After cleaning up the wine and broken glass shards yesterday, I walked Trips to his house then finished the day all by myself. Sadly when I get home there's not a lot of things for me to do. Usually I get home and make some food and just hang around. Sometimes I'll go to the video store in town and get a movie or something but tonight I wasn't in the mood. So when I got home I just went straight to sleep.
I got up and did my usual routine, shower, breakfast, work. I walked in today with nopony at the counter. I wonder if Trips is here today. He's probably hungover.....but then again I guess he's never not. I walked behind the counter and into the back room to find Trips, listening to a record with some headphones.
As soon as he noticed he turned his head to look at me, still nodding his head to the music.
"Whats up?" He said, laying his headphones on his neck.
"Are you going to apologize for making me clean up your mess and walking you home?"
He laughed, "I'm not gonna apologize for being epic." With his big smirky grin intact he put his headphones back on.
I turned around and headed to the counter. If you haven't noticed Trips can be really inconsiderate, but that's just kinda how he is. Not really much I can do about it.
"Anyone come in today!?" I yelled, hoping Trips could hear it over his music.
"No one today!!" He yelled back.
A bell rang as I saw the door open. I looked up to see if it was Mac or some other pony. It wasn't Mac. It was him. The same pony I saw at the restaurant yesterday. The one, the really cute one. I tried to remember his name. Chernel? Sarahtel? I honestly couldn't remember. I just needed to stop looking at him.
He kept browsing through records, while I tried my hardest to look distracted doing something else, while quickly stealing glances at him. Luckily he didn't really notice me watch him browse through records, but if he almost did I'd just look away and try to look like I was doing something else.
Finally, he trotted up to the counter carrying two records.
"Hello." He said to me, clearly unknown of the massive lump building in my throat. He laid down the two records down in front of me. Tourist History by Two Door Cinema Club and Since I left you by the Avalanches. Oh celestia he even has my tastes.
I knew the routine. I had to look on the back of both records and add the bits together then ask for said bits. That's it. But it proved very difficult for some reason.
I looked at him for a couple seconds before realizing he was buying something. I quickly snapped back into reality and took both the records. I looked on the back and added both the bits.
"That'll be...um...." The words were getting tangled in my mouth. Usually I'd say the amount of bits and they'd hand me them and they'd leave. But in front of me was the Celestias plot of beauty. Just unmatched by any colt i've met or any porno I'.......I mean I don't watch any of that stuff!!!! Never mind......
My stumbling caught his interests. "Are you okay?"
His voice. Oh no his voice. His voice came off so smooth yet so innocent. He didn't sound cool
"Oh yeah....that'll be 35 bits please." I said as relaxed as possible. He fumbled around and handed them to me.
"Okay.." He replied,"It's just your blushing really hard..."
"THANK YOU COME AGAIN!" I yelled at him, shoving both records in his arms. He slightly stumbled backwards with the strangest look on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry it's just I think you're ho...I mean I'm sick!" I tried to say, but I doubted it mattered at this point. He slowly backed up to the door before suddenly running out of the building.
"What was that?" Said Trips coming out of the back room. I didn't respond but the way I slammed my head on the counter may have said something since he didn't pursue it any further.