Hey ya’ll here’s a quick one-shot. It’s just a little something that came to me while going pee this morning. I’m still working on my spin-off for sister song (thinking of calling it california dreaming) but hope this will do for now.
Finn tidied up the counter of the record store, waiting mournfully for the clock to strike 6, signalling the end of his shift. He loved working there. That wasn’t the problem. The problem had been that for the past month he’s been obsessively trying to avoid the giggling idiots that wait for him outside the store tossing hair flips and lip-gloss covered pouts in his direction upon his exit. It was Chop’s fault really. He had been trying to get at this bird named Brittany who was basically a pop queen clone who did nothing but gossip and pout, but she was fit and Chop was desperate. After he and her friends spent a grueling 20 minutes trying to create conversation at the chippie, Chop had decided to ensnare his friend in the horrible moment by walking the girls down the 3 blocks it took to get to the record shop, turning Finn’s oasis into a bubblegum-smelling, backstreet-boys-listening, miniature hell. After Chop had shagged her he had dropped her instantly, but it didn’t stop her mates from attempting to get at Finn. He had finally had it two weeks ago and told them if they weren’t buying nothing they needed to get out of the store. However this backfired as they only saw the grumpy sod attitude as a declaration that Finn was some sort of bad boy, and hence the tween blockade had begun.
It was ten minutes to closing when he heard the bell of the door ring. He was ready to murder whoever it was keeping him from a safe and quiet exit, but when he looked up from the till time stopped. She was beautiful. No it was more than that. She was the sun. She was air. She was wearing a raspberry beret. She had long black hair, skin the color of snow, eyes the color of whiskey, and a look on her face that was absolutely determined. It took Finn a moment to realize that she was speaking to him and after a quick shake of his head and a “sorry” he asked her to begin again.
She smiled as she said, “I said do you have a copy of Hole’s Live Through This on vinyl?”
It takes him a second to answer her. He was too busy checking her out to thoroughly process her request. When he finally looked back at her face he noted a faint blush on her cheeks, clearly aware of the fact that he had been staring her up and down for the past few seconds.
“Uh, uhm… yeah I think we might have it. Let’s just ah, let’s take a look see shall we?”
“Lead the way” she nods her head toward the rows and Finn’s heart skips a beat at the sight of her smile.
As he’s leading her down the aisle marked “H” in the rock section he’s suddenly self conscious of his appearance. Normally he didn’t give a flying fuck how he looked but after seeing her in that little black pleated skirt, docs, Christian Death band-tee and of course that adorable beret, he just didn’t feel like he was cool enough to be checking her out.
“Ah here we are” he lifts the record from the middle section of the area marked “Hole” as it was hiding behind a few copies of Celebrity Skin and hands it to her gingerly as to not drop it.
“Thank you sir! You have no idea how long i’ve been wanting this, they ran out at Randy’s down the street and the charity shop was absolutely no help!”
She clutched the record to her chest and it was only then that she allowed herself to really look at the fit bloke in front of her.
“You like American music then?” He asks stupidly. He doesn’t know why that popped out, but before he could berate himself any further she answers quickly.
“Mostly just the girl bands but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to having a soft spot for some of their punk and alternative bands. I could listen to Interpol’s Antics for hours.” She smiles softly to herself, dreaming of doing just that with the album she’s currently possessing.
Before Finn can answer he hears Archie enter the shop.
“Finn the fan club is gone you can head out safely now!”
Arch walks right past their aisle looking at neither Finn nor the girl that is in front of him and heads straight to the break room to put his things away.
“That’s my cue to end my shift but I can ring you up before I go.”
“Oh i’m so sorry! I didn’t realize… fuck see I have this one track mind. All i could think about was getting this before I got home I didn’t mean to keep you past your time.” She says apologetically.
He smiles at her and shakes his head slightly.
“I would of done the same. I get tunnel vision when it comes to music too. That’s why it’s so much easier working in a record shop because at least what i’m daydreaming about is right in front of me.”
He gives her a look that she can’t quite read, but it almost seems to say that he could have been talking about her in that moment as well. He walks over to the till, her following close behind him and after completing the transaction, he holds onto her record for just a second longer than necessary.
“Umm, I know this is a bit strange seeing how we just met and all, but would you, I mean that is… would you like to maybe get together sometime?”
He doesn’t know how he doesn’t just fall through the floor. He fumbled that so badly that it takes him a moment to realize that rather than grab for the record she’s turning over the receipt that he had placed on top of it and is writing something down.
“Here’s my number. Give me a call sometime” she says with a wink.
He stands their flabbergasted and can’t help but let the grin that’s on his face completely take it over. He almost forgets that he hasn’t even introduced himself as he’s watching her retreating back. He calls out to her, voice cracking slightly, “What’s your name?!”
She turns back slowly and says with a smirk, “It’s Rae as in Rachel. I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you Finn.”
And with that she walks out the store.
Finn is still at the till staring at the blank spot in front of the door she once occupied, his previous worries completely forgotten, and hears Archie from the side of him chuckling slightly and singing softly, “She wore a raspberry beret…”