Post by JESSE ANTHONY KING on May 29, 2009 1:07:36 GMT -5
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[/color][/font]he McDonalds at the Webber Mall was surprisingly empty--except for a man in the farthest corner of the room reading his morning newspaper, neglecting his coffee--which alarmed Jesse. He loved their Big Mac, so much so that he bothered to make the fifteen minute ride in the train every Saturday, instead of having it delivered, to eat their burger in the restaurant amidst the bustering and noisy crowd, then head to the gym to burn off the calories, for four years and now it's suddenly... gone? It may seem odd to others, but truthfully, the reason he made the travel's because he just loved the surrounding at McDonalds; people milling about, tiny thirteen year olds chatting loudly with their friends, bordering on being rude to others, and the employees shuffling in the floor, serving the orders to their respective owners. For as far as he could remember, this particular McDonalds had never ever been, in the history of forever, so deserted until today. In fact, it was so deprived of customers that Jesse started to wonder if it was a crime scene for some gruesome murder or another and he was about to get arrested for trespassing on a sealed vicinity. He half expected a team of police officers to close in on him any second now and poke their gun at Jesse, scaring him so immensely that he should wet his pants and throw his hands up in the air. He had watched enough cop movies to know precisely what to do. Rule number one in the movies say policemen are NOT to be crossed, two is you should always stick your hands up to signal a truce and avoid getting your skull blown off. Waving a white flag works too, but he didn’t wear anything even close to white today so he opted for the first one, should he be confronted by officers. But then there wasn’t really a yellow tape in the front of the entrace or anything signalling the scenario he had in mind for that matter, so maybe, just maybe, he could go in and not get ambushed by patrolmen after all. Jesse smiled.[/color][/font]T
H[/color][/font]e approached the counter slowly; since the place was almost empty, he need not worry about people traffic, which meant he wouldn’t be subjected to the agony of waiting in line. He would be able to satisfy his hungry belly much faster this way too. Jesse’s smile broadened; he was starting to like having less people at the restaurant, perhaps he would start coming earlier, to avoid the long line he normally would have to endure. Once Jesse reached the counter, he was knocked squarely in the face by the smell of a double cheeseburger being made in the kitchen, behind the teenage girl in front of him. His stomach growled violently and he swore he could have jumped from the table and eaten the thing right off the bat if it wouldn’t scare the poor girl into calling security. He wrinkled his nose instead and tried to keep his stomach quiet.[/font] "A Big mac and coke, please and thank you." While the female punched his order into the machine, Jesse reached for the wallet at the back of his jeans and produced a fifty, thrusting it at her swiftly. He drummed his fingers on the counter, playing with a beat from an All American Rejects song, his favorite band, waiting for his change. Jess knew embarassingly nothing about drums or guitar or any other instrument and although there had been numerous times wherein he vowed he would learn to play them to help him with impressing the ladies, he had exuded absolutely no effort at getting educated and so over time, he just gave up thinking about it. He would pester himself no more about it. Besides, his body and baby face was enough to wow the female species anyway, or so he says. Jesse pocketed the left-over money from his fifty dollars and snatched the tray containing his order from her even before it landed on the table, then dived into the nearest seat he could find. He wasted no time in unwrapping the burger and stuffing his face in it, pausing once or twice to get a drink. Damn, it was good.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
TAG;[/color][/font] hayden [:[/color][/font]
WORDCOUNT;[/color][/font] seven hundred and twenty four.[/color][/font]
NOTES;[/color][/font] aw, guy time. isn't that nice. LMAO!
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