And I Love Her

Here Comes Your Man

"So." The giant of a man who reeked of marijuana and beer smacked his hands down on the wooden table, causing it to tremble dangerously under the weight. "The punk goes over there, metal over there, don't give a shit about what type of metal just put it there, classic rock to your left across the shelf, any sort of emo shit goes in the back corner, the rest you can figure it out. Here's a stack of 'em that'll keep you busy for your shift," he drawled monotonously, pushing an incredibly large pile of records towards me as I was still computing the instructions, cogs whirring and clicking in my brain, mind out of my body as I picked up the pile and walked over to the punk section, still trying to make sense of the seemingly nonsensical instructions as I walked through the shop that smelled of rotting wood and dust.

"Ok, so, Dead Kennedys... punk to the left because D comes after C..." I mumbled absent mindedly, sliding a record into it's designated permission and running my fingers back through my hair, before bending down to grab another record. "Wait...is that T or C?" I whispered to myself before shrugging, "eh fuck it, C" I decided, slipping another record into it's place, before the distant sound of the bell hung from the door rang loud and clear. 

I heard the voice of a guy, and the unmistakably dull, droning voice of my boss, John, and footsteps coming towards where I was in the store, grunts and the noises of someone knocking into things. Wouldn't blame them, the shop was a maze and a half.

"Uh, is this the punk section?" The voice of a guy who couldn't be over 18 inquired from a place behind my shoulder, so sudden it made me jump out of my skin. "Fuck, uh, yeah," I said, whirling around to what I thought would be face to face but was more face to chest with what could have been the tallest guy I'd ever seen. "You looking for anything in particular?" I cocked my head, and took a step back to fully see the guy's face. He had long, brown hair and fuck - he wasn't too bad looking. He was less tall once you took him all in, but he was still the lankiest fucker I'd ever seen, which made the situation a bit more comical as this gangly, tall dude was standing in front of me looking like a kicked puppy.

"Oh, no, it's fine, I was just..." He gestured behind me, or more specifically the shelf I was standing right in front of. "Oh, I'm so sorry" I panicked, taking a jump/step to the side, and pushing my tower of records into the corner with the tip of my boot. The first day of work and I'm already messing up in front of customers, fuck I'm going to be fired aren't I Joan told me the boss was strict and he wouldn't take shit and fuck was this some shit I'm never going to have enough money for the gig fuck shit fuck-

"Hey, are you like, ok?" That guy's voice cut through my anxiety like a knife slicing butter, snapping me out of whatever shit was going on in my head. "What?" I am ready to go to verbal war with this not-bad-looking man in a record store if he says one word wrong about my near-mental-breakdown I swear to fucking god. "Nothing, you were just kind of hyperventilating... it's fine I guess," I looked up to him, only to meet his gaze exactly, and look away just as quickly, feigning extreme interest in a random record on the shelf. "Um, I'll just..." He sounded so fucking nervous which was kind of cute - 

I mean not that I'd know wow walls sure are neat aren't they I love the... wall-ness of them? I don't fucking know but I do know I did NOT just call this random man who walked into a record shop cute. "Yeah, ok, bye," I could practically hear Joan calling me a pussy already for not getting his number, I'd have to mentally brace myself for the verbal barrage if I ever told my friends this story. I could hear his footsteps retreat, the hum of voices and the ringing of the bell, the door closing once more. "Did you at least get his number?" I mimicked my friend's voice crudely, lowering it mockingly as I bent down to grab another record, slide it into it's place, and repeat that for the next hour.

But for some reason, I couldn't get the previous encounter out of my head. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to see him again. And that scared the shit out of me.

Authors note: This is the first time I'm posting something on wattpad so aha hey bbg, dont expect a schedule unless I pre-write any chapters because my attention span is severely lacking, please give feedback if u have any!!! xoxo Sil