Stupid Crushes:

Usually, I don’t think much about boys. Why would I? That’s Ashleen’s department. She’s the real girly one of the two of us. I’m just there. Always have and I probably always will.

That’s what I believed at least.

I met him at Willy’s Records. Another Saturday morning to escape my parents. (It seems like every year their fights get worse and worse. My head hurts because of it.) I looked through the rockabilly with deep intent. Last night was another night of screaming and drinking. I just wanted to forget at the moment.

Then, I felt someone touching my hand. I jerked my head back into reality. I turned around to see this man looking back at me. For some reason, he reminded me of younger, sober version of my father. Chestnut hair freshly cut. His face looked like a high school boy’s. My common sense took a lunch break at that moment. This man gave me a puzzled look.

“You like this kind of music?” he asked. I nodded at him like my body was on strings.

“Yes!” I said in a whisper.

“I see,” he said. I got a better look at his face as he crouched down to my level. He looked much younger now that I saw his eyes. I had never seen eyes that looked greener than the woods around Firefly House. For some reason I wanted to reach out and touch his cheek. I didn’t think about my actions in that one moment. My little right hand inched towards his nose. My fingertips almost reached him if he hadn’t caught my wrist. I blinked as if coming out of a daze. He gave me a strange look.

“What are you doing?” he asked. I only shook my head. For some reason, I had lost the will to speak. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He cocked his head at me.

“Where is your mother?” he asked. I looked down at my feet in shame. I hated when people asked me about her. I lowered my hand in his clutch.

“Oh,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, its fine,” I lied.

“What is your name?”

“Faye.”

I felt the man patting me on the head. “Call me Levi.”

I shuffled my feet. “O-Okay…”

Someone cleared their throat at us. Levi and I looked up. Mr. Willy stood inches away from us. Levi stood up and looked at him.

“Yes sir?” he asked.

“Can I help you?” my friend asked.

“Uh yes,” Levi said. “How much for these?” He held up a handful of records to Mr. Willy.

“Right this way,” he said. They headed up to the front counter. I stood there with a red face. What the hell?

“You want anything today, Faye?” Mr. Willy asked. I jerked my head upwards and shook it.

“No!” I yelped. “Nothing for me today!” He gave me a puzzled look.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes!” I yelped. I raced out of the store. I walked out of the store in a huff. That stupid Levi. He ruined my morning. I just wanted to look at the LPs and he just had to ruin it with his pretty face. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

My face reddened as I remembered his beautiful eyes. Asshole!, I cussed myself. That’s how I remembered that I hated boys at that time. They just ruin everything.

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