and I'm Still alive.
At least, I thought I was. The day had been slow and boring, and I had spent most of it sitting cross legged on a high rolling chair, leaning far across the glass counter, reading a Game Pro magazine. The occasional customer would walk in, look around at all the games we had, and walk out. I think I made two sales total. That was fine because they weren't really sales, no commission for me. All I did was answer questions to anyone who asked them.The true fun in working in a video game store was the countless amounts of free games I got, and all the talk I did with the boys about video games. I would have talked forever. Unfortunately, There was only one boy at the store at the moment, and he was to busy playing on a new DS to talk to me. He also thought video games were strictly for guys. Ha!
That wasn't the reason why I thought I had died though. Nope. The door's bell was the last thing I would have heard if who walked in next actually killed me. It was him. That guy. The one guy who every girl has a crush on in high school, but he doesn't feel the same. He always goes for those better girls, and we are left screaming at our walks: "He is so stupid!!! He doesn't even realize that I am the best thing for him!!! Not that stupid Bimbo!!!" The thing was, I thought I got rid of him when I graduated. I hadn't seen him for over a year. He didn't go to my college, he didn't even live in the same area as me. It was at least 30 minutes from my house to his. Why he was here. I had no idea.
See, the thing was, this wasn't just some normal jock big shot guy. He wasn't the best looking in the school. He was actually in the chest club, as well as a physic teacher's favorite student, and one of those weird kids who didn't play in high school band, but followed the band everywhere, and he played video games. Halo mostly, with his friends. All the girls in high school asked me what I saw in him. He wasn't that creepy, most of his friends where band kids. He was really smart, and really funny, along with one of the few people left who believed in chivalry. He was super tall, like 6'5" about, and really lanky and skinny. I could remember every detail of his face from high school too. Like his dark curly hair, dimples, deep green eyes, and crooked teeth. His hands where long and feminine too. I thought he was beautiful. He thought I was crazy.
That is why when I looked up to see who was walking in, I thought I died, or I at least felt my heart stop. It was him. That guy, but the look on his face was not that sweet laughing on I knew. Instead he had come in confident, which was something else that he wasn't. His green eyes flashed at me, and a smirk was on his lips only allowing one dimple to show. It was like slow motion for me until he turned to look at Xbox games while a friend of his went to look for another game. I couldn't help by try and read my magazine, though I was peering over the edge watching his back until is friend finally broke the silence. "Dude, they don't have it, lets go." I felt my whole body heat up like a thermometer. Happy and sad that he was going to be leaving. He turned and nodded at him, then looked over his shoulder at me and smiled before taking his long stride steps to the door, pushing it open slowly and exited.
I was still dead. He came back. He found me. I knew I would see him again. I knew I would anticipate the day he walked in again, like I did in high school, and that's what killed me.
