Problems with love (Ed Sheeran fan fiction)

chapter two: Never doubt the power of food.

I stared at my wall of posters and nonsense with a look of thought and concentration as I tried long and hard on how to make room for all the new stuff I wanted to add. See, I have this wall on the right hand side of the living room- that is of course you were to walk straight through the door- that I cover with, well anything I want. Almost a meter away from the corner was a window overlooking the view of the lovely busy road of London oh so graciously letting me enjoy the great sounds of London, drunk girls screaming, drunk men fighting, sirens of both ambulances and police cars, ahh the joy, note the sarcasm. The window always got on my nerves as it takes up valuable wall space for posters, but I try and see the bright side of it, after all it faces the front of the building so I always know when my friends or the pizza delivery guy is here. 

At the moment I was holding a bag full of food packets I have been saving for a while now. The obvious question, why? Well I decided that I was going to cut of the front of a favourite food box or packet and stick to my wall, so I could be reminded about my love of food. My love of food wasn't like the normal love affection towards it, it was WAY worse. I could come up with some emotional reason like "Even when all your friends turn their back on you or your parents kick you out, you still have food, because food never leaves you, no matter what." But in reality; I just really, really love food.

This fact often leads people into thinking I'm fat, but I'm actually not. Well, at least that's what my BMI tells me, when you eat as much as I do you tend to develop a obsession on your weight, or at least keep a close eye on it. I'm in the average section however a little over the pin point but, its food so I don't care. Plus it doesn't hurt to go to the gym, I go at least 3 times a week so that helps. 

I was still contemplating on weather or not to move The Big Bang Theory poster when my phone interrupted my thoughts.

"Hello?" I asked

"Hi" A familiar voice responded.

"Rehearsals ended a lot sooner than I thought so do you wanna go grab some food?" 

Ooh, food. That sounded good.

"Yeah sure, where shall I meet you?" 

"KFC, Tottenham Court Road?" Ed asked sounding unsure.

"Meet you there" I quickly replied before hanging up. Immediately abandoning all tasks now that food was in question.

*

I pushed on the glass doors of the KFC expecting to be granted access when instead I was just to be met with my head knocking into the closed door. I looked down to see if the door was locked and if that was the reason I could not go in. But it wasn't, it was unlocked, however I did still find out why I couldn't go in. There printed in big black letters on white paper it read "Pull".

Sighing at myself as I walked in, only this time pulling the door open. Once entered, I stopped in my tracks looking for a familiar face. I spotted him sitting at a table next to the far left wall, he was sporting just a plain black shirt and dark blue jeans, it was august still so no one needed a hoodie. It was only when I noticed that he already had food that I noticed someone was with him. Someone I despised. Elliot John Gleave, or as I like to call him Ellie. Mostly known as 'Example douche bag'. Okay, so its pretty obvious I don't like him, why? Because he's a total jackass, I would list a load of reasons why, but instead of boring you I'll just keep it brief. He acts so...so...so.......stupid. He's just a dickhead, trust me. 

"Hey Ellie"

"Ergh, you" He said once he turned his head noticing who it was. Nice to know he was just as happy as I was.

"You don't always need to be like that" Ed said with a sigh, annoyed with are behaviour. 

"I think we do" I replied, with disgust that I now have to eat a meal with him, and worse sit next to him. This is horrible. It's then that I realize something.