Erin

she/her :p

[myaeworld]

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼)

part 1: hereee

No content warnings!!

wc: ~0.7k

After finishing your transaction, you take proud strides out of the store. However, you don't get far before feeling like you've left something behind. Sighing, you swing the car door open and drop your stuff in the passenger seat beside you, taking a second glance at the stuff the girl gave you for free. You quickly do a scan of your belongings. Phone, check. Wallet, check. Your keys, well - you're in the car so obviously, check. You pause for a second. "Oh my goodness, I didn't get her number." You drop your forehead against the wheel and silently curse yourself for forgetting to even ask for her name! You look around the parking lot and hope that she's for some odd reason still there. No luck. You turn your key, annoyed, and begin to drive.

By the time you arrive back at your new apartment, it's pretty late. From buying groceries to picking out new decorations, you're exhausted. You use your barely free hand to wiggle the silver keys off of your carabiner and unlock the door, twisting the doorknob. You're quickly greeted by your new roommate, Dina. You and Dina had been friends for a few months before your move-in. Despite being friends for a relatively short amount of time, you told each other everything. "Let me get that for you," she offers. You hand her a few bags and immediately spring into a dramatic monologue.

"I met this girl at the thrift store, and I swear it was love at first sight." "Right..." Your roomie adds, barely listening as she shelves the groceries away. "I didn't even get her number," you grumble, burying your face into your hands, "but she had red-brownish hair, disintegrating sneakers, and some random indie band tee." After a few beats of plastic bag rusting ambiance, you turned towards the corridor leading to your room.

Dina spoke up, noticing. "Trust me, I know already. Ellie wouldn't stop talking about it." You stand there, sort of dumbfounded. "Who?" You question. "Ellie? The only person who walks around with shoes old enough to summon an ancient spirit." Dina laughs. "Dinapleasedrophernumber,socials,anything." You practically beg holding your chest like it's the only thing capable of keeping you alive. "Just go do your thing, I'll send you her number in a second." "Promise?!" You practically leap up in joy. "When have I ever gone back on my word." She says, rolling her eyes dramatically.

You take your bags full of the clothing you got and toss one on your bed, focusing on the one, who was it, oh Ellie, got you. You try on a few of the pieces, coming up with an outfit. Your phone buzzes and you see that Dina sent you a contact card. "Thank you, Dina!" You walk over to your mirror and snap a quick fit check, texting it to Ellie.

y/n *you sent one attachment* Hey! Thank you so much for the clothes, once again :p read 10:25

Ellie's heart practically skips a beat when she sees the notifications pop up on her phone.

ellie no problem, I totally forgot to give you my number

She cringed before quickly adding:

if you even wanted it, i guess 😭

y/n Trust me, I did 😔 It was on my mind all day my name is (y/n) btw! delivered

Dina peeked into your room. "Are ya'll texting yet?" She said in a sing-song tone, wiggling her eyebrows. "Well, we were until you rudely interrupted!" You laughed. "Call her! I wanna hear what that dork has to say." "Seriously, Dina? Hell no! We practically just met." It only took a little bit of convincing from Dina until you were fully onboard with the idea, and boy do you owe her again. After some playful small talk between the three of you over the phone, Dina decided to leave because she was "sleepy." You hesitantly asked Ellie if she still wanted to talk. Safe to say the two of you hit it off that night. In the morning you told Dina about how you had arranged a hangout, insisting that it wasn't a date. She didn't believe you, and both you and Ellie weren't quite sure you believed yourselves either.

a/n: ts was so buns omg

@mioluvzsevika hope u like it anyways 😔💔

[myaeworld]

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲

No content warnings!!

wc: ~0.7k

The doors swing behind you as you walk into the thrift store, turning your head to locate the carts. You had just moved here from a smaller town and decided that you would never survive without a new favorite thrift store.

You scan the area in awe. "This thrift is huge," you mutter to yourself. You walk through the aisles, pushing your cart and drifting your hand across the various fabric compositions of clothing, trying to decide where to begin.

After doing a quick lap around the store, unable to find the section you're looking for, you sigh and head back towards the shirts. You skillfully flip through each of the tops, taking one off the rack to scan it now and then.

You hesitate as you approach a girl searching the same rack on the other side. You silently observe her at a distance while continuing to flip through the clothes. You take in her auburn hair. It's pulled back into a messy bun. She's wearing Converse in dire condition. The laces of one lay lazily untied on the floor beneath her. Finally, you notice her vintage band t-shirt. Never heard of them.

When you inevitably begin to approach her, you keep your head down and focus on the clothing you're browsing. A shirt catches your eye. It's a graphic burgundy band tee, coincidentally the same band that the auburn-haired girl is wearing. It's adorned with a sharpied autograph, seemingly written by one of the band members. You pause for a second pull out your phone and google the the band along with the name signed across it. Sure enough, the name belongs to a member of the band. You glance up at her focused face.

You hesitate, pulling the shirt off the rack. "Excuse me?" You question, gaining her attention. "I think you'd like this shirt." You hand it over to the rack and her eyes dart across it. Her face lights up. By the time she notices the autograph, she's practically beaming. "This is a sick find, Thanks!" She smiles, awkwardly rubbing her neck with one hand as she holds the shirt up with the other. "No problem, I saw your shirt and thought you'd like this one." You responded, giving the same nervous energy.

You both blink at each other for a few quick moments, before you panick and ask something random to break the tension. "Uhm.., do you know where the accessories are?" You glance around, waiting for a response. "Yeah, uhm, I know this place is huge. For some stupid reason, they keep 'em in the very back. I could show you if you'd like?" She replies nodding towards the back of the store.

As you quietly walk together, she murmurs another question. "Did you say something?" You ask. "Sorry, I asked if you were into that type of fashion." She says, gesturing towards your outfit. "Oh, yeah! I like to keep my closet versatile, but this is my favorite style." She observed the few items in your cart, almost as if she was looking for something. You brushed it off as a curiosity.

When you reach the accessories, you thank her profusely. "No problem, if you need help with anything else you can probably find me in the t-shirt area again… Or you can just ask an employee." She added, unintentionally making you laugh. Her cheeks tint a flushed pink. "Thanks again." You add before turning around, and walking towards the bags.

After spending some time collecting other clothes and trinkets from practically every section, you head towards the checkout. In front of you was the girl, waiting for her items to be bagged. When she finished paying she noticed you and turned around. You pretended to have not seen her, looking down at your phone. Your plan is almost immediately foiled as she walks up to you and begins to speak. "I found some clothes that I think would match your style." She says softly, handing you the bag. You take a look inside and gasp. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You didn't have to!" You exclaimed excitedly. She shrugged the action off, but you swore your heart skipped a beat when she smiled widely at you.

The unamused clerk tapped his fingers on the counter and boomed. "Next." She glanced back at the clerk and said a quick goodbye as she walked out of the store, her bags in hand.

At that moment, you knew you'd found your new favorite thrift store.

part two? :p