and went to the wooden table in the back. Garrett led me to the front of the store.

"If you need any help, just tell me, okay?" he whispered into my ear. Then, he started to ramble. "Well, I mean, not that I think that you'll do horribly, but just in case, you know-"

"Don't worry Garrett," I cut him off, chuckling. "I get what you mean. Don't worry about it, okay? I'm probably going to ask you a billion questions, so brace yourself."

He laughed at that and said, "I'm sure you'll do fine, Jaz. You're underestimating yourself."

"Not necessarily," I said hastily. Then, as if on cue, a customer walked in. Usually I was a very outgoing person, but I found myself shying away from the black-eyed stranger.

"Hello," Garrett said to him. "Is there anything in particular that you're looking for?"

He nodded. "Yes. Mahogany brown dress shoes. No lace."

Garrett nodded. "What size?"

"I don't know my shoe size," the stranger admitted sheepishly. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at that, but I tried my best to hide it. How could a man not know his shoe size? I memorized mine, and I was probably three times younger than him!

Garrett glanced at his feet and said, "You're probably a 9. We got one just for you."

Garrett walked to the shelf marked '9' and grabbed a shoe that fit the man's description perfectly. I watched in complete awe as the man bought it instantly and left, leaving Garrett and his dad with all of the change, which was equivalent to almost thirty dollars. I gaped at that in complete shock, and Garrett chuckled uneasily.

"He must've been in a rush," he said, combing out his cute brown curls. "He asked for dress shoes. The people who usually do that are in a rush?"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why is that?" I asked him.

"Well, usually they forget to get shoes so basically they stop here last minute or on the way," he explained, shrugging. "I guess they have better things to do or something. That, or they're just forgetful."

I laughed at that. However, I didn't want them to feel like they were just used for last minute stuff and weren't people's first choice, so I said, "You know, your dad makes very high quality shoes."

"Don't flatter me," Garrett's dad piped up for the first time in a while. I looked at him, and he was smiling, showing that he was joking. I smiled in relief at that.

Another customer walked in, and this one seemed more congenial. He was younger; he seemed to be about ten years older than Garrett and I. Garrett pushed me subtly towards him; I took the hint. He wanted me to try this time. I smiled at the young man and took a deep breath.

"Hi there. I'm Jasmine," I held my hand out for him to shake it; he did. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good; thanks for asking," he smiled back at me.

"Do you need anything?" I asked him.

He nodded. "I need a size 10 casual shoe with lace."

"Color?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shot me a nonchalant wave. "Doesn't matter. I just need a pair to replace my old ones." He motioned to his feet, and I looked down to see his shoes covered in dirt and mud. I felt bad. I knew the feeling to be covered in dirt and mud, and honestly, it sucked.

I walked over to the shelf marked '10' and looked around. I then realized at that point that all of the shoes on the shelf were fancy shoes. Internally, I facepalmed myself and sighed in defeat. What was I supposed to do?

I grabbed the first one I saw, a pair of black, very fancy shoes and showed it to him, hoping that he wouldn't realize the difference.

But of course he did.

"I'm sorry to be rude, but these are fancy shoes," he said to me.

I didn't want to tell him that we were out of casual shoes and lose a customer, so instead, I tried my best to convince him to buy it. "However, these are the cheapest shoes with the best quality. I saw your dirt and mud covered shoes, and trust me, I've been there. I just want to get you the best deal."

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously.

I nodded, trying to radiate confidence. "I'm positive."

He thought about it for a while. but then sighed. "Okay, I'm in for it." He then passed me a handful of cash. I gave it to Garrett instead of looking at how much money it was. He nodded in satisfaction, and the young man then leaves with the black shoes in hand.

After a few seconds of silence, Garrett pulled me into a hug. I could see Garrett's dad smiling at me.

"You know, Jasmine," he started, "you are a pretty good saleswoman."

It was like that for a week. Garrett also taught me how to shine shoes for if I ever needed it, but he usually let me handle the customers while he shined the shoes. It honestly worked out pretty well. Garrett's dad made the shoes, I sold them, and Garrett shined them. We made a pretty good team.

That day, however, Garrett's dad sent us to go trading.

"What's trading?" I asked, confused. I had no clue what that meant. At least, for a shoe store.

"It's basically when we trade shoes for other stuff," Garrett explained to me. "That's admittedly how we got most of our furniture, pans, and pots."

I laughed at that, even though I didn't know whether he was joking or not.

Garrett's dad passed us a bag filled with newly made shoes. "Have fun you two."

"Will you be okay here?" I ask him in concern.

He nodded at that. "Don't worry, you two. I'll be fine. Now, come on. You guys better bring home a grand piano today."

We all laughed at that. Garrett and I walked out of the store, and the street felt so foreign to me. Garrett threw his arm around me.

"Come on, Jaz. Let's go trade some shoes for some junk."

I laughed at that, and he twirled me around as we started walking to who-knew-where. I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but with how adorable he looked today, I knew that this was going to be hard.

Oh, who was I kidding? This was going to be impossible.

I really hope you guys enjoyed. I'm so happy because I updated all of my stories (including my collab with Gabrie called Fame Isn't that Good on our collab account TheWrittenStoryOfUs - which you should check out). I just really hope you guys liked the chappie. Can I please have 35 reviews? Pretty please? Thank you for reading and I'll catch you all later. :)

PS: I'm mourning a loss. The US are out of the World Cup. ;( XD