One depressed emo kid who ironically loves his happy meals.
One skater girl who loves her pinks and orange juice boxes.
They couldn't be more alike but they wouldn't know that cause they couldn't be more different when they first meet.
The beginnin...
I tapped my feet against the floor to the rhythm of an MCR song while I waited for my turn at the cash register.
I had been waiting at this outlet of McDonald's for the past 18 minutes which is 6 My Chemical Romance songs long. Sure that might not be so long for a lot of people but for a person with a relapsing anger issue, it's torture!
The employee at the cash register was probably the proud holder of an IQ less than a peanut. She was constantly messing up the orders, giving out her number to nearly everyone in the queue! I swear she even gave it to a married old lady! She kept yapping over her headset to the other employees and was basically doing cartwheels on my last nerve!
I only had 4 people in front of me and I was still in control of my anger, which meant that music therapy was working.
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After Miss Tiny Brain at the counter gave a vegan-who had been telling her that she was a vegan since her order started 4 minutes ago- a 'Chicken' Caeser Salad. It was finally my turn.
"Heyy-Loww Mr. Hot stuff" Tiny Brain tried flirting obnoxiously.
I ignored her purposely and started reciting my well-awaited order.
"A Happy Meal with Nuggets and chocolate milk." I said in a monotone.
I noticed her slight irritation and added, "You get my order right and I might just give you my number." I winked for more effect.
This made her put on a smile and go about actually doing her job. What a desperate chick! I moved aside to the pickup counter and waited for my food. I removed my earphones because I didn't need to control my anger anymore.
I couldn't help notice the girl behind me, She had purple highlights in her hair and black ray ban glasses on her face. She was wearing a white crop top that had small strokes of salmon, turquoise, bright yellow and lavender with a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and black classic converse. She had a few fake tattoos on her arm and her skateboard was propped against the counter table.
It was hard not to notice her, I mean she looked like a walking highlighter!
"I'd like a happy meal with a beef burger and orange juice please."
Orange juice? Bleh! "Aren't you a bit too old to have a Happy meal? Would you like a toy for 3-year-olds with it?" Ms. Tiny Brain asked Ms. Walking Highlighter.
As much as I despised orange juice I had to step in because I was a fellow happy meal lover myself and if Ms. Tiny Brain over there had no problem in giving me a happy meal then she shouldn't have a problem in giving one to a girl my age.
"You can never be too old to enjoy a good happy meal" I defended her. The cashier secretly known as Tiny Brain looked taken aback by my answer and shut her overflowing sewage of a mouth.
