Don't believe everything you read.

I never quite understood my sisters obsession with her bands, I mean sure their music was amazing, but they're human, just like the rest of us. I sigh as I watch Ramona intently reading what I am told to be a "fan fiction" online. Looking over her shoulder I make out the words "Austin", "Ashby", "hard member"- I stop looking immediately and stand up feeling awkward. This earns a laugh from Ray as I leave, making my way upstairs to my room. Past the poster covered door that marks Rays territory, the blindingly white bathroom and to the end of the hall. I walk in and lay on my bed, staring up into the mural on my roof. Mum, Ray and I painted it just before our mum got sick. I stare at the intricate patterns and swirls of the clouds surrounding a magnificent castle protected by a tall fence with a pearly white gate. I imaging mum living in that castle when I'm sad, looking down on us. I had almost 6 years ago since she passed; I was 22 at the time and became Rays legal guardian.
I move around on my bed to get comfortable and accidentally knock my guitar with my foot, sending it tumbling to the floor with a bang and a mixture of random notes. I run to pick it up, panicking and checking to see if there is any damage. I breath a sigh of relief when I fail to find any dents or chips. Wandering back to sit on my bed with the guitar still in my hands I start playing a tune, my fingers lightly strumming an intricate string of notes. I play the latest song I wrote, singing the lyrics in perfect key.
It must have been a few hours before I stopped playing because when I stop it's starting to get dark. I hear my stomach growl and, as if on queue, I hear Ray from downstairs "Jacqueline, give me food!" I only ever get my proper name when she wants something.
"Do you want to go get take away?" I yell back to her.
"Hells yes!" She screams.
5 minutes later we're in the car driving to KFC for dinner. A song by one of those bands Ray likes comes on the radio and she freaks, "OHMYGOD I love this song!" She turns the volume up almost all the way and starts singing as loud as she can, "This is not what it is only baby scars, I need your love like a boy needs his mothers side!"
We pull up to the drive way and I turn the radio down again earning a mouthful of rude complaints from Ray. Ignoring her I order a family meal and drive to the next window to pay and get the food. We sit in the car park stuffing our faces and discussing Ray's band stories.
"Oh my god, Jack," she blurts out, "there is this fan fiction that you just HAVE to read!"
"Uhhh.. Okay," I reply, not knowing how else to respond.
"Trust me!"
As soon as we arrive home Ray runs to her laptop and brings up the last page she was looking at, "Get over here, woman!" I walk over to her as she points to the screen, silently instructing me to read it. Sighing, I sit down next to her and start reading.
Half an hour later I finish reading about Jaime Preciado and his fictional love life with a woman who owns a record store. "Is the only reason you made me read this the record store?" I question my sister, suspiciously.
"Maybe" she replies I narrow my eyes at her, "Yes." I sigh and close the laptop, sending it into hibernation. "You own a record store, maybe one say it'll happen to you!"
"Bed" I say and shaking my head. Ray makes a sound like a dying whale and throws herself out of her seat and upstairs to her room. I turn off all the lights before making my way up behind her.


The next day I wake up early for work, we have a new shipment of records coming in and I needed to have them sorted before I open the shop. I shower and dress, grab a bit of toast off of Rays plate as she makes breakfast, kissing the side of her head as I go, and run out the door to the car. I make it to the store just as the van pulls up.
"Hi, are you Jacqueline Shilling?" The driver asks me. I nod my head and he thrusts a clipboard in my face, "I need you to sign this." I take the clipboard and sign the paper as he starts unloading the van.
10 boxes of new stock. I couldn't contain my excitement, opening the first box, I pull out a record by the Beatles, and then the Smiths, ACDC, Nirvana. I sort them all into genre and alphabetical order and start putting them up on the shelves. I finish 10 minutes before opening. Finding nothing that needs doing I decide to open up early.
The morning is slow, only a few customers trying to pass time, but by lunch the store is busy with new and old customers. "Jack, you got new stock" Ben says when he pays for 2 new records.
"I most certainly did!" I reply smiling. I hand him his bag and receipt, "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"You can bet your ass you will" he says before leaving.
By afternoon the rush of people had died down and only a few people came in, much like it had been that morning. I decided to do a bit of cleaning to pass time and started to sweep the floor and wipe down the counter.
The store is empty when a very handsome man walks in, the first thing I notice is his crazy hair, the second his dimples as he smiles at me. "Afternoon" I say smiling back at him, blushing a bit.
"Hey" he replies before going off to look around. More people come and go while he looks around and I can't help checking him out.
Eventually he comes to the counter with a handful of records. "Whoa, you really want all of these?"
"I definitely do" he laughs. "I love music."
Scanning his pile I notice that he likes the same music as Ray. "My sister likes all these bands" I tell him.
"Oh, how old is she?" He asks.
"17, at that hormonal teenager stage." He laughs.
"Well tell her I approve of her music taste." He says.
"Will do" I smile and hold out my hand, "I'm Jack by the way"
He takes my hand and shakes it, "Jaime."

Notes

This is kind of like an introduction to everything, Jaime doesn't come into the story until the end of the chapter but after that he's always in it.

Enjoy!