BabyPop Massacre Presents:

10 Mistakes

Number One

Gas Station Melody

Julius counted the puffs of steam floating out his mouth in the gray February air. Despite the warnings listed, he pulled out his cell phone and began to play with it ignoring the black digital numbers that counted away dollars of his salary. Though gas prices were ridiculous, he failed to see the seriousness of it all and carelessly continued his lifestyle of buying whatever would please him at the moment.

He wasn’t a businessman. He was just lucky-an offspring of two CEOs. Though they wished their son would learn the value of a dollar, he didn’t and it cost them quite a lot of grief when it turned out he didn’t value life as well.

Julius was careless, spoiled, and greedy but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He knew what he wanted out of life, the pleasures and the objects, and almost every time he got it. But what he couldn’t quite understand was why women never came into the equation.

He wasn’t an ugly man. In fact, he was downright perfect. He had mysterious dark blue eyes, cream-colored complexion, perfect pearly-white teeth, and the most feathery jet black hair. What the hell was wrong with him?! He was a nice guy. He could show a girl a good time. He was rich for God’s sake!

Shifting through his contacts, he came across one name, Amanda. Amanda was a woman he met at a club once. She was a golf player and loved analyzing movies. Of course, she seemed like a decent girl but Julius was only after nookie. Dating was for virgins and marriage was for old people.

Wondering whether or not she would even answer at such an early time in the morning, he pressed the phone to his ear just when a dark convertible slowly passed him by. With speakers booming, the vehicle was professionally parked by a female smiling behind purple shades.

Julius watched her while listening to his phone ring. He leaned a bit to get a better look at the owner as she slid out of the convertible exposing stiletto heels and a matching evening dress that made Julius raise an eyebrow clearly interested. He almost dropped his cell phone as she bent over to check her face in the side mirror.

He liked the way she walked and how her curly hair bounced went she entered the convenience store with coat in hand. Feeling something wet squishing in his shoes; he looked down and cursed seeing he had spilled gasoline all over his brand new shoes.

“Son of a bitch!” He leaped away from the small puddle and the digital numbers stopped counting. His total was 68.24.

Inside the convenience store, the woman in the stiletto heels was having a difficult time choosing which flavor of Starbucks frappuccino was the best despite the always chilly weather. She twisted her lips and tapped her chin adorably.

Julius admired that too. Smelling like gasoline, he had followed her into the store and practically stalked her from the potato chip aisle. How beautiful she was. He felt so unusual wanting to approach her but at the same time not wanting to be a bother.

The coat she clutched in her arms was white and stood out against her much darker skin. Somehow it managed to slip out of her hands and the woman sighed bending over to pick it up. As she did so, Julius watched leaning over with her not paying attention to how perverted he looked or the cheap wine bottles tipping near his arm.

Everyone in the store jumped hearing the avalanche of toppling glass bottles. The woman’s eyes grew large as she stood before a man surrounded in a sea of burgundy. His cheeks were pink in color and despite having made a fool of himself he continued to stare back at her.

Looking him over with a smile, the woman approached. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

She rubbed her ear lob. “Looks like you made a mess.”

“It’s your fault.”