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Harlow | Phoenix | Other people

"Reese Pieces are better than Reese Cups Harlow. I can argue this all morning."

"You sound absurd. They taste exactly the same."

"They. Do. Not."

"I had Reese Pieces yesterday after work and I am telling you that they taste the very same as a the mini cups I had two days ago."

"There's something wrong with your taste buds."

"There's something wrong with you."

"Why are laughing at me? . . . And why are you laughing Prichett?"

"Because we both know you sound ridiculous."

"You two are ridiculous . . . Anyway, how was work yesterday. Glamour, right?"

"Yeah, it was fine. Same old stuff. I did go to the movies with Timara though."

"You saw a sappy romance movie didn't you?"

"For your information we saw the new Avengers."

"Are you shitting me?! Don't tell me anything! I don't want to know!"

"I wasn't going to say anything!"

"Good. Good."

"You're a big Marvel fan?"

"Not really. I'm just glad we're past those terrible movies about a love triangle with a werewolf that's supposed to be sixteen but looks thirty, a human that always has her mouth hanging open, and a glittering vampire that looks constipated."

"It sounds like you've seen all five movies."

"I'm still trying to figure out who thought it would be a good idea to bring them on deployment. They're always watching it on the sixty-five inch. Who the hell wants to see that shit everyday?"

"Why don't you say something Sergeant?"

"Because it's first come first serve and as long as it's not porn it doesn't matter what they watch."

"I guess you'll just have to suck it up then, huh?"

"It's not funny Harlow. I'm dying over here."

"Sure you are."

" . . . . "

" . . . . "

"I think my Aunt Justine wants to meet you."

"What?!

"What's wrong?"

"Why does she want to meet me? What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything I was just talking about you and she said that she was happy I found a nice girl to talk to. She continues to remind that I should call you at a different hour so you can sleep but we've already worked out a perfect schedule. I also told her you worked at Glamour and -"

"You told her where I work?!"

"What's wrong with that? It's not like she's going to show up at your job and stare at you while you work."

"How do you know that? What if she already knows who I am? What if I was rude to her one day and she already hates me?"

"Are you normally rude to customers?"

"No but -"

"Then you don't have anything to worry about."

"You have to make sure she never goes to Glamour."

"You want me to tell the woman who raised me that she can't shop where she wants to because you're afraid to meet her?"

"I'm not ready to meet her."

"Harlow, I said I think she wants to meet you. I don't know for sure since I didn't ask."

"So ask!"

"You really need you to calm down."

"That's like me saying my Papa will be there to meet you when you come back from deployment. He'll fly his ass right out to California to make sure you're worthy of me."

"Okay, first let's talk about why you call him Papa and not dad."

"I have one of each."

"Go on."

" . . . . "

" . . . . "

"My parents are both . . . men. They're gay. I have gay men parents. I'm adopted."

"Why are you talking so fast like you're embarrassed or something?"

"I'm not embarrassed. People sometimes make it a big deal that my parents are gay as if their parenting skills would be any different from a straight couple. I was still grounded. I still got my phone taken away. My dad doesn't want me to date until I'm thirty. Papa cried when I went to prom and when I moved out. My parents didn't argue in front of me but I sometimes heard them at night. My parents pecking each other before work in front my me was weird when I was little but as I got older I wanted the same love that they shared for each other with someone."

"Good thing you found me."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that because you and I are the greatest friends ever, I already have love for you kind of like my boy Prichett if not more . . . no offense Prichett . . . Also I am a guy who will express his feelings if you haven't already figured that out that I like you Harlow then this is me telling you . . . I like you Harlow . . . I have grown to like you over the past three weeks and it's crazy. I also like the fact we haven't met each other in person. That gives us all the more reason to learn more about each other without other . . . things going on."

"Other things like what?"

"Just . . . other stuff."

"Like what Phoenix? Tell me."

"Sexual tension. I know whenever we finally meet since I'll be sure to wear my blues, you'll be ready to jump my bones."

"Of course."

"Exactly."

"Sarcasm."

"Sure it was."

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Hanging up the phone I thought about Phoenix's Aunt Justine possibly wanting to meet me. Honestly I needed to stop thinking about it because it made my heart race but I couldn't help it. There was a chance that I had already met her and didn't even know it.

What if she thought I was rude? What if she thought I was rushing through her items trying to get to the next customer?

I wasn't that type of cashier at all. My thoughts were just getting the best of me.

Turning on some music I put my phone on the pillow next to me focusing on the sounds over my own thoughts.

Things between Phoenix and I were simple. We were friends and we've said that out loud to each other. Sometimes he joked about being more if I ever met him in person but what were the chances of that? Would I give him my address if he asked for it?

Cursing at myself I forgot to ask him about video chatting in the near future. I wanted to see him smile like he does in his Instagram pictures.

Tomorrow I would ask for sure . . .

. . .

Sexual tension . . .

"He's crazy. He's not even that cute."

Lies. Phoenix Derman was 'that cute' times a million.

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