Asshole's POV
It was passed closing and I was sweeping the floor of the restaurant. My mind was flooded by Colonel Sanders and only him. Suddenly, the bell above the door rang.
"Sorry but we're clo-" I started, but when I looked it was the man himself; Dadd- I mean Colonel Sanders.
"I came to apologize and maybe explain myself for my actions on our first meeting." he drawled. I set down the broom and offered him a seat across from me.
"You see," he started, "I was just a boy when KFC started. My grandma, Granny Chicken, opened it with all of her original recipes. It was an instant success. I think by coming over here when you opened, I thought I was preserving her memory, but instead, I disgraced her." He looked down in shame, a single tear running down his soft, flawless, smooth, cheek. Tentatively, I reached over and wiped it away. He looked up at me surprised. I jumped back, thinking I did something wrong.
"I-I-I-I'm sorry, Colonel, I just thought-" My apology was cut short by soft, chicken flavoured lips on mine. OH MY PINE, COLONEL SANDERS WAS KISSING ME!!
He pulled away with a light blush across his cheeks.
"It's okay. Thank you. I have a question for you, Asshole."
"Anything."
He pulled out a ring, on top was a diamond encrusted chicken wing. Before he could ask the question, I shouted, "YES!", and jumped into his open arms.
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The Secret Ingredient
FanfictionWhen one business owner moves to the small town of McChickenTender, they are confident that their business will be the star of the town. However, one Colonel Sanders of KFC stands in the way.
