My convulsing forehead relaxed as I implanted it on the frosty glass, and my bloodshot eyes had the futile task of staying open. Thankfully, the sublime songs of SpongeBob allowed for a charismatic smirk to emerge brightly from my lips. The sweet kiss of sleep approached me like a static shock. A blur of the piercing neon lights whizzed by me, which was imprinted in my drowsy mind. The meandering, mangled road only started to increase with a crescendo of cracks until the bus fizzed to a halt, and the sudden stop caused a surge of energy to trickle in my body. I had finally arrived.
It lumbered over me. It flashed with such jaw dropping beauty. It was the jewel of this morose town. I was talking about, of course, the chicken shop. Inspired and amazed, drooling and peckish, I entered rapidly. Unfortunately, my gleaming eyes, which was hooked onto the cheap deals displayed elegantly, was rudely interrupted by someone admiring me. As I eagerly ordered, they sheepishly confronted me to the point I couldn't slyly ignore them! "H-hey," they chirped bashfully. Instantaneously, my expression turned to stone as if the process of sedimentation occurred in that very chicken shop, "yo," I replied dryly, clearly aggravated, "what is it?" I retorted.
"I was looking at you an uh was wondering if I could get your sna-"
"I have a girlfriend. Go away." I hissed without a second thought.
"I feel a connection, she doesn't have to know!" They despairingly yelled. A yell which echoed in the paradise I was in.
Again, my charismatic smiles emerged as I tepidly closed the proximity between us. I leaned on the counter and they were cornered like a boxer against the ropes. Flushed and embarrassed their eyes hovered shut as they protruded their lips and head towards mine (which was glazed with strawberry lip balm). I fished the change in my pocket and sprinkled them onto the counter with each coin resounding on the greasy surface as the Bossman delicately passed the succulent and delectable fried chicken that made my salivary glands release an increased amount of carbohydrase.
As I left with the treasure in my clutches I couldn't help but feel the resounding words my bald dad preached to me those many years ago, repeating in my head like a broken record player. It stated: "Y/N cheating is haram, don't be a wallad and be unfaithful. Now shine my head, I want it so polished it can be seen via google satellite." Smirking, I couldn't help but gaze upon my precious cargo and I noticed something. Bossman generously added an extra wing, I merrily shot my head back and grinned. Today was a good day.
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