Dysthymia

Salad

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed...

I decided that today I was going to try and look like I cared about what I wore.
I decided to go with another oversized sweater, you can never go wrong with sweaters, but this one was pastel pink which I wore with white tights and brown boots. I was quite the basic white girl sometimes.
The first five periods felt longer than usual. I just wanted to see him. I wondered if he had the same lunch period as me. I'm in C lunch, but I know for a fact that some of the seniors are in D lunch. As I got to the cafeteria, I searched around for him. He was nowhere to be seen.
Sighing, I dropped my stuff off at my usual lone table in the back corner. I have a bit of a thing for back corners.
I got in line and got my food, a cheeseburger, bland french fries and a side salad.
I walked my way over to the condiments bar, and as I reached up at pump some ketchup onto my french fries plate, a tall figure appeared next to me.
Curiously, I glanced up and almost gasped.
It was him.
Act natural, I thought to myself. So I continued to pump the ketchup onto the french fry plate, or so I thought.
"Wow, ketchup on salad. That's a new one." he said.
Horrified, I looked down to realize that my salad now had a heaping pile of ketchup on it.
I looked back up only to find that his eyes met mine directly and my heart started to race. My forehead got hot and I'm sure I was blushing. My hands started to shake a bit, and I thought, oh great. On top of all my 'depression', let me start getting panic attacks too. Because that's all I need.
"Yeah, haha. It's not bad." I said, looking into his eyes.
Don't look away, don't look away, don't look away...
I thought, even thought I got a serious urge to. But then again, I didn't want to look away, ever.
"Hm, I'll have to try that sometime." he said back, and I realized that I loved his voice.
"You really should though." I said, smiling slightly.
Finally, my urge to look away beat my mind telling me not to as I looked back down at my tray.
"See you around." he said cooly.
"Yeah, see ya." I said as he started to walk away.
I stood there dumbfounded for what felt like years.
"Excuse me." a rather rude voice said from behind me, then I remembered I was standing right in front of the condiments bar blocking everyone else.
I slowly found my way back over to my table, where I sat and just replayed what happened over and over again.
A boy talked to me.
Not just any boy, but a really hot one might I add.
I probably weirded him out, I thought. He probably sees me sitting over here by myself right now.
I couldn't stop the giddiness and butterflies that occupied my stomach.
It was a pleasant feeling. I don't experience pleasant feelings a lot.
This is what it feels like then? To have boys talk to you? I'm being crazy. Just because he called me out for putting ketchup on my salad doesn't mean that we're getting married.
But he occupied my mind for the rest of the day. And the day after that.
And I have a feeling that he will occupy my mind for many days to come.

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