Taken

Taken- chapter 1

HI! This is my first fiction story, I hope you like it! :D The picture on the right is what I think the dude looks like. Peace out!  

-Fleur

***changed the ending, story is going differently than i first planned :)

Don't lick a llama,  

Fleur  

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Threadbare and out-of-date clothing hung on the racks of the Goodwill I was volunteering at. People of all different shapes and colors shuffled through the doors with metal bars on them looking for something, anything. Two hours later, at eight o'clock, I shut the register down and helped re-hang clothing and put old toys back on display. Just before the lights flicked off, a guy burst in through the doors, looking frazzled and distracted.  

"Um, ma'am," he said, nervously, "Are you about to close?" His strange, aqua colored eyes reflected concern, and I sighed and said,  

"I'll give you a couple of minutes, but at eight thirty-five, you need to leave."  

"Thank you. I've traveled a really long way, and forgot to bring the right clothes with me."  

At that, I really looked at what he had on, and bizarre didn't begin to cover it. He wore a gray deep v-neck top with 4 black stripes on the right shoulder, and a shirt underneath that matched his eyes so exactly, it was like they had been dyed the same shade. The pants were also gray and had 4 stripes, but these were also aqua. The closest equivalent to his shoes would be a flip-flop. The fabric looked buttery soft, and I wondered what it felt like. I blinked twice, then called after him,  

"All men's clothing and shoes are on the left, dressing rooms in the middle."  

All of a sudden, the staff door opened and out hobbled my shift manager, Gloria.  

"Be sure he leaves soon, Aimée. You need you rest for tomorrow."  

"Yes ma'am." I responded, remembering how I almost turned off the lights on her.  

He emerged from the racks with a mountain of clothes and went to try them on. I slid out from behind the counter and walked over to the dressing room, thinking that this was going to be interesting.  

It was. He came out from the room looking like a mini pimp. A brown canvas fedora sat on his auburn hair, and he wore a white suit 3 sizes too big for him.  

"Why does it not fit?" he complained.  

"You just got the wrong size. Try something smaller, and maybe a different style." I added.  

He went back into the dressing room and appeared wearing a light pair of skinny jeans and a wool vest with Santa Claus on it.  

"How's this? Better?" He asked.  

I was trying so hard not to laugh, my eyes were shut. Wondering where the heck this guy was from, I sat in silence for the longest four seconds ever trying to compose myself. Then I got it together and spoke.  

"No, that won't work. Let me see the other clothes you picked out, and I'll help you sort through them."  

He reluctantly handed the clothes over to me. The stuff this guy picked out was a sampling of the most outrageous crap we had. I gave him back the acceptable clothes, and after he tried on a few things, I really wanted to know his name.  

"Hey, um, what's your name?"  

"Nolan," he replied bluntly.  

"I heard yours was Aimée. Nice."  

"Thanks. It's French, you know. And I like yours too."  

"Cool. Well, I'm going to try on more clothes so you can leave on time."  

That was considerate. I nodded and he disappeared into the room again. This time when he came out, he looked good. Really good. The lime green v-neck made Nolan's hair look fantastic, and a pair of dark, straight leg jeans completed the hunk look. I didn't know Goodwill even had this cool of clothes.  

"Uh... nice!" I stuttered. "You should buy it."  

"You really think so? I don't know about the green."  

"Get it!"  

"Quit yelling!" He yelled back.  

"I command you to buy it!"  

"Noooo!" We were both reduced to laughing fits."  

He finally changed back into his original clothing and I convinced him to let me ring it up.  

"10.75 is your total."  

"What?"  

"Nolan, you owe me $10.75 for the shirt and jeans.  

"Oh, yeah. Here." He gave me a wad of cash.  

"5.25 is your change."  

"Okay. Hey, do you wanna see my car?" He sounded kinda weird, but I doubted he meant to cut me up into bits, so I followed him outside.  

"Um, that's not a car..."  

"Sorry I had to do it this way, Aimée."  

He jabbed a syringe into my arm and I could barely make out the shape of a ship before the lights switched off in my head.