Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Patrick Stumpx Reader - Debt

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Word count: 2 853

Rubbing the last sleepiness out of your eyes, you pushed open the door to the backroom of the cozy record store you were working at. Lazy morning sun light fell through the small window at the far side of the room, beautifully painting the many particles of dust into the air.

You walked past the old wooden table that stood in the middle of the room, on which the leftovers of the still broken coffee machine were resting. The old thing had given up after having worked probably longer than you were alive, and one of your coworkers had decided on tearing it to pieces, in the hopes of fixing it. Judging by the carelessly discarded pieces, he had failed.

You sighed, picturing another long morning without your sweet, caffeinated treat, before pulling open the metal door to your locker. Just like the past couple of days, a small note, written on a piece of white paper, fluttered out, causing you to take a step back in surprise, but you caught the twirling note before it reached the floor.

You did not have to unfold the little paper to know that most likely it would contain another sweet message, like the others you had found so far. So instead of immediately opening it, you quickly pushed your bag and your jacket into the locker, pinned your name tag on your shirt, and locked the door to your locker again, before you leant against the window still, and took a deep breath, finally opening the little piece of paper.

"It's hard to look at you, and not be blinded by the light of the thousand stars that seem to sparkle with your every move. Hearing your voice is like this spherical music that sometimes plays in documentaries about space, and everything just seems to fall in place."

You smiled at the strange little note. It was not the first time that whoever had written these messages compared you to unusual phenomena of nature. In yesterday's note, it had said your happiness refracted light like a prism, and was more colorful and varied than the Great Barrier Reef. But you did not mind, in fact you loved the unusual comparisons, and more than once you found yourself secretly thinking of a specific blonde coworker of yours, hoping that maybe he might be the one slipping the notes into your locker.

Anyways you knew for sure that if it really would be Patrick, you would not hesitate for a single split second to ask him out. But without knowing for sure it was him, you were far too timid to do that.

You were still deep in thought about a certain pair of blue eyes, when the bell to the shop rang, signaling someone had entered. You quickly slipped the note into your pocket, and stepped out of the break room into the shop.

The delicious smell of fresh, hot coffee immediately met your nose, and you almost whined a little, being reminded how the coffee machine was still broken.

"Black, two sugars, am I right?"

Sparkling blue eyes met yours as a warm paper cup got pressed into your hands.

"Ahm, yes," you answered surprised, but a soft smile on your face as Patrick walked behind the counter you were already standing behind, and threw his jacked onto a box with old records.

"Knew it," he grinned before taking a sip of his own coffee.

"How much do I owe you," you asked, also carefully sipping on your hot beverage, relishing the taste of the bitter, yet sweet liquid as it ran down your throat.

"Nothing, it's fine," Patrick grinned, and hopped to sit on top of the counter.

"No really, how much?"

"Really nothing," he assured you with a sweet smile that melted your heart.

"Thank you," you whispered over the top of your cup, keeping your eyes on the young man.