Unreliable Third, One Night Out

This is it; this is the one, the cute little thing from downstairs. Today is the day. All I have to do is walk up to her and… the boy looks over the girl’s shoulder as she gets her mail.

I can’t do it.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks away.

She wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I’m way too boring. We probably have nothing in common.

Wind whips at his face while he walks to the gym. The girl poking and prodding his subconscious like one of his guildies on a drunken rampage. All that he knows is that she lived on the floor below him and sometimes watches TV loud enough to hear it in the hall. Somewhere in that head full of Mountain Dew and Doritos he sees the perfect mate. Most people would just want to fuck her but all he wants to do is eat dinner with her and maybe show her the song he had been working on that week.

In a fit of what can best be described as frustration he takes to an elliptical machine ignoring the stares of passers by. After spending an hour avoiding mirrors and staring he goes to shower off the salt and stench. The clock in the locker room reads seven thirty; he has time to get some dinner before his raid.

There is always one hot chick working the register at the Taco Bell near the boy’s apartment. He waits in line with everyone else, but she is always boring a hold in his head. Once he saw her joking about him with one of her coworkers. She is nothing like the girl living a floor below him.

“Can I take your order?” the hot chick asks impatiently.

The boy looks at her for a minute, “Um… a number seven, chicken with soft taco, baja blast, cinnamon twists, and potato burrito.”

He checks his bag once he’s given his order, his order was filled correctly but they seemed to mix his order up with someone else’s because there is piece of paper with a phone number and girl’s name. The boy shrugs and heads back to his place to raid in peace.

As he walks past his angel’s apartment he can hear her watching Ruroni Kenshin through the door. The smile on his face disappears as he turns on his monitor, lays out his dinner, and clicks on the WoW icon. Normal friends would try to get their friends to stop such behavior labeling such friends as “shut ins” and forcing these people to go out for drinks or come over to watch movies. His friends aren’t normal; his friends are level 85 champions of the Horde.

One opens a chat window, “Dude, did you ask her out yet?”

“Nah, she’d never be into me,” he types while shoving a burrito in his pie-hole.

“You’re such a pussy. But seriously, all you have to do is ask her out.”

Nothing dropped from bosses in the raid as usual so our boy decides to go back to Taco Bell to mop up his tears in tasty grease. Hot chick is not at the register, she is replaced with douchey guy who sometimes works nights. The boy orders his food as per usual and walks to the pick up area where he notices the girl downstairs. The girl sees him and looks at her feet.

“Um, you live upstairs right?”

“Yeah, I, just wanted some food so…” his voice fades away.

“You wanna come over? We could eat and watch movies,” she sounds far away but is standing next to him.

“Really? You don’t think I’m disgusting?”

“For eating at Taco Bell every day? No, I think you’re pretty hot.”