Britt Reid
Library Editor
~BBW, Romance, ~SWG - A summer job becomes expansive with a resident FA
Kathryn was a typical girl. She was eighteen, blonde, and about 5’6’’. She was average-weight as well, at somewhere around 130 to 135 lbs. on what she considered good and bad days respectively. She had once been heavier but lost 30 pounds, hoping it would help her status, but she never saw much of a difference. She lived in the suburbs, had enough friends, and got decent grades. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but wasn’t really looking for one, either, though sometimes she was a little lonely.
It was summer preceding her last year of high school. Most of her good friends were away at various camps (Sally), off on trips (Robin) or taking classes (Leslie). Her mother had no money for camps or trips but having good grades Katie didn’t need additional classes either. As a result she had decided to work – managing to snag a job at the snack bar of her local swimming pool club.
Unfortunately she had yet to receive her schedule, As a result she began summer on hold and bored. She was at home, sitting on her couch watching Scrubs. A commercial came on, advertising Pizza Hut. She realized she was hungry, so she got up, switched the TV off, and walked into the garage, where her bike was. She hopped on, pressed the garage switch, and pedaled off. The change in temperature was welcome; she had been kind of cold indoors, and now the warm air rushing past her thighs, slightly exposed under her short shorts, was very nice.
After a few minutes of biking in the summer heat, she was sweating, and her pink tank top clung to her sides and her breasts. She pulled into the parking lot of the local pizza parlor and walked in. There were some other teens there, talking amongst themselves, mainly friends but a few young couples. She smiled at a friend, who didn’t see her, then walked to the counter.
“Hey. I’d like a slice of Hawaiian pizza, please, and a Diet Coke.”
The cashier rang it up. “That’ll be five forty-two.”
She paid, took a card that the man gave her with the number 21, and found a clean single table.
A couple of minutes later the man walked up and put down a Diet Coke and the pizza. She thanked him as he was already walking away, then looked down. They had given her a full medium pizza instead of just a slice. She considered telling them, but after digging around for the receipt, found she’d been charged only for the slice.
“Oh well, then, that’s their problem… I’ll take the extra home,” she thought. It had been some time since she’d had multiple pieces of pizza and inside she had a craving.
As she was thinking about the pizza a group of guys from her school walked in. She took a bite of the pizza, and looking closer at them, recognizing all three. . They were Aaron, Tyler, and Matt. They ordered and sat down. Although Tyler was rather unremarkable, both Aaron and Matt caught her eye. Aaron was probably 5’10’’, had brown hair and green eyes, was tan, muscled but lean, and had a nice smile. Matt had lighter hair, a football player’s build, and had blue eyes.
They both were pretty cute, she thought, even though she also knew Matt had a girlfriend - one of the vacuous girls that chased after popular guys like him. Aaron however was single and unspoken for. He wasn’t as popular as Matt, but they were still friends. He had been in her English class as well, and was very intelligent. Kathryn liked smart boys, but for some reason they’d never really communicated.
As she ate, she knew there was a reason. She at times wondered what it must be like to have a boyfriend but discouraged relationships. She didn’t like the idea from what she considered a normal high school perspective, where kids rarely lasted more than a couple of months together. She wasn’t sure how deeply an emotional connection could be formed with all of the drama and gossip that went on.
Her dream was of a boy who was good looking and cool, but also had eyes for more than just a hot blonde girl. She wanted romance, and commitment. In her mind, a male voice was whispering something loving to her in her ear… She turned to look. Her imagination decided that it was Matt, which made her feel guilty, but the image changed, to Aaron, who she was looking at… and who she realized was looking at her.
She looked down quickly.
The next thing she noticed was that her entire pizza was gone. She stared, amazed. She must have eaten it while daydreaming. How many calories were in that thing anyways? It wasn’t just a personal pizza, but a medium one with six slices, and she had eaten them all. She sighed. At least it had tasted good. She picked up the plate and her Diet Coke, which was only half-empty, and tossed the former in the trash before leaving the air-conditioned restaurant, avoiding the gaze of the boys.
“Horrible!” she thought. She hated it when people noticed she was looking at them, and she must have looked like such a pig then, eating a whole pizza all by herself. She felt bloated as she got on her bike. She tossed her drink in an outdoor bin and then pedaled home.
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Aaron sat back in his chair at the pizza parlor, pressing himself into the red leather of the booth with his feet against the table leg.
“Hey that’s my leg!” Tyler said, kicking him on the shin under the table.
“Sorry, man.” he apologized. Tyler really was kind of a jerk sometimes. He couldn’t really afford to be, Aaron thought, considering his zits, terrible glasses, and unpopularity. That was cool with Aaron though, who just looked for the real table leg before continuing his stretch. Matt had called and asked if he wanted to go somewhere for lunch after Aaron’s morning shift at the local pool club, and he’d accepted. He’d expected Tyler there as well, since Matt and Tyler were friends. Aaron thought ther relationship was like a book, where a basically unpopular nerd was best friends with the class king… except without the redeeming part of Tyler being smart enough to be a nerd.
Aaron smiled, he had his attention elsewhere..
“Dude, did you see the look on Ashley’s face when I got the basket last night?” asked Tyler.
“Uh, no… I was busy wondering how you actually got the ball in,” replied Matt. It was true. Tyler was on the summer team, but really shouldn’t have been. If anyone else had wanted to spend their time that way, he wouldn’t have made it, but the school had run out of jocks for the summer.
“Come on, man, you suck. That shot was crazy! She like shot up in her seat, and…”
Aaron smiled, and stirred his lemonade. He wasn’t hungry, and hadn’t ordered pizza. As he sipped, he was noticing out of the corner of his eye that a girl in a one-person table near him was looking at him. He didn’t look back, but kept her in his peripheral view. She could watch if she wanted, he was down with that. He moved his eyes quickly across her to Matt, to his right, to catch who she was. It was Kathryn, from his English class. She was pretty, he thought. Nice sort of dirty blonde hair, curled now in the humidity, a sweet smile ..… and packing away what looked like an entire pizza.
“Aaron!” Tyler said impatiently.
“What?” He had totally spaced out.
“Did you see her face?”
Aaron sighed, and stirred his lemonade while reminding Tyler that he hadn’t been able to make the game, that he’d been working at the snack bar. He knew nothing about Ashley or her opinions of Tyler’s basket and didn’t care.
He sipped and looked out the window, looking again at Kathryn with a peripheral glance. He let Matt and Tyler talk… Others were used to him being pretty quiet, and he liked to observe. Kathryn was still looking at him, and he smiled inwardly. She lifted a another slice of pizza to her mouth, and bit into it absent-mindedly. Aaron realized that his observation was correct - Kathryn was eating a whole pizza. His eyes drifted unwittingly to her plate, which was almost empty, and then her eyes.
Rats! He looked back out the window, but caught her looking down, embarrassed. She’d noticed. Aaron hated embarrassing other people... but at the same time, he felt sort of excited. If there was a girl he would choose to like in school, it was probably someone like Katie, as everyone called her. Her looking embarrassed confirmed that she had been eyeing him, and it made him feel good. But now she stood up and left. Aaron slumped back, finished the rest of his lemonade, and the friends continued to talk.
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Aaron got home at around two in the afternoon. He walked into his room, and lay down on his bed, thinking of Kathryn, and also her pizza. Although still in the closet Aaron knew that was an FA, meaning, he liked fat girls. Any girl could be pretty, but they really turned him on if they were a little bigger than normal – or getting bigger without complaining about it.. The problem for him was that every girl at his relatively small high school was definitely not up to this description, due mainly to the flash dieting which occasionally was targeted unsuccessfully by a girls’ seminar each year.
The picture of Kathryn, alone, with a nearly empty box of pizza had really turned him on… He wondered why she’d ordered something that big. He closed his eyes, imagining her eating the whole thing by herself, what her belly would have looked like under that pink tank top…
He stopped, shook his head, and vaulted off of his bed, before opening his laptop and sitting in his blue swivel chair. He entered his password, which he was proud nobody knew, and clicked out of various Dimensions posts which made him feel more relieved that nobody knew the password.
He powered up AIM. Kathryn was on. He considered waiting to see if she IM’ed him, but decided against it…she was probably embarrassed about earlier today. He knew girls did that. He smiled, and double clicked her name. Why not just say hi?
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Kathryn had gotten home and regretted throwing away her Diet Coke. She was thirsty after that whole pizza… even though the thought of having eaten it all made her feel slightly guilty. She felt she’d sabotaged herself. She opened the fridge. There was no Diet Coke left. She took a 2-liter bottle of the regular stuff and poured herself a tall glass. Drinks didn’t make her feel fat, and she wanted one right now, not caring all that much about whether or not it had sugar. The phone rang, and she picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is Kathryn there?”
“Oh, I’m Katie… Who’s calling, please?”
“This is Chef Cole, from the Kingfisher Club. I’m calling to say that you’ve been scheduled tomorrow. You said you were free then?”
“Yes… I’m free then.”
“Okay, great! You have the morning shift, from seven to noon. Normally it would be longer, but the club meets haven’t started yet and we don’t need as many people. Can you make that?”
“Of course. I’ll be there at seven.”
“Great! See you there.”
Kathryn was glad to finally have her job scheduled. It would alleviate some of the boredom of the summer, and prevent her from running into as many awkward moments with boys she knew: she thought the snack bar was visited mainly by small children… She used to go. She went up into her room, and turned on her computer. She went to Govteen in one window and opened her instant messenger hybrid in the next.
After a while of talking on forums, she went down to get another coke, and then came up again. She still felt bloated from the pizza, and the stairs made her a bit queasy. When she looked at her computer, there was an instant messenger window open.
Kathryn leaned back in her chair, and breathed in deeply. The extra air hurt her expanded stomach so she let it out again. Not only was she going to see Aaron tomorrow, she was working in the same place as him, and was going to interact with him constantly.
The thought occurred to her that it might not be so bad. After all, he hadn’t said anything about seeing her in the pizzeria, even though he definitely had. Maybe he hadn’t noticed the gluttony? That would be nice. He was cute, after all, and she didn’t want to…
She shook her head. She didn’t usually think of boys like this. He was cute, that much she allowed herself, but whether or not he was into her, she didn’t care. Or did she? She sighed and thought of him. He was… okay, he was very attractive, and intelligent. But she didn’t know much about him… He was so quiet, and in class his answers were usually to the point. He didn’t chat much online, either, as far as she knew.
“Then why was he just online?” she thought.
For the two years she had known Aaron, he’d been online maybe three times that she knew of… and he’d never talked to her. She’d had his address by osmosis…but he’d known (or was it found?) her screen name, and then talked to her. Maybe he really was into her?
Kathryn smiled.
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Aaron danced around his room listening to some music from the group Tool, very loud. It was his favorite band and fit the moment, because he was very excited for the next day. It’s not often that you get to work with, he admitted it, someone he was beginning to like. Katie was definitely nervous; she’d left suddenly and had taken a while to answer in the first place… though it was possible that he was overanalyzing the situation. Either way, he was looking forward to the next morning.
As much as he hated himself for thinking it, it was easy to eat a lot working at the snack bar, and he doubted Katie would be an exception. Images of her with ice-cream crept into his mind… but he pushed them out. He didn’t like thinking of girls like that. If he was going to like someone it wasn’t because of how they looked.
Though he had to admit… that the daydream did look pretty good. He went to his laptop and tapped into Facebook, then logged onto to his friend’s account, who’d given him his password, and entered “Kathryn Jacobson” into the search box. She appeared. He clicked View Pictures of Kathryn (268), and scrolled through. There were so many pictures…he would never put this many online, but he was fine if she did. He clicked through for a while, before he realized that he was getting aroused. He minimized the window.
“No. This is wrong,” he thought. He shook his head. She’s not even big, he was just hoping based on one snack. He shook his head again. He didn’t think of girls like this. He maximized the window and looked at her profile. She had nice music taste… She liked Tool, the Mars Volta, Static-X, and a bunch of others he also liked. She had a quote of Kafka mixed into the AIM conversations with her friends… She had a couple of insightful notes which she used like blog posts.
“That’s more like it,” he said quietly. Aaron smiled. He could feel better about liking her if he knew her just a little better… And he’d get to know her a lot better the next day.
Kathryn
By Marcie
(Original abandoned on Curvage with note inviting someone else to finish it)
IntroductionBy Marcie
(Original abandoned on Curvage with note inviting someone else to finish it)
Kathryn was a typical girl. She was eighteen, blonde, and about 5’6’’. She was average-weight as well, at somewhere around 130 to 135 lbs. on what she considered good and bad days respectively. She had once been heavier but lost 30 pounds, hoping it would help her status, but she never saw much of a difference. She lived in the suburbs, had enough friends, and got decent grades. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but wasn’t really looking for one, either, though sometimes she was a little lonely.
It was summer preceding her last year of high school. Most of her good friends were away at various camps (Sally), off on trips (Robin) or taking classes (Leslie). Her mother had no money for camps or trips but having good grades Katie didn’t need additional classes either. As a result she had decided to work – managing to snag a job at the snack bar of her local swimming pool club.
Unfortunately she had yet to receive her schedule, As a result she began summer on hold and bored. She was at home, sitting on her couch watching Scrubs. A commercial came on, advertising Pizza Hut. She realized she was hungry, so she got up, switched the TV off, and walked into the garage, where her bike was. She hopped on, pressed the garage switch, and pedaled off. The change in temperature was welcome; she had been kind of cold indoors, and now the warm air rushing past her thighs, slightly exposed under her short shorts, was very nice.
After a few minutes of biking in the summer heat, she was sweating, and her pink tank top clung to her sides and her breasts. She pulled into the parking lot of the local pizza parlor and walked in. There were some other teens there, talking amongst themselves, mainly friends but a few young couples. She smiled at a friend, who didn’t see her, then walked to the counter.
“Hey. I’d like a slice of Hawaiian pizza, please, and a Diet Coke.”
The cashier rang it up. “That’ll be five forty-two.”
She paid, took a card that the man gave her with the number 21, and found a clean single table.
A couple of minutes later the man walked up and put down a Diet Coke and the pizza. She thanked him as he was already walking away, then looked down. They had given her a full medium pizza instead of just a slice. She considered telling them, but after digging around for the receipt, found she’d been charged only for the slice.
“Oh well, then, that’s their problem… I’ll take the extra home,” she thought. It had been some time since she’d had multiple pieces of pizza and inside she had a craving.
As she was thinking about the pizza a group of guys from her school walked in. She took a bite of the pizza, and looking closer at them, recognizing all three. . They were Aaron, Tyler, and Matt. They ordered and sat down. Although Tyler was rather unremarkable, both Aaron and Matt caught her eye. Aaron was probably 5’10’’, had brown hair and green eyes, was tan, muscled but lean, and had a nice smile. Matt had lighter hair, a football player’s build, and had blue eyes.
They both were pretty cute, she thought, even though she also knew Matt had a girlfriend - one of the vacuous girls that chased after popular guys like him. Aaron however was single and unspoken for. He wasn’t as popular as Matt, but they were still friends. He had been in her English class as well, and was very intelligent. Kathryn liked smart boys, but for some reason they’d never really communicated.
As she ate, she knew there was a reason. She at times wondered what it must be like to have a boyfriend but discouraged relationships. She didn’t like the idea from what she considered a normal high school perspective, where kids rarely lasted more than a couple of months together. She wasn’t sure how deeply an emotional connection could be formed with all of the drama and gossip that went on.
Her dream was of a boy who was good looking and cool, but also had eyes for more than just a hot blonde girl. She wanted romance, and commitment. In her mind, a male voice was whispering something loving to her in her ear… She turned to look. Her imagination decided that it was Matt, which made her feel guilty, but the image changed, to Aaron, who she was looking at… and who she realized was looking at her.
She looked down quickly.
The next thing she noticed was that her entire pizza was gone. She stared, amazed. She must have eaten it while daydreaming. How many calories were in that thing anyways? It wasn’t just a personal pizza, but a medium one with six slices, and she had eaten them all. She sighed. At least it had tasted good. She picked up the plate and her Diet Coke, which was only half-empty, and tossed the former in the trash before leaving the air-conditioned restaurant, avoiding the gaze of the boys.
“Horrible!” she thought. She hated it when people noticed she was looking at them, and she must have looked like such a pig then, eating a whole pizza all by herself. She felt bloated as she got on her bike. She tossed her drink in an outdoor bin and then pedaled home.
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Aaron sat back in his chair at the pizza parlor, pressing himself into the red leather of the booth with his feet against the table leg.
“Hey that’s my leg!” Tyler said, kicking him on the shin under the table.
“Sorry, man.” he apologized. Tyler really was kind of a jerk sometimes. He couldn’t really afford to be, Aaron thought, considering his zits, terrible glasses, and unpopularity. That was cool with Aaron though, who just looked for the real table leg before continuing his stretch. Matt had called and asked if he wanted to go somewhere for lunch after Aaron’s morning shift at the local pool club, and he’d accepted. He’d expected Tyler there as well, since Matt and Tyler were friends. Aaron thought ther relationship was like a book, where a basically unpopular nerd was best friends with the class king… except without the redeeming part of Tyler being smart enough to be a nerd.
Aaron smiled, he had his attention elsewhere..
“Dude, did you see the look on Ashley’s face when I got the basket last night?” asked Tyler.
“Uh, no… I was busy wondering how you actually got the ball in,” replied Matt. It was true. Tyler was on the summer team, but really shouldn’t have been. If anyone else had wanted to spend their time that way, he wouldn’t have made it, but the school had run out of jocks for the summer.
“Come on, man, you suck. That shot was crazy! She like shot up in her seat, and…”
Aaron smiled, and stirred his lemonade. He wasn’t hungry, and hadn’t ordered pizza. As he sipped, he was noticing out of the corner of his eye that a girl in a one-person table near him was looking at him. He didn’t look back, but kept her in his peripheral view. She could watch if she wanted, he was down with that. He moved his eyes quickly across her to Matt, to his right, to catch who she was. It was Kathryn, from his English class. She was pretty, he thought. Nice sort of dirty blonde hair, curled now in the humidity, a sweet smile ..… and packing away what looked like an entire pizza.
“Aaron!” Tyler said impatiently.
“What?” He had totally spaced out.
“Did you see her face?”
Aaron sighed, and stirred his lemonade while reminding Tyler that he hadn’t been able to make the game, that he’d been working at the snack bar. He knew nothing about Ashley or her opinions of Tyler’s basket and didn’t care.
He sipped and looked out the window, looking again at Kathryn with a peripheral glance. He let Matt and Tyler talk… Others were used to him being pretty quiet, and he liked to observe. Kathryn was still looking at him, and he smiled inwardly. She lifted a another slice of pizza to her mouth, and bit into it absent-mindedly. Aaron realized that his observation was correct - Kathryn was eating a whole pizza. His eyes drifted unwittingly to her plate, which was almost empty, and then her eyes.
Rats! He looked back out the window, but caught her looking down, embarrassed. She’d noticed. Aaron hated embarrassing other people... but at the same time, he felt sort of excited. If there was a girl he would choose to like in school, it was probably someone like Katie, as everyone called her. Her looking embarrassed confirmed that she had been eyeing him, and it made him feel good. But now she stood up and left. Aaron slumped back, finished the rest of his lemonade, and the friends continued to talk.
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Aaron got home at around two in the afternoon. He walked into his room, and lay down on his bed, thinking of Kathryn, and also her pizza. Although still in the closet Aaron knew that was an FA, meaning, he liked fat girls. Any girl could be pretty, but they really turned him on if they were a little bigger than normal – or getting bigger without complaining about it.. The problem for him was that every girl at his relatively small high school was definitely not up to this description, due mainly to the flash dieting which occasionally was targeted unsuccessfully by a girls’ seminar each year.
The picture of Kathryn, alone, with a nearly empty box of pizza had really turned him on… He wondered why she’d ordered something that big. He closed his eyes, imagining her eating the whole thing by herself, what her belly would have looked like under that pink tank top…
He stopped, shook his head, and vaulted off of his bed, before opening his laptop and sitting in his blue swivel chair. He entered his password, which he was proud nobody knew, and clicked out of various Dimensions posts which made him feel more relieved that nobody knew the password.
He powered up AIM. Kathryn was on. He considered waiting to see if she IM’ed him, but decided against it…she was probably embarrassed about earlier today. He knew girls did that. He smiled, and double clicked her name. Why not just say hi?
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Kathryn had gotten home and regretted throwing away her Diet Coke. She was thirsty after that whole pizza… even though the thought of having eaten it all made her feel slightly guilty. She felt she’d sabotaged herself. She opened the fridge. There was no Diet Coke left. She took a 2-liter bottle of the regular stuff and poured herself a tall glass. Drinks didn’t make her feel fat, and she wanted one right now, not caring all that much about whether or not it had sugar. The phone rang, and she picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is Kathryn there?”
“Oh, I’m Katie… Who’s calling, please?”
“This is Chef Cole, from the Kingfisher Club. I’m calling to say that you’ve been scheduled tomorrow. You said you were free then?”
“Yes… I’m free then.”
“Okay, great! You have the morning shift, from seven to noon. Normally it would be longer, but the club meets haven’t started yet and we don’t need as many people. Can you make that?”
“Of course. I’ll be there at seven.”
“Great! See you there.”
Kathryn was glad to finally have her job scheduled. It would alleviate some of the boredom of the summer, and prevent her from running into as many awkward moments with boys she knew: she thought the snack bar was visited mainly by small children… She used to go. She went up into her room, and turned on her computer. She went to Govteen in one window and opened her instant messenger hybrid in the next.
After a while of talking on forums, she went down to get another coke, and then came up again. She still felt bloated from the pizza, and the stairs made her a bit queasy. When she looked at her computer, there was an instant messenger window open.
Aaron-Not_Hank: Hey.
(She stopped with one hand on the chair, coke in the other. It was Aaron. She was still feeling embarrassed about staring at him earlier, not to mention looking like a total fatass. But now she couldn’t just close the window. She sighed, and sat down.)
KitKate: Hey. What’s up?
Aaron-Not_Hank: Not much, how’s your summer?
KitKate: Not 2 bad. Kind of boring.
Aaron-Not_Hank: Really? Yeah, most people are on vacation somewhere… What are you doing?
KitKate: Just chatting online, sipping a coke. U?
Aaron-Not_Hanke: Oh, I meant for the summer.
KitKate: Oh. I have a job at the Kingfisher but I just got my first schedule. You?
(Aaron shivered slightly. That’s where he was working.)
Aaron-Not Hank: Really? I’m working there too… at the snack bar.
(Kathryn stopped. She pushed back her chair a bit and stared at the screen. Aaron was working at the same place as she. She wouldn’t even have a day to recover from her embarrassment, and tomorrow was almost definitely going to be one of her “bad” days for weight.)
Aaron-Not Hank : Where are you working there?
(Kathryn sat down again. She couldn’t just call in sick… she’d just agreed about an hour ago to the time.)
KitKate: Oh, sry I was talking to someone else. I’m at the snack bar too.
(Aaron’s heart leapt. He’d been told that morning that he’d be training someone new the next day.)
Aaron-Not_Hank : Oh, cool! They said I was going to train someone… I guess that’s you.
KitKate: train?
Aaron-Not_Hank: Well, you need to know what to do, and where stuff goes.
KitKate: Oh right
KitKate: Hey, I g2g now, I’ll talk to you later
Aaron-Not_Hank: Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow.
[KitKate has signed off]
(She stopped with one hand on the chair, coke in the other. It was Aaron. She was still feeling embarrassed about staring at him earlier, not to mention looking like a total fatass. But now she couldn’t just close the window. She sighed, and sat down.)
KitKate: Hey. What’s up?
Aaron-Not_Hank: Not much, how’s your summer?
KitKate: Not 2 bad. Kind of boring.
Aaron-Not_Hank: Really? Yeah, most people are on vacation somewhere… What are you doing?
KitKate: Just chatting online, sipping a coke. U?
Aaron-Not_Hanke: Oh, I meant for the summer.
KitKate: Oh. I have a job at the Kingfisher but I just got my first schedule. You?
(Aaron shivered slightly. That’s where he was working.)
Aaron-Not Hank: Really? I’m working there too… at the snack bar.
(Kathryn stopped. She pushed back her chair a bit and stared at the screen. Aaron was working at the same place as she. She wouldn’t even have a day to recover from her embarrassment, and tomorrow was almost definitely going to be one of her “bad” days for weight.)
Aaron-Not Hank : Where are you working there?
(Kathryn sat down again. She couldn’t just call in sick… she’d just agreed about an hour ago to the time.)
KitKate: Oh, sry I was talking to someone else. I’m at the snack bar too.
(Aaron’s heart leapt. He’d been told that morning that he’d be training someone new the next day.)
Aaron-Not_Hank : Oh, cool! They said I was going to train someone… I guess that’s you.
KitKate: train?
Aaron-Not_Hank: Well, you need to know what to do, and where stuff goes.
KitKate: Oh right
KitKate: Hey, I g2g now, I’ll talk to you later
Aaron-Not_Hank: Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow.
[KitKate has signed off]
Kathryn leaned back in her chair, and breathed in deeply. The extra air hurt her expanded stomach so she let it out again. Not only was she going to see Aaron tomorrow, she was working in the same place as him, and was going to interact with him constantly.
The thought occurred to her that it might not be so bad. After all, he hadn’t said anything about seeing her in the pizzeria, even though he definitely had. Maybe he hadn’t noticed the gluttony? That would be nice. He was cute, after all, and she didn’t want to…
She shook her head. She didn’t usually think of boys like this. He was cute, that much she allowed herself, but whether or not he was into her, she didn’t care. Or did she? She sighed and thought of him. He was… okay, he was very attractive, and intelligent. But she didn’t know much about him… He was so quiet, and in class his answers were usually to the point. He didn’t chat much online, either, as far as she knew.
“Then why was he just online?” she thought.
For the two years she had known Aaron, he’d been online maybe three times that she knew of… and he’d never talked to her. She’d had his address by osmosis…but he’d known (or was it found?) her screen name, and then talked to her. Maybe he really was into her?
Kathryn smiled.
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Aaron danced around his room listening to some music from the group Tool, very loud. It was his favorite band and fit the moment, because he was very excited for the next day. It’s not often that you get to work with, he admitted it, someone he was beginning to like. Katie was definitely nervous; she’d left suddenly and had taken a while to answer in the first place… though it was possible that he was overanalyzing the situation. Either way, he was looking forward to the next morning.
As much as he hated himself for thinking it, it was easy to eat a lot working at the snack bar, and he doubted Katie would be an exception. Images of her with ice-cream crept into his mind… but he pushed them out. He didn’t like thinking of girls like that. If he was going to like someone it wasn’t because of how they looked.
Though he had to admit… that the daydream did look pretty good. He went to his laptop and tapped into Facebook, then logged onto to his friend’s account, who’d given him his password, and entered “Kathryn Jacobson” into the search box. She appeared. He clicked View Pictures of Kathryn (268), and scrolled through. There were so many pictures…he would never put this many online, but he was fine if she did. He clicked through for a while, before he realized that he was getting aroused. He minimized the window.
“No. This is wrong,” he thought. He shook his head. She’s not even big, he was just hoping based on one snack. He shook his head again. He didn’t think of girls like this. He maximized the window and looked at her profile. She had nice music taste… She liked Tool, the Mars Volta, Static-X, and a bunch of others he also liked. She had a quote of Kafka mixed into the AIM conversations with her friends… She had a couple of insightful notes which she used like blog posts.
“That’s more like it,” he said quietly. Aaron smiled. He could feel better about liking her if he knew her just a little better… And he’d get to know her a lot better the next day.
