Noticeable

Chapter 1

Lately I have been so frustrated with myself, I haven't been feeling normal either. But that's just the thing, what is "normal" and who's to say exactly what the definition is?

Now I am not sure why and or what had happened in order for me to have such a drastic change in my perspectives. All I do know is that I do not like it whatsoever!....

Or do I...?

*A year prior*

Rolling over onto my side, I start to stretch and end up falling out of my bed. Crashing onto the floor, I lay there for a good solid 10 minutes before actually getting up.  

It was December 1st 2012, the day I had met him...

How we met was not your typical romantic scenario.

 It was at McDonalds. 

I know what you're thinking, "What the hell?" or " uhmmm, ok?" . Trust me, I know. 

This was my first job and I had been working there for at least 2 months. It was during my break when we caught glimpse of each other.

 I ordered the usual, which was a side salad with sweet balsamic vinaigrette, a Fruit' n Yogurt parfait, sliced apples, and a Blueberry Pomegranate Vitamin Water. 

Sitting at an empty table, I began to eat. A few minutes go by, and I noticed him come through the door. Which, I guess I noticed everyone who walks through that door, because I just like to look at the people, to see what we would be dealing with at the particular moment.

 Our eyes meet, and he gives me this half cheesy smile. Me, being some insecure freak, quickly puts my head down to be "less noticeable". He goes around the corner, and I feel safe again. 

Exactly 2 minutes and 54 seconds later, he is back, and this time he has a tray with a plain hamburger a root beer, and some fries. 

He sits a table straight across from mine, leaving a table in between. 

I was petrified. 

I was about to get up and leave ( my break was almost over anyways) but as soon as I was about to get up, he asked me a question. 

" So how long you been workin' here"? 

I look up seeing, hoping and praying if there was any possible way he could've been asking someone else. 

He wasn't. 

"About 2 months" came right out of my mouth, Did I just say that? Why did I do that? HOW? I was feeling a bit nauseous, and scared.

 Here's why- growing up I've never had guys just walk up to me and talk. I mean I wouldn't blame them I am an ugly, fat, freak. 

"Cool! Do you like it here"? he asked. I was extremely shocked that he was still there.

Talking to me...

Looking at me.

" Not really but hey, it's a job". I look up and blink at least 4 times, doubting the whole situation. I mean obviously he had to be a figment of my imagination. Or someone paid him to do this. 

He was 5'9, had a marine style hair cut, the shade of a chestnut brown with a dust of blonde. His eyes were an ocean skimmed blue. He had a 5 o' Clock shadow upon his face and was wearing a black hoodie. 

"Yeah I hear ya, I used to work here too. This was my first job."

Looking at him like he has 4 heads, wondering how the hell he has so much confidence in his words to spark up a conversation with a stranger, I lower my head before he realized I was staring.