Him For Her.

His Morning.

On purpose, I woke myself up at 6:15 in the morning. I wake up first to get ready for school and stuff every morning, this way I don't have to strain myself while waiting on the others in my house.They take too long, there's four of us in all. But, between my adoptive mother with her makeup, and my little brother barely learning how to pick up the pace in the bathroom... I hate waiting for others, call me impatient... Because I am. I wake up first, so I can take a shower, eat, get dressed, etc. Also, I enjoy the satisfaction of just plain out being ready before either of them even decide to get out of bed.

I got up this morning... I'm tired, but I wouldn't say that's a new thing. I wouldn't call myself a morning person, but I'm not up for whining about it. I'm alright with getting up early after I'm use to it. After a shower, I walk into the kitchen, and I pop a glass up off the little dish lot. The little stand, on the counter, and above the sink. This is where my mom chooses to leave the dishes to dry after handwashing each one of them. Without a second to think first, by habit alone, I turn on the sink, and draw some water into the glass from the faucet. I hate tap water, but a long time ago... My coach told me that along the way to success, you gotta deal with things you aren't going to like, so I start everyday by drinking a glass from the damn tap.

In a little bit, I drink the water I got from the sink, I downed that drink til I saw bottoms up. Afterwards, I walked into the living room to watch 'The Flash' on the DVR, and with me I am carrying nothing more than a box of cereal. I watch the show a few times a week, mostly when I can't find much else to do. I'm not normally a tv kind of guy, but I like the show. Funny thing, Raymond doesn't. He says its stupid, fake, and a waste of time. But, isn't that all television is? Stupid, fake, and it wastes everyone's time? Isn't that the point of the invention? Dear Raymond, don't judge television.

Around 7:20 am, Katelyn gets up, and when she does that the first thing she goes for is Dominic's room. She gets him ready, by this time, I'm out the door, and into my 1970 ford pick up truck.

Driving to school is no sweat for me, I've been driving since I was able to, and I have always enjoyed the freedom of having a car. I'm good and safe and all that... All that stuff that every old person worries about when they look at me. I promise, Ladies, I'm a safe driver. My buddy, though... He's had his license taken away twice now, I have never even been stopped by the law,  but his recklessness is almost impressively stupid.

I got to school around 7:35 am. I left early again which makes it another one of my whoop moments. I have probably another half hour before school starts, I've been looking all about, but I can't see my friend coming in from any direction. He's usually here before I am and he most of the time he is the one sitting where I am. We sit near west side of the Quad that's within the middle of the school. While there are many places that Dennis could possibly be right now, he seems to have made a bit of an interest in this girl that works at the cafe on the corner away from school, which is basically our school's actual lunch cafeteria. Only because everyone chooses to eat there, taking their break off of campus, and either walking or driving down the street for something better than school food. Also, the music is really good in there, a lot of nice rock stuff, and none of the pop barbie doll crap that is all over the radio nowadays.

At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted to walk off campus, only to come back a few minutes after. But, my mind was quickly made when I thought about grabbing a meal that would be better than the cereal box I went for this morning. So, I got up from where I sat and swiftly walked my way to the Sweet Tooth Cafe on the corner to find Dennis.

In about 12 short minutes, I arrived at the parking lot of the diner, and as I opened the door the bell above it rang out to alert employees on duty of another paying customer. I'm sure they have become way used to seeing teenagers walk in the door by now. There wouldn't be much business if we didn't come around, that's the way I see it, there's always people in here from school, and even if they're not... They're still young enough to be my age. As I walk in, instead of finding Dennis right away, I actually managed to have found that girl in there. The one that from my Home Ec class, with the disorder that Dennis nor I could remember the name of. As I see her, I feel kind of like a douche, because I can't seem to remind myself of what her name was. Aubrey? Addison? I don't know. She was in there, talking in a booth with the same people she sat with in class, I'm not sure who the friends are, either. 

But, I guess it wouldn't matter, in the next couple seats over, I got flagged down by Dennis. The idiot was using his usual way of stalking the waitress that stood a few feet away from him... By hiding behind his menu. He waved me over and I walked right by the table that had that same girl from class on it. I tried to keep it casual, I'm not sure why, but at the moment I had the strangest feeling that I didn't want her to see me. Like I didn't want her to know I was even there. I decided to ignore it and look straight ahead. I sat down across from Dennis and that's when he started bugging me about the girl... No, not the waitress, but the girl from Home Ec that I had just passed by. He kept poking and insisting that she was interesting enough to ask out. I had no clue what to really say about it, though. She didn't seem like she was the type to really bother to me, let alone be bothered by Dennis.
Him: "Its that girl!"
Me: "Yep."
Him: "Did you talk to her?"
Me: "No. I just walked in."
Him: "You think they're busy over there?"
Me: "They're just talking, Denny."
Him: "I suppose so. Do you think it would be awkward if I walked over?"
Me: "You're in here everyday, Dennis. I doubt that they would care."
Him: "True."
After that, he began hyping himself up, he kept saying he was going to talk to her, but when the moment came that he was walking over... He kept walking straight and ended up leaving the diner entirely. With me walking behind him soon enough afterward. The rest of them continued their conversation as we walked by. Once we got outside, Dennis told me in plain terms that he lost his nerve, and almost peed himself. We had paused before walking back up towards the school, but before we did we both saw that the three of them were on their way out as well. She, Dennis, and I seemed to be the only ones of the three of them that had made eye contact. And, when we did, Dennis slipped out a weak, and croaky sounding 'Hello."

She turned towards us and waved with a gentle smile as she walked out.
"She's just an experiment waiting to happen..." Dennis remarked. I thought that last comment was stupid. I mean, not trying to be rude, but if she's had this disorder or disease or whatever it is for so many years and it has a name... Its already been experimented on, talked about, and diagnosed.

The school bell rang at 8:00 and our first period was all the way across campus. We weren't going to make the time, but who cares I'm never on time anyway.