Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as it's my first time writing. My e-Mail address through the link below.
Ian was the typical seventeen year old kid. He was close to five foot seven and weighed about one hundred and forty five pounds, with some muscle. He had messy brown hair with dark green eyes and the faintest hint of a stubble. He had opted not to go to college and stayed in his home town of Santa Rosa, California with several of his friends who had gone into separate careers.
Ian's Mom knew Mister Rombassi, the owner of the local high street party Shop. It sold various items such as costumes, party decorations, gag gifts, practical joke items and general party related paraphernalia. After much persuasion, Ian agreed to work at the store.
While he had never really liked Mister Rombassi, the pay check was good and he was within cycling distance so he didn't have to pay for bus rides or catch the train.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and thought back to the last summer where he and his friends had graduated. They had all been full of hope and ready to tackle College full on. One thing led to another, such as Ian's Dad opting to leave him and his Mom for his Secretary. While Ian would never admit it, that was one of the reasons as to why he had chosen to stay home and work.
Shortly after telling his now ex-girlfriend that he was staying with her in California, she had made a face and shied away from talking to him. After a few days of not talking, Ian had managed to get hold of her, where she explained that she had hoped he would go to College.
After a late night phone call, his ex had revealed that she had been cheating on him and wanted to tell him when he was out of the state. Cursing loudly, Ian slammed the phone down and hadn't spoken to her since. Simply writing a strongly worded text message dripping with sarcasm to make Hugh Laurie flinch.
Running a hand through his hair, Ian looked at the nearby calendar. He flipped the pages back a few times and saw that he had been working at the store for close to three months and apart from being able to spend all day surfing the internet on his laptop computer or reading the latest comic book he had picked up on his way over he got very bored, very easily.
He sat behind the desk for hours simply waiting for people to wander in to try on costumes for parties, maybe order clowns or acts for their parties and generally waste his time. The job paid well and he got to work overtime at the weekends at random parties dressed as some degrading character.
It had been an average Monday with next to no customers and nothing to do but surf the net and dive into the Marvel Civil War. Closing the last book, Ian yawned heavily and looked around. The store was dead. Looking at his watch, the time read '4:58'. Two minutes to closing, no one would miss it.
Ready to shut the shop, Ian had packed away his belongings and began looking for his Laptop's power adaptor. Ian moved to the back room when he heard the shops bell ring. Walking into the front of the store, he noticed a woman looking at the costumes next to the window display. Sighing, he hoped this would be a quick 'Get the hell out of my shop!' type affair.
"Hi! I'm Ian welcome to 'The Party Store'! How can I serve you today?" The lady in question turned around and Ian instantly knew who she was.
"Hey! I'm Jennifer!"
Ian was stunned. Jennifer Love Hewitt stood in front of him and God did she look good! She was wearing: a tight pink t-shirt that showed off her mighty impressive cleavage and a super short denim skirt that made you stare at her smooth tanned legs. To top it off, Jennifer was wearing a set of killer high heels that must've been at least four inches off of the floor.
"Uhhh... Hey! How can I help you today?" Ian was proud of himself. He was able to form a complete sentence since most of his blood had left his brain and moved towards his nether regions. Smiling awkwardly, he hoped he wasn't leering as he continued to stare at her.
"Well, I'm having a party in a couple of weeks and I'll need a costume for it. Could you help with that?" Jennifer smiled at him, obviously not bothered by his lust. Ian swallowed hard as his brain ran rampant with imagery of what she could want to be dressed up as.
"Sure! Everything you see here is for rental or for sale. We've got fitting rooms at the... rear..." Ian winced at the choice of words, as his pants started to strain. "Have... Have you got a theme for the party?"
Looking to the side for a brief moment, Jennifer shook her head. "No, no theme I guess. Can I have a look around?" Ian nodded dumbly as Jennifer wandered off into the vast array of shelving with costumes hanging from hooks. Ian couldn't believe his luck! The woman he had the most fantasies about... Jennifer... Love... Frakking Hewitt! She was in his store and was within touching distance!
Just as he was moving to follow her, the door chimed again. Cursing under his breath, Ian spun around to face the customer. It was a middle aged business man who seemed to simply be browsing. As he didn't make eye contact, Ian took it upon himself to quickly shoo the man out.
"I'm sorry Sir but we're closed now. We open again at Nine A.M tomorrow, we look forward to your custom then!" Ian quickly motioned to the door, hoping the guy would get the picture.
"But I'll only be five minutes! Besides, I just saw a woman come in here! She hasn't left yet so I'm not leaving either!" The man protested, Ian was already sick of it.
"Yes, but she was here before we closed. It's store policy that if someone arrives before the store shuts then we have to wait for them to finish." Putting on his best poker face, Ian watched as the man sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Walking out towards the door, Ian was ready to lock it when the man stuck his head in again.
"What's your name?!" He demanded rudely wagging his fat index finger at Ian.
"Scott... Reed..." Ian said, bluffing convincingly enough.
"Right Scott! I'm calling your manager tomorrow and we'll see how smug you are then!"
Ian smiled and nodded his head, he was marked for all day tomorrow. All he had to do was throw his voice convincingly enough and he was sure that would settle it. Grinning, Ian flipped the small white sign so that the outside message read 'Closed'. He was determined that no one was gonna interrupt this time with her.
Turning around, Ian wandered into the many rows of clothing, looking around he noticed Jennifer had gone missing. "Hello? Are you back here Miss?" Ian called out, hoping that he could hide his desperation in his voice. A soft voice rang out from the back of the store, Ian moved closer to the noise to hear everything.
"I'm just trying some clothes on and please call me Love. Miss is way too formal!" Jennifer shouted out. "What did you say your name was? Ian right?"
"Yes, that's right Mi... Love!" Ian spoke back, correcting himself mid-wording.
"You been working here long? You like it here?"
"Yeah, it's OK. I've been here for close to three months now. My Mom knows the owner and managed to net me a job here." Ian called back, taking a position leaning up against the wall of dummy dog craps.
"That's sweet of her. You working on getting some money to go to college?" Love called out again as the sound of a zipper also joined her voice.
