Little Things

Unicorns Aren't Real.

Shoutout to TheRedhairtie for making me a lovely cover for my story:)

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I hear Oasis blasting on the radio as I feel a warm breeze fill my lungs and hit my face, sending wisps of hair flying causing them to tickle my face. I slowly open my eyes and take a moment to try and find out where I am, well of course I’m in a car, except it’s not my mum’s or Lukas’. Of all places, we pull into a McDonalds drive-thru. “So what order do you usually take?” I recognized that voice. It was Cole’s.

 “What the hell?” I ask completely shocked, why was I in his car?

 “That’s exactly what I asked myself when I found you passed out on some sidewalk, so me being the gentleman I am decided to pick you up before some creepy old biker dude covered in gaudy tattoos driving a cheesy Harley did.” Oh well that's embarassing.

 “Is this the part where I thank you and we frolic off into a field of daisies with unicorns, because if that’s what you’re expecting forget it.”

 “Not exactly… Unicorns aren’t real, I was thinking white horses.”

 “Unbelievable.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

 “Okay so the lady’s asking what you want, are you gonna sit there and sulk like most annoying melodramatic teenage girls?”

 “Are you gonna sit there and criticize me like most jerk teenage boys?”

 “Quick to judge aren’t you.”

 “I could say the same about you.”

 He narrows his eyes, pausing to decide whether to continue arguing or to drop it. He sighs in defeat. “Fair enough, what do you want?”

 “A Big Mac and uhmm you can pick whatever drink.”

 “Sounds good. Okay so we’ll have one Big Mac, a Crispy Chicken, and two ice coffees please.” He tells the drive-thru lady.

 “Okay, that’ll be nine dollars total, go straight to the second window.” The lady says in a muffled voice.

 “There you are baby, enjoy your meal.” Says some other lady as we pull up to the second window.

WAIT. Did she just call him baby? That sneaky, inconsiderate, narcissistic, cow headed, egotistical butthead.

Really Katie, butthead. You could do better than that. Okay back on topic. He seemed to have ‘forgotten’ to tell me that he has a girlfriend.

 “Oh hey Melissa,” he winks and brushes some hair out of his eyes.The two of those dimwits were shamelessly flirting right in front of my eyes, I think I might as well gouge my eyes out with the nearest dull object. Breathe Katie, breathe. Why do you even care, he’s just some boy you met at the park today who you’ve known for less than 24hours. It’s not like the boy looks like he’s been sculpted from the hands of Michelangelo himself. I’m in denial aren’t I?

 Dammit.

 “My shift finishes in 10, maybe we could go do something later?” She leans over the counter revealing her cleavage (an area that I wasn’t so gifted in.) and innocently bats her eyelashes. Repulsive.

“Sorry babe, I got a delivery to make.” He winks, pointing to me in the seat next to him. I cannot believe he flirts with his girlfriend, refers to me as an object, and then rejects her.

 She rolls her eyes and smacks on some bubble gum “maybe some other time.” she almost whined.

 “Sure.” His tone suggests he's getting bored with her. He begins to pull out of the drive-thru and onto the highway.