The Confusing Chronicles of Kim Mesa

Chapter 2: Getttin' The Big McD

~ Disclaimer: We do not own McDonald's, McNuggets, Disney or its various rides, Summertime Sadness or its remixes, The Angeles Academy, Smart cars, or 1959 Henry Kilowatt cars. ~

Kim's POV

As I was operating my blue smart car, I realized I forgot to nibble on some breakfast. I figured I still had an ample amount of time to get some breakfast before going to The Angeles Academy. I drove along for a while, passing a couple diners and gas stations, but nothing that caught my eye. I saw a billboard sign for McDonald's on the side of the highway so I decided to go get some breakfast there. There was no available space for me to park my car, so I double-parked. I walked up the pavement, my heels clicking against it. I pulled open the door with a strong heave, a blast of greasy smelling air rushing into my face. I walked in, determined to look fabulous and made sure to use a model-like walk. Yet, somehow, I managed to overlook a McNugget or something on the floor, because I slipped and fell to the floor with a thud. Ouch. I heard someone scream, but perhaps it was myself. My head felt cloudy, and I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I couldn't even move. I couldn't even see or hear anymore. Everything began fading to black.

When I started to regain consciousness, I saw a man. Although I still felt dizzier than a baby on the spinning tea-cups at Disney, the man instantly got my attention. He was looking down at me, and I quickly looked at his name-tag, which read "Fernando" and, boy, was he handsome. He had curly black hair, a perfect smile, and blue eyes. He was tall, lean and had perfect olive skin, sun-kissed just enough to perfection. "What happened?" I said, with a bit fake confusion to throw some innocence into my persona. "Well you blacked out for a minute," he responded, taking my outstretched hand and helping me up, "but, um, are you going to order anything?"

"How long have you been working here?"

"What?

"How old are you?".

"Why are you curling you hair and staring at me like that?"

"Hmm? Nothing. May I order something?" So he told me to go wait on line to order and so I did.

When it was my turn to order, I was very flustered. Between all the choices and Fernando looking at me, I couldn't decide. Fernando suggested that I should order a Strawberry Smoothie and I did. Something told me to order something else so I said, " I'll also have a Breakfast Burrito with some Big McD." I looked down near his legs when I said "Big McD" Fernando responded with, "Do you mean a Big Mac?" He didn't seem to understand my reference. So I just ordered the burrito and a smoothie. When he gave me my breakfast, I reached over the counter and smacked his ass with enough strength to get his attention, but not enough to cause a scene. He smiled, seeming to enjoy it. I winked and giggled, quickly jotting down my number on his arm, much to the dislike of the patron waiting to order behind me. I tried to make a fabulous exit, but I tripped over a burger wrapper, catching myself this time.

I went back on the highway and started driving to work. Some time passed and I started to get bored, so I decided to turn on the radio. A remix version of Summertime Sadness was on. Both Raul and Fernando started to pop into my mind when listening to the song. Does Fernando even like me? Will he even call me? Was it just an act? Am I not good enough? How does Raul really feel? Is there a future there? Was there ever even a spark? Have I ever even felt a spark? They were both so hunky, manly, sexy, cute, dreamy, strong, and... everything I could ever want. and I got so distracted that I almost crashed into Linda's (Linda was a teacher I had some.. complicated relationships with.) 1959 Henny Kilowatt car. I didn't even realize I had arrived.

I gathered my things, questions still popping around my head like firecrackers on the Fourth of July. And not the cheap ones, the really expensive ones with the intricate explosions, similar to the intricate and puzzling questions that stumped me on the right way to move regarding my love life. I shook myself in my seat, determined to calm myself. "Get it together, Kim," I said. I knew Georgia would never have to deal with this. Stupid Georgia. I parked my car in my assigned spot, and gathered my bag and assignment plan. Trying to push Raul, Fernando, and the catchy song out of my mind, I got out of the car and started to head for the building while eating my breakfast burrito, without the McD.