Classic rock one shots and imagines [requests closed]

Rivers Cuomo #1

A/N:

Another request, loves! And I'm getting some pretty good ones!

This one's kinda different, but if you know my writing, then you know I experiment with different styles, people, anything really (and this one was so fun!) It's based off Weezer's new song All the Good Ones and a mix of a little short story/song thing  I wrote. 

Enjoy ❤

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As if I wasn't tall enough, the thick soles of my Doc Martens added an extra inch or two to my height. It was just enough to hit my hip on the entance door of the mini mart, and just enough to have me dragging my right foot across the floor in an attempt to lessen the pain shooting through my leg. 

"Holy fuck that should not hurt this bad." I grimaced to myself. 

After slipping over to the refrigerator section of the store, I went to the front of the store to stand in line. There was a boy in front of me with a book in one hand and a can of Arizona iced tea in the other. I towered over him by a few inches, but I was able to see that he wore glasses and that his dark hair covered most of his forehead. He had a ring on the hand that was holding the book. The World as Will and Representation it said. 

"Next," the cashier said, turning his bored attention to the boy in front of me. 

He quickly hopped to the counter and slid his tea toward the cashier. 

"And, um, these too." He reached to the rack of chewing gum beside him and grabbed a pack of Bubble Yum and Bazooka. I thought it was somewhat childish to buy gum with a comic in it, but I wasn't buying it, so I let it be a passing thought. 

"Just a sec," the boy said, frantically digging through his wallet. "Why don't I ever have exact change?"

"How much?" I asked, walking up to the counter. 

"Seventy-six." John said, moving his eyes to look at me. 

I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I pulled out two single notes and slammed them on the counter. 

"Just keep the change." I nodded and started to walk out. 

"You can't do that, (Y/N)." He called out to me. 

I stopped at the door and turned to face John and the boy with a sarcastic smile. "I just did." 

I shoved the door open with a step backward a d stepped out into the hot California sun. I walked around the corner of the store, stopping in front of an old, beat up car. I couldn't find a make or model on the damn thing, but the GTOs band T-shirt I was wearing settled what kind of car I felt it should be. 

I twisted open my water bottle when the boy that was in front of me in line caught my attention:

"(Y/N)?" He nervously approached me, slouching slightly as he came closer. "That's your name?"

"Yeah." I nodded, taking a sip of my water. "What's yours?"

"M-mine?"

"Yeah?" 

"Oh. It's Rivers." 

I thought for a moment then nodded. "I like it."

"Thanks..."

Rivers was very awkward- nerdy even- but he seemed very sweet. He definitely didn't have a girlfriend, that much I could tell. He was almost too nerdy, and perhaps too sheltered. He must have been in college, but I didn't care enough to ask. He probably still lived at home.