Photo Boy (Part I)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Some people can be a little too picture perfect.....

Submitted: June 30, 2015

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"$10.75 for film! I swear these bastards keep raising the price every month." Maggie, my best friend, and co-worker complains while holding a box of film in her hand. We both work at a store called "Picture Perfect", and as easy as it is to infer from the title, it has to do with cameras, and everything a camera needs. I'm just working here to help pay for college. Plus, I've always been fond of cameras, and photos. I actually own one, but I've never used it due to the fact that I've never seen anything or anyone worth the film. I sigh at her comment, and shake my head. 

"That's why I'll never be in the photography business." I joke, and we share a laugh. 

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one that was assigned a project that requires a billion pictures." Maggie replies, while tossing the box of film on the counter. "It's bad enough our employee discount is only ten percent off." She adds, while ringing up the film, and reaching in her back pocket for money. 

"Hey, it's better than nothing." I say, as I lean on the counter facing towards the costumers. 

"More like close to nothing." She says back to me, before putting her money in the correct place and slamming the register closed. I just giggle at her, as some elderly woman approaches the counter. 

"Sorry to ease drop, but I overheard you complaining about the price of the film here. I know this little shop on Houston Road that sells it for one forty nine." She says, and Maggie's jaw drops to the floor. I can't help but laugh out loud at my baffled friend. 

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"So, whatcha doing tonight babe?" Maggie asks, as we exit the store. 

"Same as always, going home and watching TV till I pass out." I reply, with a smile. 

"Twenty three and spending her nights at home alone. You need a man." Maggie says, and slaps my butt. 

"Hey! No touchy unless you buy me a drink first." I say, while smacking her hand away. We both giggle at my response before we head to the parking lot. 

"Well...in case you wanted to know, I'm going to that store the lady was talking about, cause I need film so I can start taking pictures of "Our Wonderful World" ASAP!" Maggie says, while waving a piece of paper in my face. The paper has the name of the store and the address on it. 

"Sounds like fun, can I come." I say sarcastically, and Maggie rolls her eyes at me. 

*******

The lady wasn't lying when she said the store was small. It's built with brown bricks, which are darker in some areas most likely because they haven't been scrubbed in ages. A big white sign on the top of the building reads "Capture The Moment" in big blue letters. There's two wide windows on both sides on the store, so we can see racks with cameras on them. 

"This looks like an antique store." I comment, as we walk in. 

"Stop being bitter." Maggie says, as we walk deeper into the store, and a split second later, I stop dead in my tracks. Maggie doesn't notice, so she just continues to walk off to where ever the film is. I can't stop myself from eyeing the boy at the register. He's drop dead gorgeous. He looks no older than eighteen, but I could careless at the moment. He looks up from whatever he was doing, and his eyes land on me. He smiles, and it's so perfect that it could stop time. 

"Hi." He says, in a soft, sweet voice as he waves at me. How is it even possible for someone to just look so..picture perfect. I could waste a million sheets of film on him, and then some more. I would probably stay staring at him till he got freaked out, but Maggie nudges me. 

"Earth to Harmony, I'm ready to go." Maggie says, with at least twenty boxes of film in her hand. 

"You..You already paid for it?" I question.

"Um, yeah." She replies, looking at me like I'm crazy. Was I honestly so focused on that boy's features that I didn't even notice him ring Maggie out! "Are you okay?" She asks , placing her hand on my shoulder. 

"I'm..fine." I manage to reply, looking her in the eye. "But, I just remembered I need some more film, and a camera." I spit out, before looking back at the boy, whose gone back to work. 

"I thought you had a camera and film, which you never use." Maggie comments. 

"Just wait in the car, and I'll be out in a second." I reply, and walk past her. I look back to see that she's exiting the store. I randomly grab a camera, and three boxes of film, before going to the front counter. 

"Is this all?" He asks, with that same time stopping smile. 

"Um, yeah." I reply, feeling like a school girl talking to her crush. 

"Oh, I like this kind. It zooms in really good and has a super bright flash. Do you like taking pictures at night?" He asks, holding the camera in is hands. I don't take pictures at all. 

"I actually just want it for the whole zooming thing. The flash will probably be turned off most the time." I reply, trying to come off appealing. He smiles and nods at me, before he starts ringing my things up. I watch him intensively, like what he's doing is the most fascinating thing in the world. 

"Um, this actually isn't the film for this kind of camera. Come on I'll show you where it is." He says, and I feel like an instant idiot. He walks from behind the register, and I follow. He's talking, but I'm hardly listening as I stare at his full, fit body. The rest of the store experience pretty mush consists of me going off into dazes and nodding my head. After I've paid for everything, he suggests I try the camera out, so I put some film in it and 'accidently' take a picture of him. A bright light quickly flashes, and he uses his arm to cover his eyes. 

"I'm so sorry." I begin to apologize, and he just laughs.

"No, it's okay. At least we know the flash works." He jokes, and we share a laugh. I don't really want to, but I eventually leave the store. 

"What the hell took you so long?" Maggie complains, but all I can do is stare at the picture I took. I was right, he's the type of person I could take pictures of forever. Aside from being too attractive to be true, there's something about him that I feel like I must have. Yeah, he's only eighteen, but I don't care. Last time I felt this way about something was when I was ten and I really wanted student of the month, because if the winner was a girl, they got this huge plush unicorn. So I shoved a girl, that would have beaten me, off the jungle gym a week before the winner was decided so she wouldn't be there, and she wasn't. 

In fact she broke her right leg, and had to stay in the hospital just long enough for me to win my prize. 

I get home, and I before I go to sleep, I place the picture of the boy on my dresser....right next to that unicorn. He's something I must have...


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