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~Luke's POV~
I double check my reflection in the small car mirror, ensuring that my killer wings haven't smudged at all since I applied them not even an hour ago. Once I've confirmed that they look just as good as they did before I left the house, I lean over the center console, kissing my mom on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride, mum.”
She smiles, “Text me when you're ready for me to pick you up,” she says, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze before releasing me. I nod in agreement before exiting the car, immediately smoothing down my black skater skirt as I approach the entrance to the mall. I asked my mom to drop me off at the entrance closest to the brand new Hot Topic, the store being the first thing to catch my eye as soon as I walk through the sliding glass doors.
I'm not going to deny the obvious heart eyes I make as I stare at the sign, my eyes scanning over the endless racks of merch. I decide that I've done enough staring, taking a deep breath before stepping into the store, one particular wall catching my eye. I stand there for a minute, hovering near the entrance of the store as I just gawk at the countless skirts and dresses, so many designs that I saw online and wished I could have.
I hadn't even realized my feet were carrying my towards the display until I crashed into something, actually, someone. I let out a small squeak, my eyes snapping shut as I prepare for the impact, only to snap back open when I feel strong, tattooed arms catch me, lifting me back onto my feet with ease. My eyes immediately connect with my savior's, his warm green gaze sparkling with amusement, “Damn babe, you didn't have to take falling for me so literally,” the stranger smirks, his tone teasing.
I gulp, struggling to regain control over my breathing long enough to choke out a reply. Before I can manage, the beautiful stranger lets go of me, winking cheekily before he turns around, making his way back towards the cash register. I watch him go, briefly wondering how even his back is attractive, his black skinny jeans hugging his body like they were made for him. Surely that isn't fair?
Shaking my head quickly, I turn around on the heel of my pink vans, continuing in the direction I was going before that happened. I bite my lip as I approach the wall full of dresses, scanning the room for any judgmental eyes. Once I'm sure that no one is paying attention to me, I walk up to a dress that immediately catches my eye. My fingers brush over the soft material tentatively, the light blue fabric a similar shade to my eyes, the skulls and floral pattern on it creating the perfect edgy vibe. I chew on the inside of my cheek as I look it over, already envisioning how perfect it will look with my studded combat boots.
Stuck in my thoughts, I don't even notice a figure approaching me until someone is looking over my shoulder, snapping me from my daydream very quickly. “Get it. It would look great on you,” the stranger whispers, that stranger being the same really fucking attractive guy that saved me from falling on my ass just moments before.
He vanishes just as quickly as he came, leaving me alone with the dresses once again. I shrug, picking up the blue one and hanging it over my arm as I continue to scan the rest of my options. I end up grabbing a black lacy dress, an Adventure Time dress, a black Panic! at the Disco muscle tee with cute floral writing, some black ripped tights, and a black and grey sweater with striped sleeves and a skull with heart eyes on it. Smiling down at the pile of clothes, I make my way towards the register, biting my lip when I see the same boy behind it. He smiles when he notices me putting my items on the counter, “Ready, princess?” He asks, looking down at the items I just placed in front of him. I nod shyly, trying not to get too worked up over the princess comment. My eyes linger on him as he begins ringing the items up, his hair dyed completely white on the sides, interrupted by a stripe of jet black in the middle, almost like a skunk but reversed. He has an eyebrow piercing, but that seems to be it besides the small black gauges in his ears. He definitely makes up for it in the tattoo department, though. His arms are completely covered in full sleeves, tattoos even peeking out of the top of his muscle tee, crawling up his neck. I've never thought about tattoos much before, but fuck am I into them right now. I take note of the name tag on his shirt, Michael . It suits him.
“$104.80,” the stranger, Michael, tells me. I use my mom's credit card that she gave me, taking the bag from Michael's outstretched hand. I turn towards the door, ready to leave until Michael's voice calls out, causing me to turn around immediately. “Next time you come here, wear the blue dress with the skulls, okay?”
I nod slowly, offering him a shy smile before I turn around once again, this time to actually leave. I go straight for the nearest Starbucks, ordering my usual cotton candy frappe and sitting down at the table closest to the door. I look around the coffee shop as I sip on my drink, still trying to calm my racing heartbeat. This Michael guy made it sound like he wants me to come back soon. No one has ever really flirted with me before, but I'm pretty sure whatever happened back there was definitely flirting.
I sigh as I search in my purse for my phone, my fingers finding the pink rhinestone case after a few seconds. I tell my mom she can come pick me up now at the Starbucks entrance, putting my phone down gently as I stare out the window, the gloomy sky not looking very appealing. My mom arrives about ten minutes later, my eyes immediately finding her car as it pulls up in front of the window I've been staring out. I make sure I have my bags, grabbing my pink drink off the table before exiting the building.
The ride home is uneventful, my mom chatting about her book club earlier today, and the plans she has to go out for lunch with her friends tomorrow. I hum along, only half listening as I think about earlier, wondering when I'll be able to see Michael again. There's something about him that I can't get out of my head.
I have a feeling I'll be spending a lot more time at the mall from now on.