One Way or Another
One Way or Another {i}
“Oh shit,” I muttered, gazing at the huge sea of people right in front of me, “they won’t give me any special treatment here.” I was about to lose hope and decide to head out in a vain search for another nearby establishment when I realized I only have about fifteen minutes before I meet up with the lads at the studio. Liam was already spending tons of time with his girlfriend Erika; Louis and Harry refused to let me accompany them; Zayn went with Perrie, whom I personally don’t go along with very well. Poor me.
I gave it one last try and scanned the place for a vacant seat. Lucky enough, I spotted a girl sitting alone on one table at the farthest end of the room. She looked bored as she chomped on small amounts of her cheeseburger.
She may or may not be with company, but it was worth a shot.
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After the cashier took my order and failed to realize who I was, I walked chin up with my sunglasses on towards the table; before I knew it, she glanced up to me. “What do you want?” Her tone was exasperated; her voice was, however, silvery that I wanted to hear her say something again.
“Pardon me, but is this seat taken?” She first looked around and then turned her attention to me. “Yes,” She made a face, “by my friend, Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-sight.”
I shook my head, embarrassed and slowly made my way through the tables when I heard a “wait,” followed by “sit here” from the same person. A small smile escaped my lips. I walked towards her table, a bit faster this time, and sat in front of the girl with a black Blink-182 shirt.
Awkwardness surrounded us during the first few minutes of my stay; so after a few chomps on my Big Mac and a few fries stuffed on my mouth, I decided that I was sick of it. I stretched out my free hand towards her. “I’m Ni—,” before I was about to introduce myself, I had to mentally kick myself in the arse for suddenly realizing that I should not give out this piece of information right away. What if she was just one of those crazy fangirls disguised as some nonchalant misfit at a sanctified establishment such as McDonald’s? No, I would not want to risk another fit.
I absentmindedly scanned the room when my blue eyes met her agitated ones. I tried to break off the stare by looking down, but her dissatisfaction bothered me. “Ni? You’re Ni?” I felt her raised an eyebrow. I knew I had to say something before she stands up and leave, but really, what was with her that made me care this much? Why do I feel like I should not let her go just yet?
I raised my head to face her, and with all confidence, “I’m Nicholas. Nick, as they call me.” She just gave me a tight smile and reached out for my hand. While she shook it, she added, “Georgette.”
I gave it one last try and scanned the place for a vacant seat. Lucky enough, I spotted a girl sitting alone on one table at the farthest end of the room. She looked bored as she chomped on small amounts of her cheeseburger.
She may or may not be with company, but it was worth a shot.
&&&
After the cashier took my order and failed to realize who I was, I walked chin up with my sunglasses on towards the table; before I knew it, she glanced up to me. “What do you want?” Her tone was exasperated; her voice was, however, silvery that I wanted to hear her say something again.
“Pardon me, but is this seat taken?” She first looked around and then turned her attention to me. “Yes,” She made a face, “by my friend, Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-sight.”
I shook my head, embarrassed and slowly made my way through the tables when I heard a “wait,” followed by “sit here” from the same person. A small smile escaped my lips. I walked towards her table, a bit faster this time, and sat in front of the girl with a black Blink-182 shirt.
Awkwardness surrounded us during the first few minutes of my stay; so after a few chomps on my Big Mac and a few fries stuffed on my mouth, I decided that I was sick of it. I stretched out my free hand towards her. “I’m Ni—,” before I was about to introduce myself, I had to mentally kick myself in the arse for suddenly realizing that I should not give out this piece of information right away. What if she was just one of those crazy fangirls disguised as some nonchalant misfit at a sanctified establishment such as McDonald’s? No, I would not want to risk another fit.
I absentmindedly scanned the room when my blue eyes met her agitated ones. I tried to break off the stare by looking down, but her dissatisfaction bothered me. “Ni? You’re Ni?” I felt her raised an eyebrow. I knew I had to say something before she stands up and leave, but really, what was with her that made me care this much? Why do I feel like I should not let her go just yet?
I raised my head to face her, and with all confidence, “I’m Nicholas. Nick, as they call me.” She just gave me a tight smile and reached out for my hand. While she shook it, she added, “Georgette.”
Notes
Hi, this is my first story to have ever written on this site; I'm still learning how to get used to it, though. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I might put up a new chapter if ya'll liked this one.xx
4/7/13