❝ — die a legend

[christiancarlysle]

jellybean.

“do you know how to fix a jukebox that’s decided to give up on life?” it was as good as a rhetorical question, because jellybean was fairly confident when it came to the answer. she didn’t - and she had been feeding the machine dollars and punching in the numbers of her favorite songs for about as long as she could REMEMBER. in fact ; it remained to be seen, and always would, now, but she was pretty sure that she knew the pages of choice inside this thing off by heart. losing something like that really sucked. “nevermind. you don’t. i don’t. no one does. she’s just…- gone, and we’re all meant to be OKAY with that.”

“i won’t lie to you- i know absolutely nothing about jukeboxes,” he answered her question with a laugh, a sheepish grin appearing across his face as he lifted an arm to scratch the back of his neck. “however- i think i can move it away from the wall,” he slowly started to talk, explaining his idea as it came to him, “and then perhaps you can take a look to see if something’s wrong?” he finished with a shrug, his eyes fixed on the girl as he waited for a response. 

[christiancarlysle]

jellybean.

“please don’t do this to me-” she wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular ; words muttered beneath her breath and around a frown that was directed entirely at the pops jukebox. whatever spark it had, once, was GONE - literally, at that. the lights of the big blue machine that had been jellybean’s first real introduction to good music ( not the crap that played on the radio nowadays ) finally seemed to have died, the turntable inside having done it’s last spin and come to a PITIFUL stop. she’d already given the machine a desperate shake. she had even given it a gentle, purposeful kick, as if that might’ve helped. denial and anger were only two stages, and the waitress on duty was so caught up in the slow and steady onset of real depression that she didn’t notice the approach of someone to pops’ counter. “i don’t what i’m gonna do without you - HOW am i supposed to work under these conditions? c’mon-” 

christian couldn’t help but glance up from his plate of fries, a bemused smile dancing across his face as he fixated his gaze on the girl. honestly he was surprised the jukebox even worked, so seeing it go didn’t come as much of a shock. but he did feel a twinge of sympathy, especially seeing how upset she was. “need some help?” he inquired, as he stood up, slowly approaching the girl. he knew absolutely nothing about jukeboxes, but he couldn’t just sit there and watch- it was too painful. rather than launch into a list of possibilities, he chose to idly stand there as he waited for a response. 

[christiancarlysle]

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