This is normal...right?

Noticed

No ones pov:

"AH FUCK IM GONNA BE LATE!"

These are the first words to slip out of Quills* mouth as he checks the time, desperately trying to get everything done as quick as possible, he throws on his clothes and runs downstairs to bump into his housemate** and both of them go flying.

*Quill - Main character
            - age: 27
            - job: postman
            - status: single, slight interest in Cannon
            - hobbies: painting, walking
            - sexuality: pan sexual
            - gender identity: he/they

**housemate - name: Cannon
                  - age: 26
                  - job: chef
                  - status: single, slight interest in Quill
                  - hobbies: reading, cooking
                  - sexuality: gay
                  - gender identity: he/him

"Oh god I'm so sorry Cannon!" Quill exclaims as he hurriedly jumps up and holds his hand out for Cannon to take, grateful for the help he takes Quills hand and quickly rights himself, both blushing slightly from the embarrassment of the situation. 'Oh right I'm late!' Quill thought in his head, 'better get going then' "Q..ll....Qu..il...QUILL!" Quill jumped violently as he was shook from his thoughts, he looked up to see Cannon standing over him slightly waving his hand trying to get his attention, "Ah! Sorry Cannon! I was zoning out...I really have to get going now, look how late I am!" He hastily shoved his phone in his face to show him the time, "Right...you realise this isn't the right time...don't you?" Cannon asked, his voice was still kind of scratchy from his cold causing it to be deeper than usual making Quill blush. What- "huh?! My phone is wrong?" Quill exclaimed in shock, "um yeah, your phone says 8:45 and it's actually 7:45 so...it's kinda an hour off" Cannon said in his couldn't care less but also nervous tone, don't ask how that sounds. 'Hmm well this is good I guess, now I have more time to get ready' Quill thought as he told Cannon he was going upstairs to get dressed properly this time.

He came downstairs about 20 minutes later in a pair of dark blue jeans and no shirt which of course turned Cannon into a living tomato under his fluffy white hair, "Quill! Put a shirt on for g-gods sake..." he said, stuttering on his words a bit, Quill just smirked and said "you see I would...but I can't find it soooooo" he trailed off and shrugged as if to say 'whatcha gonna do about it?' Cannon sighed and started helping him find his work shirt. They found it about 15 minutes later under one of the sofa cushions in the living room, Quill quickly put it on and checked the time again, 8:20. Ok off to work! He waved bye to Cannon as he stepped out the house and started walking to work, his eyes skimming over every detail in case he got a sudden burst of inspiration and had to make a quick sketch, his eyes brushed over you for a split second before he continued walking.

Quill had now arrived at work with a few minutes to spare and went to say hi to his co-workers "Hi guys!" He said with a grin on his face, "How's it going?" The small building was soon filled with smiles and small conversations about what work they had to do today and what papers had to be delivered but Quill couldn't get you off his mind, your hair, your eyes, your skin, your gorgeous smile, everything about you was engraved into Quills memory, "Oi Quill!" A loud voice called out, breaking him from his trance, Quill turned to acknowledge the voice "yeah boss?" He said with a smile in his voice, 'am I in trouble?' He thought worriedly, he can't be right? He hasn't done anything wrong in his opinion- "Get to work!" His boss yelled out, ohhh right, he was still at work...he sort of forgot that, oh well!

This is chapter one of 'This is normal, right?' Hope you enjoyed! I should update at least once a week so please keep reading and don't forget to vote! Thanks for reading! <3