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[𝟭𝟰𝟮] 🧸 Rᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ Sʜᴏᴘ

Y/N - your name
C/N - crush's name

Song: "Meet Me At Our Spot" - THE ANXIETY

i apologise for the fact it's been a while and that i've had to close my requests! unfortunately i'm having to deal with a lot of shit with my dad (daddy issues lol) and i'm about to enter a very stressful school year so i'm currently only able to write when i'm well inspired and in a good mental space :)

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The Old Record Shop was a place my mother had told me about ever since I was little. She had always been passionate about music and often told me about the wonders of her hometown. So, when I moved out and decided to move to New Zealand (my mother's birth country), I was delighted to discover the record shop I had heard so much about was still up and running exactly where it had been described to be.

I was still setting up my studio apartment; my great lack of furniture and belongings was inconvenient but manageable. However, this wondrous little record shop where my mother's childhood was born had a much higher place on my priority list. It was on my third day of being in New Zealand, when I had finally caught up on my jet lag, that I took the trip to the little vintage place.

Pushing on the door as delicately as I could manage, I was delighted to hear the tinkle of the brass bell shaking. It was obviously a necessity, since the crooked and cramped shelves that swarmed the oaken space blocked the till from view, wherever it was. I began taking steps towards the left of the place, away from where the CDs were but towards where the vinyls were. As a parting gift, my mother had purchased me a record player, but I hardly had any vinyls.

I skimmed my hand across the age-worn wood displaying the rows upon rows of packaged vinyls: the strangest feeling of nostalgia was consuming me. Maybe it was the darkened red carpet, or maybe it was the dusty paper smell, but either way I was already in love.

"Hello, you're new here?" a Kiwi accent took me by surprise, causing me to jump a little. It would take a while to get used to everyone speaking in the accent that I used to only hear from my mother.

I turned to look at the owner of said voice, and saw an attractive guy adorning an oversized orange jumper; the sleeves covered his hands as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, it's- it's fine... I just wasn't expecting it." I replied, giving a small smile. Part of me was intimated by his good looks and cute composure. I deciphered he was about my age from his smooth rounded cheeks and young energetic eyes.

"You're English," he said, before his eyes widened, "Sorry, that sounded rude-"

"It's fine," I let out a light laugh, "I just moved here a couple days ago."

He smiled, and God was it gorgeous, "Oh, that's cool! What made you choose this town?"

"My mum is from here. She's always told me stories about the places here, especially this exact shop."

"Really?" the spark in his shiny irises from my statement made a fuzzy feeling erupt inside of me, "It's been in my family for generations, I guess your mum probably knew my dad."

"...Knew?" I said carefully, hoping it was just poor wording.

He sighed a little, "Yeah, he passed of cancer a few years ago."

Fuck. "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"Don't worry about it, I mean I still miss him but I've learned to live without. I'm C/N, by the way."

How had we spoken this long without introducing ourselves? "Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, now, what are you looking for?"

"Have you got The Cure?"

"Oh, yeah, right this way."

He led me to a tucked away corner, where the dust was thinner and shelves more thickly stocked.

"Sorry about the dust, my mum and I have been too busy to clean up the last couple weeks."

"Don't worry about it," I gave him a smile, turning my attention to the section labelled The Cure on a neon yellow sticky note.

"I'll be at the counter if you need me," he said, and although I was sad to see him go, I knew I could talk to him again in a couple minutes.

"Okay, thank you, C/N."

Once I had selected the vinyls I wanted, I briefly looked through the more modern artists section and picked up a Beach Bunny vinyl that I was partially surprised to see in such an old fashioned place.

"Hello again!" I beamed when I finally located the till.

"You got everything you wanted?"

"Yep... unless you have any good recommendations?"

"You're English, you must know Jamie T, right?"

"I know a couple of his songs."

"You haven't listened to his entire Kings & Queens album?" the shock in his expression was evident.

I chuckled, "I can't recall I have, no."

He moved from behind the counter and quickly disappeared among the shelves, before returning with a vinyl cover decorated in yellow, blue and black. "Here, have this as a free extra."

"No, no, I'll pay for it-"

"No, you won't." He began typing into his till, before telling me the price of all the vinyls but the Jamie T one.

"Please, just let me-"

He shook his head, accepting my card payment, "As payment for the bonus vinyl, you can go on a date with me tomorrow."

"A date?"

C/N gave me a grin, "Yeah, surely you've heard about the Sweet Daisy Cafe down by the riverside?"

"...I have, yes..."

"And who better to introduce it to you properly than a local?"

I couldn't help but giggle, pulling out my phone to give him my phone number, "Okay, it's a date."

Now I can truly understand what my mum meant when she said this record shop was magical.

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remember to eat and drink well lads 😤

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