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Chapter 2
“Here we are,” Scott said, pulling into a parking spot right in
front of the entrance to McDonald’s. Nick pulled on his Dolphins hat,
and a pair of purple-tinted sunglasses.
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“Hey, Nick, you know, those sunglasses are REALLY UGLY,” I said,
pointing to the glasses.
“They aren’t sunglasses. Well, they are, but they’re also
my prescription glasses,” he said.
“Oh, wouldn’t those 12-year-olds love that! Sir Baby Blue Eyes
wears glasses?”
“Yeah, wanna make somethin’ of it?”
“Uh-huh. You and what army?”
“Hey!” I grinned, and so did he.
“Ok, Nick, first chance I get, I’m taking you shopping. You will
NOT wear those glasses again in public.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“Well, first of all, they’re really ugly, second of all, they’re
really ugly, third of all, they’re really, really, REALLY
ugly.”
“Ok, ok, you made your point.”
“Ok, you two, break it up,” Scott intervened.
We entered the McDonald’s, and went to the counter. Scott turned around
while we were waiting in line.
“Yo, what do you two want?” Nick turned to me.
“You first.”
“I’ll have… A quarter-pounder, large fries, and a chocolate
milkshake.” They stared. “What?” I asked.
“You eat a l—I mean, most girls wouldn’t let a guy catch them
dead eating like that. Plus, this isn’t even lunchtime!” Nick
answered.
“First of all, Nick, it’s not a guy, it’s just Scott and,
well, you.”
“Hey!”
“Second, I’m hungry, why shouldn’t I be allowed to eat? Besides,
I’m paying for myself, so why do you care?” Nick put his hands
in the air, in mock surrender.
“Okay, okay.”
It was finally our turn at the counter.
“Hello, good afternoon. What can I get y’all today?” the cashier,
a girl who appeared to be about 15, droned in a bored voice.
“Um, we’ll have five quarter-pounders, two with cheese, three without,
three large fries, one chocolate milkshake, one large Coke, one large Diet
Coke, one fudge sundae, and… an order of seven chicken nuggets,”
Scott said. Now it was my turn to stare.
“And I eat a lot?” I said.
“Hey, we’re growing boys. Besides, we work out. Well, at least
I do,” Scott replied.
“Hey!” Nick said. “I work out!”
“Uh-huh. Whatever,” Scott retorted.
“Children, children,” I intervened. “Behave yourselves!”
“Will that be all?” the cashier asked, again sounding
bored.
“Uh… yeah,” Nick said.
We waited. When our food finally came, it took up three trays.
“Honestly, men,” I muttered, as I tried lifting one of the trays.
One of the sodas threatened to spill, and I was very near to dropping all
the french fries. Nick stuck his hands under the tray, and grabbed it before
it fell.
“Thank you!” I cried. “My knight in shining
armor!”
“Uh-huh… I could do without the sarcasm, thank you very much,”
Nick said.
“Moi? Sarcastic? You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Yeah, right.”
The food was carried to the table, and sat down. After sorting out whose
was whose, we all sat in the booth, and Nick removed his hat.
“What? You’re not afraid of all those nine-year-olds mobbing you,
trying to tear out a piece of your precious blonde hair?”
“Shut up.”
“Uh-huh. Are you capable of stringing together enough words to form
an actual sentence?” Nick ignored me, and just continued to stuff his
face. I rolled my eyes. Men!
After a half an hour, the guys had finished stuffing their faces, and I was
still sipping my milkshake.
“You guys wanna go?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, grabbing my milkshake, and climbing out of
the booth in the corner of the room that we were in.