Oh my God! ^___^

~ 5 years ago ~

I worked at the local ShopRite that summer as a cashier. I hated it. The only thing I looked forward to was the fact that there was this abso-fucking-lutely adorable boy that worked there, bringing in carts and sometimes bagging. He reminded me of someone I knew once, but was much too young to be him. He was kind of punk, with this longish hair that he molded into spikes that drooped over his eyes, the tips dyed blue. So, yeah, I crushed hard on him, but like I said, he was young and far too cute for me to even consider talking to him.

~ today ~

Guy who sits next to me has been out for the last couple of weeks, sick. I was afraid he had dropped the class, but nope, showed up today. I very much enjoy his company. He's very nice, always smiling and quite soft spoken. He has black hair in a buzz cut and these amazing blue eyes and he's fantastic at making textures. I've quite missed his being around.

So anyway, he comes in wearing... dun dun duuunnnnn... a ShopRite uniform. We talk a little, him telling me about how he's been sick and commenting on school work and the like, and I ask him what ShopRite he works at. He says it's the one up the road. I'm all, "I used to work there, what do you do?" He says he's a cashier, but he's been moved around a lot. I ask him how long he's been working there and he says 5 years. So I'm all, "ooh, I was there five years ago, what did you do then?" He says some initials that I don't understand and I'm all, "I don't know what that means." So he explains that he used to bring in the carts. And I'm like, *shrug* still no idea who you are. And then he says "People remember me by my hair. It was in blue spikes..."

*jaw drops*

So, yeah. ^_______^ Wow. What are the odds? Can I reiterate my whole fate thing? ...that I don't believe I mentioned here, but go with me on this.

Oh my God! ^___^

~ 5 years ago ~

I worked at the local ShopRite that summer as a cashier. I hated it. The only thing I looked forward to was the fact that there was this abso-fucking-lutely adorable boy that worked there, bringing in carts and sometimes bagging. He reminded me of someone I knew once, but was much too young to be him. He was kind of punk, with this longish hair that he molded into spikes that drooped over his eyes, the tips dyed blue. So, yeah, I crushed hard on him, but like I said, he was young and far too cute for me to even consider talking to him.

~ today ~

Guy who sits next to me has been out for the last couple of weeks, sick. I was afraid he had dropped the class, but nope, showed up today. I very much enjoy his company. He's very nice, always smiling and quite soft spoken. He has black hair in a buzz cut and these amazing blue eyes and he's fantastic at making textures. I've quite missed his being around.

So anyway, he comes in wearing... dun dun duuunnnnn... a ShopRite uniform. We talk a little, him telling me about how he's been sick and commenting on school work and the like, and I ask him what ShopRite he works at. He says it's the one up the road. I'm all, "I used to work there, what do you do?" He says he's a cashier, but he's been moved around a lot. I ask him how long he's been working there and he says 5 years. So I'm all, "ooh, I was there five years ago, what did you do then?" He says some initials that I don't understand and I'm all, "I don't know what that means." So he explains that he used to bring in the carts. And I'm like, *shrug* still no idea who you are. And then he says "People remember me by my hair. It was in blue spikes..."

*jaw drops*

So, yeah. ^_______^ Wow. What are the odds? Can I reiterate my whole fate thing? ...that I don't believe I mentioned here, but go with me on this.