characters: lysander & fieo, mal, esper and lana.
word count: 770
other: soulmates au where lysander meets fieo because he works with mal. (first time i've written from lysander's point of view.)
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anxiety filled the air as lysander strolled down the main street. he was late. he had absolutely no idea how he landed himself a position at a record store on london's most "hispter" main streets but the job paid well and the work was enjoyable. his co-workers were eccentric to say the least and shifts seemed to fly by.

jogging he rounded the corner and entered the shop, clocking in behind the counter. mal— a girl with chin length black hair with blue streaks glared at him.
"you are such a bastard, westfall." she grinned.
lysander smoothed over his oversized shirt— the name 'raven city records' printed in bold white lettering. he tucked it into his waistband and fixed the cuffed jeans he was wearing. tying up the untied shoelaces of his doc martens.
"you look like shit." mal said dryly.
lysander gave her a crooked smile, "thanks, love, so kind to me." he ran a hand through his curls trying to tame them.
"rough morning?" she asked, at least feigning concern.
"yeah, friend of mine had a bad end to a relationship, she found her companion and he didn't."
mal nodded sadly, "it's a shame, isn't it?"
lysander nodded. "my brother is supposed to meet his today, his stopped darkening last year and it's his birthday tomorrow."
"rough." lysander commented, not intending to further the subject onto the words tattooed on his side. et tu, brute. ridiculous he thought to himself.

the day started off slow with one instance of teenagers mulling around for a while, nearly scratching a vinyl. conversation turned to jokes and ramblings between both lysander and mal. mal left to go reorganise the store room while lysander shouted from the counter.
"hey, mal?" the doorbell rung.
"do you think ex-crack addicts snort their medication instead of taking it normally?" lysander looked up from his phone to see a group of younger adults around his age looking at him, he smiled at them.
"i dunno, westfall. maybe, why're asking me?" i shrugged and looked back to see her wiping her hands on her jeans and walking over to him.
"fieo!" she squealed— a sound lysander didn't know it was possible to make.
a girl busted into the conversation, "mal! it's been a while! how are you?"
a crash came from the other side of the shop, lysander stood up to see a display rack of t-shirts knocked down and a taller guy staring at him the shorter guy looked from the shirts to the culprit and said sternly, "et tu brute."
lysander heart jumped. he stared at the guy and tried to calm himself. this was happening.
the taller boy apologised and scooped up the knocked over merchandise as mal called over the mystery boy.
"fi, come over 'ere. you should meet lysander." mal niggled.
shit. mystery boy was infamous fieo, mal's younger brother. he was beautiful. he had mouse brown hair, tan brown skin and moles splattered on his neck and face. his eyes are odd, blue and green, the blue one lacking a pupil, they were scary. lysander's heart beat uncontrollable, his heart in his throat. he swallowed as he walked to mal.
"morning, mal!" he grinned at her.
lysander eyes the boy at the front rearranging the stand he had knocked over.
"this is lysander, my work mate. you guys are the same age." mal niggled at me.
i reached out my hand and he shook it. it stung in a way that made my heart hurt.
"hi," i mouthed as mal and fieo's friends had a loud conversation across the shop. i didn't want to let his hand go.
"hey," he mouthed back and smiled shyly.
"it's nice to meet you." i breathed, raising an eyebrow.
"it's very nice to meet you, it took you long enough." that was unexpected, he was bold.
i had an overwhelming urge to cup his race and kiss him. "you had plenty of opportunities." i grinned, teasing him.
he grinned wryly, "want to hang out?"
i didn't know what to say, i froze unable to answer. my smooth attitude was exposed to be flighty and nervous. i swallowed and ignored the lump in my throat.
"id love to." he smiled and his shoulders drooped showing instant relief.
mal gave me a knowing look that made me think she knew all along. i winked at her and clocked out claiming i was sick, i glanced to see fieo staring right at me, hands in his pockets and smile on his face. the nerves were replaced with excitement. this was my life.