Am I Too Overwhelming?

11 - My nuggets tasted like fate

   ~Kate's POV~

Y'know what I should've done? I should've bought some food for myself to eat. Usually, I cook for myself and I don't complain. Today is different because I'm feeling especially lazy. I could've gotten myself a breakfast sandwich. Just thinking about the melted cheese atop the eggs and bacon and sausage, with the warm and chewy buns surrounding it along with the side of hash-browns and orange juice..

Jesus, I'm fighting the urge to turn back right now.

    If you haven't noticed, I'm almost like a junkie. I'm not really a junkie, though, I'm a food junkie. You'll rarely catch me not thinking about something to eat. I could have the blankest expression on my face but have the whole Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs movie playing in my head. From memory. All the words, characters names and specific foods are lodged somewhere in my brain. It must be some huge chunk of my brain because food takes up half of my daily thoughts.

       "Finally," I say as I walk up to my doorstep. "I'm home!" I open the door and expect to be greeted by silence. My expectations are correct. Haha, did I bamboozle you? I walk straight into the kitchen and my eyes scan the now open fridge. If I had to pick what I had to eat late-morning, what would I pick..?

Oh, of course! There's only one thing I can pick!

       "Why wouldn't I make pancakes on a late jump-start," I say, preparing the pancake mix. I don't buy the pre-made mix. Nope— I make the mix myself. Usually, I talk to myself when I cook. It's not embarrassing because there's nobody to listen to me speak about food most of the time.

         "WHERE IS THE FLOUR?," I rummage through the kitchen closet looking for a bag of flour. After 3 minutes, I stop looking.

      "I give in! You win, Flour! Show yourself!" I say in defeat. No response. Then again, since when would a bag of flour respond to my calling? It's an inanimate bag of flour! I put away all the mixing bowls and grab a box of Cap'n Crunch. It's gonna be another lazed day, isn't it? I don't have a problem with it— eating sugar straight out of a box, I mean. I jump onto the couch and get myself into the most sluggish position I can think of. I turn on the television and loudly crunch on my cereal. Immediately, my mind goes to yesterday. What was Matt typing for so long?

     Why do I even care so much? I mean, yeah, I was fangirling over him, but why does my heart participate in NASCAR every time I think about him? This never happened before. I was just part of his following. Didn't he say that he didn't mess with females? Did he lie to make the press back off? If he lied, that means that if he gets caught with a girl-- let's say it's me-- then he could get into some serious drama. That's never good news. No matter what I do, I can't see him again. I can ruin his career. I can't help him. My family doesn't have an image. I'm my mothers' only child. I can't ruin someone's career because of  my selfish actions.

  Matthew, we've had our day of fun. I'm not good for you. I wish I could simply go back to seeing you on a screen and hoping that I could one day meet you. Now, Matthew, I would just like to go back to when my life was simple. To when every day was nothing new. To when my cycle was eat, sleep, learn and return. Why, Matthew? Why you of all people?

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Matt's POV <3

    I woke up around 8 this morning because Oogie wanted to take me to the studio. I took a shower, changed into some clothes, and made myself some breakfast. Then, I went off to make some music. Now it's about 12:43 P.M., though. I've finished my job. Oogie took me to a nearby McDonald's to eat some lunch with some of our studio mates, which I am thankful for, because I could use some nuggets right about now.

"What'll it be, little dude?," Oogie asks me. We've been in line for about 2 minutes now.

     "The usual," I answer with a forced smile on my face. Lately, I can't stop thinking about yesterday. My encounter with her. The time I spent with Kate. I told the media I didn't care about girls because all they cared for my was fortune. But..why? Why didn't she even think about letting me pay for her food? Why didn't she freak out when she saw me? Well, I can't say she didn't, but it really wasn't the reaction I was expecting at all. We spent 5 hours together..

Could it have been that special?

        "Matt? Hello, Earth to Matt~" Oogie says, waving his hand in front of my face.

    "Yeah? What," I respond, shaking my head. He looks at my face, almost as if he's examining what I'm thinking about. He straightens himself up and furrows his eyebrows.

   "What's bothering you? Everyone already went to their seats," He starts.

"I think I know what it is. Here, walk with me." He grabs my elbow and pulls me outside.

  "Is it Kate?" The sound of her name makes my heart do a little spin. But why?

     "..It could be," I scratch the back of my neck and turn to face him. Oogie has always been there for me. I don't have any reason to hide anything from him.

   "I knew it. I am truly amazing at reading minds." He grins triumphantly.

  "Yeah, of course. You were staring at me like a lost child." I chuckle and start to walk back. Oogie stops me as I put my hand on the door handle.

  "Matthew," He sighs. I turn back at him and with a confused expression. He rarely calls me Matthew.

He stares at me with a sympathetic look for a while, searching my eyes for an answer to a question I don't know. Then, he smiles.

It's a genuine smile.

"I think you really did it this time, huh?" He mutters under his breath.

"What?" I ask him. I don't think I heard him right. He shakes his head and smiles again. "Nothing. Come on, I'm hungry." He replies, opening the door and stepping back in first.

My nuggets tasted like fate.

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[A/N] WARNING! AUTHOR BEING WHOLESOME!

Hello, this is the author here, of course! I came back after almost a year. Yeah, I've been thinking about my works a lot recently. I didn't touch this fanfic in a while because I didn't think it was good-- but to my surprise, I come back and I see this book is at 2.86k?! HOW?! I HAVE 49 FOLLOWERS, HOW CAN SO MANY PEOPLE LIKE MY WORK?!

I was formally known as PoptHearts. I have now changed my name to my most of social handles. The only difference is that my twitter handle is spookat3 and my instagram handle is staarshoppingg, which is far from spookate! I want to thank you all for the support <3, I didn't expect this one bit. This novel was just a place for me to calm my fangirl moments down. I promise you, if this novel wasn't made, I would have moved to Philadelphia and tracked down the corner store Matthew usually goes to.

I am NOT a stalker, so I won't do that ;)

Thank you all, truly. I wish you all the best of the best with all of my heart.

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FUN FACT: Did you know that I struggled to write the word 'triumphantly?'

-This chapter has not been checked for typos.-