SWEET CHAOS

DAY 2: part two Inspection

Arriving at the restaurant, the smell of grease and French fries flooded the atmosphere of Wacdonal. There I was, Alex Miller, the supreme being of elegance.

-What are we doing here… unpopular boy. I said with a face of disappointment and discouragement,

-We are in the best place in the area, the boy said with a face of joy- and by the way, don't call me “unpopular” boy, call me... Max, I will be your best friend in this long… search for perfection haha. I looked at him with a face of curiosity and told him overwhelmed -yeah, yeah, well unpopular boy… while looking at the place with discouragement.

10 minutes later I already wanted to leave, but I was sitting in front of a burger that probably contained more diseases than the “garbage island” itself.

My friend looked at me as if he were witnessing a moment of vulnerability.

—Hey, are you sure about that? —he asked, pointing at my food with a grimace—. Won't that hurt your beautiful and elegant perfect face? I mean, the grease and the acne… and the pimples are mortal enemies of your... "perfection". He said while eating his fries.

I ignored him completely while taking a perfect bite of the burger. But inside, my brain and my ego were screaming: “help, help… boss look at him, what the hell is he doing? This is 1000 calories of pure fat! He’s going to get fat, he’s going to lose his line, his jaw is going to hide under a layer of rolls, WAKE HIM UP NOW!

I slammed the burger down on the tray, making a dry thud. —Note it down —I told my friend with a terrifying seriousness—. Today it's 100 extra crunches. No, 200. I'm not letting a “burger” destroy my legacy.

A few tables away, hidden behind a black cap and sunglasses that didn't fit the restaurant's vibe at all, a red-haired girl was watching us. She was so focused on us that she hadn't even touched her soda.

-I can't hear anything, what the hell are they doing… she said with a worried face.

My friend, or what I thought he was, who doesn't know when to shut his mouth, stood up and started imitating me, stretching his neck and making a magazine model face. —"Look at me, I'm Alex, I'm perfect, my sweat smells like high-quality perfume" my valuable existence is worth more than the entire continent itself —he said while making ridiculous poses.

The red-haired girl made a face of absolute strangeness behind her glasses. —At least I know the friend is not normal... —she whispered to herself, feeling a bit of relief seeing so much stupidity together and a bit of laughter at the same time.

I, meanwhile, remained overwhelmed, ignoring my friend's show and biting the burger again with a mix of guilt and pleasure, without realizing I had a spy five meters away and worse, without realizing the 1000 calories while my inner ego entered absolute chaos.

Leaving the restaurant, I said goodbye to my friend with a quick gesture. I walked home ignoring two girls who stood whispering when they saw me pass. I was overwhelmed, my mind was a chaos of guilt and self-criticism, but above all, desperation.

The red-haired girl, who followed me from the shadows, stopped at a corner and smiled to herself. —He looks so... normal, ignoring compliments, eating junk food. Finally someone normal after so much time. —She celebrated with a small fist pump before disappearing into a black car.

Walking and arriving at his house, Alex Miller's mask shattered into a thousand pieces. I entered my room, closed the door, and let out a scream that must have been heard all the way to the garden; it seemed like I was hiding all the disaster I thought was happening.

—WHY?! WHY DOES NO ONE LOOK AT ME THE WAY I WANT THEM TO LOOK AT ME?!

I threw myself to the floor and started doing crunches as if my life depended on it. 1, 2, 15, 40... My mother opened the door an inch and sighed with a smile. —Well, it seems we are back with the Alex I know —she commented, while the maids passed behind looking timidly and lustfully at the "young master" sweating on the floor like a crazy person.

--80, 90, 120… I counted while I kept doing crunches like crazy.

Half an hour later, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. I took out my phone to check social media, but the exhaustion was stronger. The phone slipped out of my hands and PUM!, it hit me right in the face on the part of the nose.

—WHYYYYY!!! —I screamed, throwing the pillows to the floor.

__because everything is happening as it shouldn't happen... DAMN IT... I threw my sheet and started fighting with my own room.

Well, well... it seems Alex is a bit sensitive today. Shall we leave him a moment with his drama and go see what our mysterious girl is doing with her “mysterious” life?

TELEPORT US WRITER…

We appear in a luxurious room between steam and foam balls, with gold decorations and... Oh, no! She’s bathing. Red alert… red alert! Get out of here, you peeping toms! Privacy, please!

Time later…

The girl comes out of the bath, drying her red hair with a white towel. She throws herself into her armchair, puts her phone on her chest and sighs looking at the ceiling. —Finally someone normal... —she repeats. With a face of satisfaction.

It seems our guest is satisfied with what she found or what she thought she found, shall we go back to Alex…

In Alex's room

My room is a mess, books on the floor, the sheets scrambled, food on the floor, filled with a “strange” smell. -It seems Alex had a fight with a “boss” but look at him, he fell asleep on his side, with his mouth open and a thread of saliva threatening to fall on the pillow.

Well, it seems our protagonist got tired of... doing whatever he did. Better let him rest and say goodbye to his “terrible” day.

BOM!... it sounded through the whole house as I fell out of bed.

_rrr…. I growled with all my hate.

Oh no, it seems Alex is going to have another round with himself…

PUM! No Alex calm down… not that Alex…

WHY…!