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hey guys ! my name isn't really important right now, you just need to know that i write. i write stories, and i hope you like them, just comment and let me know what you think. you can call me hope if you want (because my name is "only hope," but in spanish) so yes, i'm going to start putting my first story up, called "the city's gonna save her" check it out !
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the city's gonna save her
chapter five:
I actually helped this customer, and after Colin showed me a few things with the register, they had sat down outside, and we were alone once again.
“You’re pretty with it for someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.” He commented
“I try my best. I’m not good at not being good at something.”
“That’s complicated.”
“But it’s true.” I said, and watched him take a large spoonful of the Birthday cake ice cream into his mouth.
“Yea yea, people are too complicated.” He said, and walked over to the mix-ins, and grabbed a pretzel and started munching on it.
“Sorry, I’m starving.” He said, and I laughed and tried cleaning some more. I didn’t even like to clean, it just gave me something to do other than to get lost in Colin’s eyes.
“So who trained you here when you worked last?” Colin asked.
“Uh, Chris?” I said, and I saw the recognition in his eyes, and nodded my head. “Yea, it was Chris.”
“Oh Jeez,” he laughed and shook his head.
“He’s, uh, different.” I searched for a neutral word to not offend him if he and Chris were friends.
“Very uh, different.” He laughed, and leaned back against the counter. He looked as if he were so natural here, and I was just an awkward addition.
“He’s brutally honest.” I commented while I was smoothing over the top of the ice cream. Chris called that “spading” the ice cream.
“Don’t do that.” Colin said to me.
“Why?”
“It’s a waste of time and it all ends up getting messed up anyways, we’ll do that at the end of the night.”
“Oh,” was all I said, as I put the spade back into the mini sink we had in the front. I twisted it to make sure all the excess ice cream was off in hopes for another customer soon.
“It’s okay to be wrong too, you know.”
“What?” I asked, and glanced up at him.
“Let me guess, you don’t like to be wrong either—“
“—It’s not like I don’t like being wrong—“
“—you’re used to being right.” He finished my sentence.
“Kindof.” He smiled with a victory.
“Well if you say people are so complicated, why are you so good at reading them?”
“Well 1. I’m a psych minor and 2. People’s temperaments bother me. If someone’s all doom and gloom, I don’t want to be around them.”
“Oh, so what would you classify me as?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t mind being around you.” I smiled, “You’re happy, but not too happy or fake happy. You are genuinely happy and an upbeat person. So you’ve officially been approved by Colin. “
I laughed, and abruptly stopped, realizing how good I was getting at pretending to be something I’m not.
chapter five:
I actually helped this customer, and after Colin showed me a few things with the register, they had sat down outside, and we were alone once again.
“You’re pretty with it for someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.” He commented
“I try my best. I’m not good at not being good at something.”
“That’s complicated.”
“But it’s true.” I said, and watched him take a large spoonful of the Birthday cake ice cream into his mouth.
“Yea yea, people are too complicated.” He said, and walked over to the mix-ins, and grabbed a pretzel and started munching on it.
“Sorry, I’m starving.” He said, and I laughed and tried cleaning some more. I didn’t even like to clean, it just gave me something to do other than to get lost in Colin’s eyes.
“So who trained you here when you worked last?” Colin asked.
“Uh, Chris?” I said, and I saw the recognition in his eyes, and nodded my head. “Yea, it was Chris.”
“Oh Jeez,” he laughed and shook his head.
“He’s, uh, different.” I searched for a neutral word to not offend him if he and Chris were friends.
“Very uh, different.” He laughed, and leaned back against the counter. He looked as if he were so natural here, and I was just an awkward addition.
“He’s brutally honest.” I commented while I was smoothing over the top of the ice cream. Chris called that “spading” the ice cream.
“Don’t do that.” Colin said to me.
“Why?”
“It’s a waste of time and it all ends up getting messed up anyways, we’ll do that at the end of the night.”
“Oh,” was all I said, as I put the spade back into the mini sink we had in the front. I twisted it to make sure all the excess ice cream was off in hopes for another customer soon.
“It’s okay to be wrong too, you know.”
“What?” I asked, and glanced up at him.
“Let me guess, you don’t like to be wrong either—“
“—It’s not like I don’t like being wrong—“
“—you’re used to being right.” He finished my sentence.
“Kindof.” He smiled with a victory.
“Well if you say people are so complicated, why are you so good at reading them?”
“Well 1. I’m a psych minor and 2. People’s temperaments bother me. If someone’s all doom and gloom, I don’t want to be around them.”
“Oh, so what would you classify me as?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t mind being around you.” I smiled, “You’re happy, but not too happy or fake happy. You are genuinely happy and an upbeat person. So you’ve officially been approved by Colin. “
I laughed, and abruptly stopped, realizing how good I was getting at pretending to be something I’m not.
the city's gonna save her
chapter four:
I finished putting the dishes away, as Colin went out front to help some customers. His deep, thunderous voice echoed through the back of the store, around all the humming freezers. I grabbed a scoop and a spade, and leaned next to him at the dipping cabinet, waiting for the customer to order. Glancing over at him, I noticed his dirty blonde hair in a short cut buzz for the summer, well, his summer at least. He wasn’t very dominant in the facial hair department, with just a little unshaven at his chin and up his cheek. Looking back at the customer, he looked down at me, as I was twirling my long brown hair. Somewhere between the customer’s “ooh’s” and “um’s” Colin got an order and I stood there waiting to be assigned a job. The customer went to go watch Colin mix together his ice cream, and I didn’t mind watching myself. I saw his smooth sun-tanned skin bend with his every move. He was very muscular, without much of it showing. As his arm connected to his shoulder, I saw hints of strong biceps, but not a typical gym-goer. This was naturally developed from playing a sport, I assumed. After he rung them up and left, he said,
“Next time, your turn. I know all the new people here try to blend in and not do anything.” He smiled, and I mimicked his,
“Awh, you figured out my trick.”
“Yes well Miss Ryan, it doesn’t work with me.” He flashed me a bright white smile. I bent over to get a rag out of the bucket to start cleaning some things off. While I rung it out, I turned around and noticed him staring, before I just laughed it off and continued with what I was going to say,
“So when did you get out for the summer?” I asked and started wiping off the counters.
“Last week. When do you get out?”
“In like another month.” I griped
“That sucks.”
“That’s high school.” I clarified.
“True. You don’t talk like you’re a sophomore.”
“What?” I asked
“You know, most kids up until their like senior year are not capable of putting their thoughts into words. You seem to know what you’re talking about.”
“Or maybe, I’m just a great actress.” I smiled.
“I doubt that.”
“How do you know anything about me?”
“I’m great at reading people.” He looked at me in the eyes, and stared right through me. I had to turn away.
“Like alright let me guess. You look athletic. You have to play at least two sports.”
“Soccer, basketball, and lacrosse.” I looked at him confusedly.
“Exactly. Your arms are naturally tan.” He said, holding mine up to his much paler arms. In fairness to him, I was Italian and tanned very quickly.
“But I have like no muscle in my arms whatsoever.” I flexed my right arm, and nothing happened, I squeezed the bone with some flab protecting it.
“Yea but they’re not fat, and look at your legs.” He said, and I looked down, and I noticed the lines in my leg not become so awkward anymore. The way they curved from my waist to my knees, and from my knees to my calves. I crossed my legs awkwardly.
“Yep definitely soccer player’s legs.” He laughed.
“Hey hey hey, don’t make fun of the thunder thighs.”
“Are you kidding? Soccer is one of the most physically exhausting sports to play. Respect gained.” I smiled.
“Alright, so what’s up with you?”
“What’s up with me?” he asked,
“Yea, what sports do you, or did you play?”
“I played hockey, and we have a sort of club team going on now, but that’s about it.”
“Hockey is tougher than soccer.” I commented.
“Yea, I know. But not a lot of girls play hockey, so you get credit.”
“Well so do you.”I said, and we were silenced as another customer walked into the store.
chapter four:
I finished putting the dishes away, as Colin went out front to help some customers. His deep, thunderous voice echoed through the back of the store, around all the humming freezers. I grabbed a scoop and a spade, and leaned next to him at the dipping cabinet, waiting for the customer to order. Glancing over at him, I noticed his dirty blonde hair in a short cut buzz for the summer, well, his summer at least. He wasn’t very dominant in the facial hair department, with just a little unshaven at his chin and up his cheek. Looking back at the customer, he looked down at me, as I was twirling my long brown hair. Somewhere between the customer’s “ooh’s” and “um’s” Colin got an order and I stood there waiting to be assigned a job. The customer went to go watch Colin mix together his ice cream, and I didn’t mind watching myself. I saw his smooth sun-tanned skin bend with his every move. He was very muscular, without much of it showing. As his arm connected to his shoulder, I saw hints of strong biceps, but not a typical gym-goer. This was naturally developed from playing a sport, I assumed. After he rung them up and left, he said,
“Next time, your turn. I know all the new people here try to blend in and not do anything.” He smiled, and I mimicked his,
“Awh, you figured out my trick.”
“Yes well Miss Ryan, it doesn’t work with me.” He flashed me a bright white smile. I bent over to get a rag out of the bucket to start cleaning some things off. While I rung it out, I turned around and noticed him staring, before I just laughed it off and continued with what I was going to say,
“So when did you get out for the summer?” I asked and started wiping off the counters.
“Last week. When do you get out?”
“In like another month.” I griped
“That sucks.”
“That’s high school.” I clarified.
“True. You don’t talk like you’re a sophomore.”
“What?” I asked
“You know, most kids up until their like senior year are not capable of putting their thoughts into words. You seem to know what you’re talking about.”
“Or maybe, I’m just a great actress.” I smiled.
“I doubt that.”
“How do you know anything about me?”
“I’m great at reading people.” He looked at me in the eyes, and stared right through me. I had to turn away.
“Like alright let me guess. You look athletic. You have to play at least two sports.”
“Soccer, basketball, and lacrosse.” I looked at him confusedly.
“Exactly. Your arms are naturally tan.” He said, holding mine up to his much paler arms. In fairness to him, I was Italian and tanned very quickly.
“But I have like no muscle in my arms whatsoever.” I flexed my right arm, and nothing happened, I squeezed the bone with some flab protecting it.
“Yea but they’re not fat, and look at your legs.” He said, and I looked down, and I noticed the lines in my leg not become so awkward anymore. The way they curved from my waist to my knees, and from my knees to my calves. I crossed my legs awkwardly.
“Yep definitely soccer player’s legs.” He laughed.
“Hey hey hey, don’t make fun of the thunder thighs.”
“Are you kidding? Soccer is one of the most physically exhausting sports to play. Respect gained.” I smiled.
“Alright, so what’s up with you?”
“What’s up with me?” he asked,
“Yea, what sports do you, or did you play?”
“I played hockey, and we have a sort of club team going on now, but that’s about it.”
“Hockey is tougher than soccer.” I commented.
“Yea, I know. But not a lot of girls play hockey, so you get credit.”
“Well so do you.”I said, and we were silenced as another customer walked into the store.
the city's gonna save her
chapter three:
The rest of the day flew by, and by the time I knew it, I was on my way home. We didn't have lacrosse today because we'd practiced/played for 6 days in a row and it was against the rules to play a 7th day, so we got off of practice. I straightened my hair, so it was blowing in the wind as Kelly's brother Nate drove me home. Excited wasn't the word that came to mind when I thought about going to work. I still didn't know everything and this guy was probably going to be a jerk about it and not even help me. I was also tired from school, but what else is new, I was always tired. My doctor said just because I was a teenager and I was on 3,000 milligrams of Keppra, but I was always emotionally tired. Like I was going to snap at the next person who looked at me the wrong way. Maybe I should just call out of work. That won't look too good though, calling out sick at your second day on the job. It's only three hours, I can make it through, I figured as Nate dropped me out of the house. I trotted around the back, where the black driveway ended, stepping onto three stone steps, up two chestnut porch steps, and opened the storm door. The key was hidden on the middle hinge of the storm door, under the window and clear from anyone's sight unless you walked right up to it. I opened the door and walked inside, and locked it behind me. Chance had lacrosse today, so he couldn't take me home. He and Nate were friends, but Nate quit the baseball team and Chance was going on a scholarship to the University of Pittsburgh. I had wanted to go there, then he committed. Now I would love to go to North Carolina, but the board of Admissions there is very picky, so I will doubtfully get in. This is all coming from a sophomore who had no experience with the college process. I scrubbed my hands of all the school pathogens I inevitably picked up all day. I grabbed an apple and walked over to the TV and turned it on. Yes, I thought, my favorite show, NCIS was on. Chance and I were hooked on this show. He liked the seasons when Cait was on, and I liked Zeeva better. I sat down and munched on my apple, until I eventually dozed off. I felt my mom shaking my shoulder as I groggily looked at her.
"You have to get ready for work."
"What time is it?" I asked, and rubbed my eyes.
"4:30, you start at 5." she informed me, and I walked upstairs and put on my Cold Stone shirt and black yoga pants (you weren’t allowed to wear jeans, but you could wear yoga pants? Confusing, whatever.) And I pulled my hair into a pony tail and put on a headband so I wouldn’t be stuck wearing the goofy looking visors. My mom was already in the car when I had to run downstairs and get in the car.
“Mom can I drive?” I asked,
“No, you’re already late.”
“Mom they don’t care, I don’t even know who I’m working with.” I said, and wondered what Colin looked like. According to Chris the owners only hire good looking girls. Oh this is going to be great. We finally got there, and as I was opening the door, my mom says to me,
“What time do I have to be there tonight?”
“I close tonight, so I’ll text you when I’m done.” I said, “Bye, love you.”
“Love you too.” She said, and I walked into the store. No one was out front, so I walked to the back, and saw this taller guy standing in front of the ice cream maker. He glanced up and flashed his blue eyes. First thought: oh God, he’s cute. Second thought: tonight’s going to be fun. Third thought: say something, stupid.
“Hi!” I smiled, “I’m Ryan, I’m new here.” and I walked past him to put my phone and wallet into a storage locker for all the employees.
“Hi, I’m Colin.” He smiled, and finished cleaning the machine as I put on my apron and my name tag. I walked out front to clock in, and I didn’t know he had followed me, so I jumped when he said,
“You know, to be honest, I thought I was working with a guy tonight. I thought John and Christi actually hired a guy for once.”
“Oh, no, sorry I’m a girl. Hate to disappoint you.” I laughed, as I started picking out mix-ins to refill.
“Oh, don’t worry; I’m not disappointed at all. It’s just a habit that isn’t broken here.” He laughed, and walked back to wash dishes. I had to go into the freezer to grab some things, and passed him on my way back out.
“So, Ryan, what’s your story?”
“My story?” I asked confusedly.
“Yea, your story, where you come from, where you’re going, which I might add don’t need to be the same thing, and any details I should know.” He grabbed a mix-in to fill up on. “Here, I’ll start. I went to Shanahan for high school, and I just finished my first year at La Salle.”
“Oh, so the boring stuff.” I said, and he laughed.
“Yea, well we’ll be slow tonight, so the interesting things will just have to wait.”
“Alright,” I started. “I go to Concord, and I have a brother named Chance.”
“Where are you going next year?” he asked.
“Concord?” I said, confused once again.
“Wait how old are you?”
“I’m 16.” I said, “I’m finishing my sophomore year.”
“You do not look like a sophomore, at all.” He commented.
“Thanks?” I responded, unsure of what the appropriate response to that. I took it as a compliment.
“No problem.” He smiled, “here catch.” He threw a marshmallow at me, and I caught it in my hands.
“No with your mouth,”
“I’m not good at this.” I said, and he tossed one and I caught it.
“Liar.” He bumped me as I washed dishes and he put them away. Tonight is going to be a lot better than I expected.
chapter three:
The rest of the day flew by, and by the time I knew it, I was on my way home. We didn't have lacrosse today because we'd practiced/played for 6 days in a row and it was against the rules to play a 7th day, so we got off of practice. I straightened my hair, so it was blowing in the wind as Kelly's brother Nate drove me home. Excited wasn't the word that came to mind when I thought about going to work. I still didn't know everything and this guy was probably going to be a jerk about it and not even help me. I was also tired from school, but what else is new, I was always tired. My doctor said just because I was a teenager and I was on 3,000 milligrams of Keppra, but I was always emotionally tired. Like I was going to snap at the next person who looked at me the wrong way. Maybe I should just call out of work. That won't look too good though, calling out sick at your second day on the job. It's only three hours, I can make it through, I figured as Nate dropped me out of the house. I trotted around the back, where the black driveway ended, stepping onto three stone steps, up two chestnut porch steps, and opened the storm door. The key was hidden on the middle hinge of the storm door, under the window and clear from anyone's sight unless you walked right up to it. I opened the door and walked inside, and locked it behind me. Chance had lacrosse today, so he couldn't take me home. He and Nate were friends, but Nate quit the baseball team and Chance was going on a scholarship to the University of Pittsburgh. I had wanted to go there, then he committed. Now I would love to go to North Carolina, but the board of Admissions there is very picky, so I will doubtfully get in. This is all coming from a sophomore who had no experience with the college process. I scrubbed my hands of all the school pathogens I inevitably picked up all day. I grabbed an apple and walked over to the TV and turned it on. Yes, I thought, my favorite show, NCIS was on. Chance and I were hooked on this show. He liked the seasons when Cait was on, and I liked Zeeva better. I sat down and munched on my apple, until I eventually dozed off. I felt my mom shaking my shoulder as I groggily looked at her.
"You have to get ready for work."
"What time is it?" I asked, and rubbed my eyes.
"4:30, you start at 5." she informed me, and I walked upstairs and put on my Cold Stone shirt and black yoga pants (you weren’t allowed to wear jeans, but you could wear yoga pants? Confusing, whatever.) And I pulled my hair into a pony tail and put on a headband so I wouldn’t be stuck wearing the goofy looking visors. My mom was already in the car when I had to run downstairs and get in the car.
“Mom can I drive?” I asked,
“No, you’re already late.”
“Mom they don’t care, I don’t even know who I’m working with.” I said, and wondered what Colin looked like. According to Chris the owners only hire good looking girls. Oh this is going to be great. We finally got there, and as I was opening the door, my mom says to me,
“What time do I have to be there tonight?”
“I close tonight, so I’ll text you when I’m done.” I said, “Bye, love you.”
“Love you too.” She said, and I walked into the store. No one was out front, so I walked to the back, and saw this taller guy standing in front of the ice cream maker. He glanced up and flashed his blue eyes. First thought: oh God, he’s cute. Second thought: tonight’s going to be fun. Third thought: say something, stupid.
“Hi!” I smiled, “I’m Ryan, I’m new here.” and I walked past him to put my phone and wallet into a storage locker for all the employees.
“Hi, I’m Colin.” He smiled, and finished cleaning the machine as I put on my apron and my name tag. I walked out front to clock in, and I didn’t know he had followed me, so I jumped when he said,
“You know, to be honest, I thought I was working with a guy tonight. I thought John and Christi actually hired a guy for once.”
“Oh, no, sorry I’m a girl. Hate to disappoint you.” I laughed, as I started picking out mix-ins to refill.
“Oh, don’t worry; I’m not disappointed at all. It’s just a habit that isn’t broken here.” He laughed, and walked back to wash dishes. I had to go into the freezer to grab some things, and passed him on my way back out.
“So, Ryan, what’s your story?”
“My story?” I asked confusedly.
“Yea, your story, where you come from, where you’re going, which I might add don’t need to be the same thing, and any details I should know.” He grabbed a mix-in to fill up on. “Here, I’ll start. I went to Shanahan for high school, and I just finished my first year at La Salle.”
“Oh, so the boring stuff.” I said, and he laughed.
“Yea, well we’ll be slow tonight, so the interesting things will just have to wait.”
“Alright,” I started. “I go to Concord, and I have a brother named Chance.”
“Where are you going next year?” he asked.
“Concord?” I said, confused once again.
“Wait how old are you?”
“I’m 16.” I said, “I’m finishing my sophomore year.”
“You do not look like a sophomore, at all.” He commented.
“Thanks?” I responded, unsure of what the appropriate response to that. I took it as a compliment.
“No problem.” He smiled, “here catch.” He threw a marshmallow at me, and I caught it in my hands.
“No with your mouth,”
“I’m not good at this.” I said, and he tossed one and I caught it.
“Liar.” He bumped me as I washed dishes and he put them away. Tonight is going to be a lot better than I expected.