It has been 4 days here in Newcastle and my first day at university is today. I pulled my hair up into a bun and began the insanely difficult task of making cereal ,but what surprise do I encounter? NO MILK. I blame Celine to be honest , it was her day to be groceries , but I plucked up the courage , put uggs on and journeyed forth... to the convenience store downstairs.
To the diary aisle I went , have you ever noticed how many choices we have as consumers ? I went for the clichéd choice of wiseman milk , this was all new territory for me , long gone are the days of woolworths , clover and dairy belle. Before I checked out , I identified with scruffy teenage boy in boxers and a hoody , incidentally , buying milk. I felt like I was not alone in my daily dairy struggles , not to mention he was a little on the hot side with soft light green eyes and hazelnut brown hair. I averted my eyes quickly once I realised how creepy I must look staring at him like a sick puppy and made my way to the elevator and fatefully so did boxer boy.
As I got in , the thought occurred to me, everyday people go into elevators and share two minutes of their lives in close confinement , with a person they may never see again... the world works in truly strange ways. After about literally two seconds a husky voice spoke
"what floor miss?" he said
wow that was rather gentlemanly and unexpected
"uhh, 4 please" I said rather hastily
he moved forward and pressed every single button from 1 to 10 , how immature?
"what did you do that for ? are you ?" I said
I couldn't help but bring out my snarky side , besides , I was already late.
A cheeky grin reached his ears and he didn't hesitate but respond to me equally as snarky
"what are you , 50? live a little"
so much for my lovely british gentleman theory
"I take it you do this often , what floor are you on anyway?" I inquired quizzically
"wouldn't you like to know?" Boxer boy said with a tinge of arrogance
I was so done with conceited boys , grow up?
My quickly rising temper showed when I said " yeah actually , I would , so I can avoid it at all costs"
He looked a bit surprised an remained silent. Hot boys are only hot until they open their mouths.
once we reached the fourth floor , I hurriedly stepped out , without so much as a glance ( I was very proud of myself) but my attitude quickly changed when aloof boxer boy stepped out as well , fumbled with his keys , opened up the door down the hall and had the last word
"see you around then , miss" he said , before disappearing into the depths of his probably vile surroundings.
^^
hope you enjoyed meeting the hot jerk known as boxer boy , next up the first day of university
