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Beep, Beep, Beep
Startled awake from his sleep at 6:20, like any other day. He grabbed his Ipod from his bedside table, and played his playlist, consisting of My Chemical Romance, My Bloody Valentine, Mindless Self Indulgence, and of course, his favorite band, Dead Eats the Dove. He put on his pants and zipped up his binder. He had already had top surgery about 7 months ago, it was just a habit at this point. Grabbing his eyeliner as his favorite song started to play. “No rest for the Cultist”
“God, I have got to see this song in concert. I really need to save up more.” He looked at his jar labeled “DEAD EATS TEH DOVE MONAYYYY!1!!’ scribbled in messy handwriting.
Taking the black eyeliner and pulling his water-line down, messily applying it. He took his white eyeliner and made his fangs as well.
He was excited about today's outfit. A cute green, red, and blue striped button up, black loose jeans, his favorite tie, and his skeleton gloves, the ones he got because of stupid Frank Iero. He took his trans pin and his Dead Eats The Dove pin and put them on his shirt. He looked really masculine today.
Grabbing his medicine and screwing the cap off. Pop!
He always had a hard time opening the bottle, even if he had been taking it since he was three. Shaking the bottle until a singular white and blue pill fell out. He looked at himself in the mirror and watched as he put the pill in his mouth and swallowed. His memory had been getting worse due to the trauma and 50 other mental disorders he had.
Tying his black beaded converse up, he stepped outside and got in his car. His hand light on the radio, flipping stations until he got to 91.1 Fm. Eh, just some Lil Wayne. Turning the radio off, he popped in his “It’s My Death.” Cd, singing ‘Your Hands, My Blood”
“Ripping at my veins / Tearing out my heart / My blood, your hands / This love, it ain’t smart"
Screaming the lyrics as he drives to work. People liked to give him dirty looks from their cars,
but he didn’t care. He just kept singing. After 20 minutes of traffic for a 5 minute drive, he finally arrived at work. The Purple Cow. Yeah it doesn’t pay the best, but he loves his job.
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It was a Wednesday, so it wasn't really the busiest, but there was one customer who caught his eye. He was tall, like tall. Maybe 6’4 6’5? He was chubby and blonde, and honestly kinda cute. He had a skinny, shorter friend, but he was cute too. He talked pretty loud so Xander overheard him.
“You think they got- like, CDs, or records and shit? Or would they keep those locked up?”
“Uh we have CDs they're just in the back- I can take you if you need.” He yelled while turning his music down
He showed them towards the back as he exited the counter and grabbed the box of CD’s from the shelf.
“These are all the CD’s we have currently, we don't have any records right now but if you want a CD make sure it has the disc and then just- come check it out”
The tall male nodded as Xander walked back towards the counter. No one was there besides them, so he turned his music back up and just layed down on the floor. Yeah, his co-workers thought it was gross, but it was actually quite relaxing. Humming the lyrics to “DESTROYA” as he twirled his black hair. He opened his eyes to see the customers back already. Sitting up quickly and standing so fast he got lightheaded.
“Sorry- I- Sorry. Is this all you need?”
The blonde man pointed at a ring in the glass, it was strange, spiney kind of. “Just that ring and yeah that's it”
Xander grabbed the ring and took their CD’s to check them out. A couple he knew, a couple he didn’t
“Enema of the State. Nice”
“Yeah, B182’s overrated” The tall man pointed to the brunette “But this dumbass likes them.”
“Hey! You like ‘What’s My Age Again?’!”
“Not my favorite band but I get the love.” Xander put the CD’s and the ring in a bag.
After the guys checked out they were heading for the front door- until they stopped and came back.
“Hey do you have like- a back door or something? You know- that we can go outta?” The blonde man asked
“Wha- Yeah? Straight back where the CD’s were and to the left. Whatca need it for?”
“Thanks!”
He watched as they jogged to the back. Huh, that was weird. Whatever! His shift was almost over anyway. Actually..
“Finally.” His watch dinged 5:00 PM. He went to the black T-shirts section to look for something. As always.
A Police officer opened the door and looked around. Xander noticed this, so he yelled;
“Do you need anything, Officer?”
“Oh- Do you work here?”
“Yes sir, Why- what's wrong?”
“Did you see some kids come through here, one blonde and tall and one brunette and skinny? About your age, I’d say.”
He thought about the two cute guys. Hm. Hmmm.
“No sir, I'm sorry. What happened?” He had perfected his innocent and confused voice
“Ah, nothing. Don’t worry about it. Have a good day” He said as he walked out
“You too!” He called, but the officer couldn't hear him.