Saturday, 1 October 2011
09:08:25 PM (GMT)
JessicaRox sent me this awesome story:
Lunchtime at McKinley High was usually a busy affair among the students. It seemed
there was more gossiping that actual eating.
However, in the faculty lounge, it was a lot calmer. There was never a hustle to get
the best food, everybody (almost always) brought their own. There was never a
over who sat where, everybody sat anywhere and nobody seemed to mind, not really.
every lunchtime, Will and Emma would sit together.
Will loved the way Emma sat in front of him, intently listening to everything he had
to say whilst cleaning her small bunch of green grapes. It was always the same
ritual, over and over again. She would pick up a fresh wipe, and rub gently at the
grape's surface until she was completely certain that there were no more germs
lingering on the fruit, before tentatively putting it into her mouth and eating it.
It was enough to drive a sane person mad, constantly watching this again and again,
unless your name was Will Schuester.
She always seemed to bring the same thing for lunch every day. A bunch of exactly
twelve green grapes, no more, no less, a PB&J sandwich on white bread with the
cut off, cut neatly into two identical triangles, a dairy-free yoghurt of varying
flavours (her current favourite was strawberry), and a small carton of fruit juice,
usually orange, but sometimes apple.
Will, however, just brought whatever he wanted, when he wanted. His choice of drink
seemed to vary from day to day. Sometimes it was Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, coffee,
hot chocolate, or Mountain Dew. Other days, he just brought water. He often grew
when it came to food, too. Sometimes he just brought a mini frozen pizza, or the
remnants of last night's roast chicken in sandwich form. Emma often joked that he
still ate like a college student.
But despite their differentiating tastes when it came to food, Will and Emma seemed
perfect for eachother, and they always looked a picture at lunchtimes whenever they
sat together. Sometimes Shannon joined them, even Sue had sat with them once or
(usually just to make digs at Will's hair, or Emma's bush baby-like features). They
always loved the company of other people, but really, it just felt so special when
they were alone. The rest of the world melted away around them as they talked and
happily. Once or twice, Emma had made Will laugh so hard he had choked on his food,
and sometimes the other way around, too.
It really was strange how much you could enjoy eating your lunch with the person you