prince charming doesn't eat at mcdonalds
by krabby patties.

o n e s h o t .

"None of you might know this," I said in a rushed whisper, "but I'm on a super, secret mission. I heard them0ngrel01 tell my viewers and me that there was no such thing as a Prince Charming." I grinned into the lens of the camera. "I'm about to change that." I swung my camera so that it showed the sidewalk. "I'm walking to my day job, and I'm going to put the camera right on the side of where I work. For none of you that know me, I work part-time at McDonalds. I have seen some pretty cute guys, but barely any have been gentlemen. And all princes are gentlemen, right?"

I walked into McDonalds' locker room, before pausing the camera and changing into my uniform. Adjusting my red visor, I resumed the video and placed it right next to the cash register. "Day one; time: 3:57 PM; McDonalds is occupied by a family of three, all of the female persuasion. A little boy and his mother are sitting on the other side. That's it." I stared haughtily in the camera. "Just you watch mongrel, I'll be proving you wrong shortly."

Two hours later, the only people who had walked in were families with small children or teenage girls. What a boring Saturday. My eyes went wide as the door jingled, and a dreamy looking boy entered. He had dark hair and eyes, and I practically felt drool slipping from the edges of my mouth. I nudged the camera. "Time: 5:03 PM. We have encountered our first male of the day, and he is looking fine."

I adjusted my visor as he approached me, and smiled my best grin. "Hey, how can I help you?"

He looked appreciatively at me, before turning his eyes to the menu. "I just want a grilled chicken sandwich and a vanilla ice cream cone," he muttered, and seemed to be embarrassed for some unfathomable reason. "Add sprinkles on the ice cream cone, please." Ah. So the guy liked sprinkles.

"Sure," I chirped, and while I repeated the order to Francisco, his gaze eventually fell down to my camera. He raised a brow, but he probably assumed it wasn't on. "Alright, your order will be done in a couple minutes. It's $3.27."

He placed a crisp, five dollar bill on the surface, and our fingers met for a second. Surprisingly, I felt no shock or burn of the fingertips. I handed him back the change, while staring at the ground with confused eyebrows. "Andy! Did you order for me, honey?"

He turned around and mumbled, "Yeah."

I followed his gaze to see a nice looking, brunette staring at him with happy eyes. "You asked for the sprinkles, right?" He nodded, and she grinned. "Thanks, baby."

I cringed. He was taken. Fack. But he turned back to me, and I handed him his order, way less chirpy. How could I have not noticed the girl following behind him? Maybe my mind just blocked it out. When he had gone to sit down, I pulled the camera to my mouth. "Option one cancelled. He apparently has a girlfriend. Or, if we're trying to be positive, a sister that calls him baby." I glanced back at them to see the couple lip-locked. "Or siblings that make out."

I sighed, and paused the video.

The next, fine-looking male specimen was a blonde, skater boy wearing a beanie. His hair was shaggy, and his eyes were rounded and blue. Practically heaven. I resumed my video, and tugged at my ponytail, trying to loosen it. The only people following him were his skater friends. Oh baby. "Option two, heading my way. He looks practically delectable." I pulled away from the camera just as he stopped in front of me with his friends. "Hey, can I have the Bacon-Cheese combo? And the meal number four?" He didn't even meet my eyes.

"I'll take combo number six," a guy added near him. Suddenly the orders were being piled up. Apparently these skater boys had fast metabolisms.

"Sure," I said finally, getting a breath in. "That'll be $37.98."

He nodded, before finally locking eyes with me. He smiled hesitantly, before handing me the money. The order was done in about ten minutes. I was about to bring it to their table, when I noticed skater boy holding hands underneath the table, with the brown-haired boy next to him. Come on, seriously? I wanted to fucking stomp my foot the way things were going. "Here's your order," I said, dropping the meal on their table, and not glancing back. Ugh.

"Option two cancelled," I muttered into the camera. "Apparently he's a homosexual. But nonetheless, them0ngrel01, don't get too haughty. There will be others."

Not even twenty minutes later, another male entered McDonalds. But this time, he wasn't that great looking. Just an average teenager, with sprouting acne and a deep frown. He had black hair and hazel eyes, a nice combination, but he certainly wasn't pulling it off the way I wanted him to. I turned the camera on anyway, and muttered, "Option three: complete, normal geek. Let's see how this goes."

A little girl, whom I assumed was his little sister, was lugging him around like a toy. "Jacob! You promised mom that you'd take me here! I'll tell her that you got a ticket from that scary police officer on the way to zoo." He blushed frantically, before mumbling something underneath his breath. "So? It doesn't matter, you'll get in trouble if you don't get me what I want!" She stomped her foot then, and I just raised a brow. Brat.

"Alright, fine Mel. Just take a seat. I'll get you the kids meal."

He headed towards me, and only met my eyes when he reached the counter. He blushed. "Hi, um, can I have the kids meal?"

"Sure, what do you want in it?" I asked, adjusting my camera a little. He didn't seem to notice.

"Chicken nuggets, apple tenders, and some chocolate milk please," he asked, before glancing back at his sister. Mel stuck her tongue out. Once again, I say, brat. "And I'll just have combo number nine."

I nodded and typed in the order, handing him the receipt. He would take the meal, and go feed his sister before leaving. How boring could this day get? I handed him his meal, and he started to turn around. But then he glanced over his shoulder, and grinned awkwardly at me. "I hope I looked alright in your video."

My eyes went wide as he strolled back to his seat. Oh God, he knew? Holy Aunt Jemima. He didn't even sound angry, he sounded completely and utterly sweet about it. I bit the edge of my fingernail, and continued watching him. Thank God it was a slow day. I watched as he rubbed his pocket, before pulling out a frame of rectangular-shaped glasses. He slipped them on, before biting into his burger.

I watched his jaw work with fascination. He wasn't that bad looking. In fact, he was pretty cute, now that I thought about it. I trailed my gaze over his face, until I looked at his eyes. Which of whom were staring right back at me. He stopped chewing, but he didn't release his gaze. In fact, I nearly stumbled from the intensity. My heart started pumping like crazy, and I adjusted my camera out of habit. His gaze immediately fell to the camera.

His mouth turned into the slowest grin I had ever seen. He shook his head, before turning to listen to something Mel had said. "No, that's not what I meant stupid!" She hit him with her Barbie, before rolling her eyes. "You're so dumb, Jake. Really."

I pretended to lean down to tie my shoes, but I was actually muttering into the speaker of my camera. "He looked at me, then smiled. Ding ding, I think we have a winner. He better not end up being gay, or having a girlfriend, or them0ngrel01 officially wins."

I stood back up to see Mel throwing out her trash. Oh no! They couldn't be leaving . . . I probably would never see him again. Francisco nudged me in the hip. "Say something to him before he gets away," the spanish man said with a cheeky grin. "He's looking as upset as that little girl was when they stormed in here."

I laughed at that, then shrugged. "Ah, what the heck."

I jumped over the counter, and started running towards Jacob. He was just about to leave, before I shoved him against the wall. Mel screamed. I planted one on Jacob, and I could practically feel his lips part in surprise. His hands fell to my hips, and suddenly his mouth was turned up in a grin. Mel was shrieking, "Someone's molesting my brother! Help!" But I really did feel something different about this kiss.

It was disgusting.

Yes, I said it. I hated every minute of it. I pulled away awkwardly after ten seconds, and then itched my head. "Um . . ." Option three: no fucking way. I could tolerate a geek, but at least he could learn to kiss?

"Call me sometime," he said breathily, and then grinned happily. He wrote his number on my arm (which was weird, because wasn't the girl supposed to do that?) and then left McDonalds with Mel's hand in his. She was still blabbering about how crazy I was.

Francisco had apparently recorded the entire thing. "That was sexy! Was he a good kisser?" I shook my head, and his eyes widened. "Wait, so are you interested or not?" Once again, I shook my head. "Aw man!"

"I guess them0ngrel01 was right. There is no such thing as a Prince Charming." I saw someone come in, and just realized it was Kelly, who worked the night shift. "Hey, Fran. You got any soap?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I have to go wash his number off my arm."

Francisco burst into laughter. "Pobrecita!"

I guess them0ngrel01 was right after all. Ah, well. There's always tomorrow.

a/n: Okay. I'm not going turn this into a story. Instead, I'm going to use "Breakthrough" to kinda continue this. It's definitely not the same characters, but you will see some things with video blogging and such. ;) Anyway, sorry for the confusion!