dempeo/merder oneshots

mcdonalds date

My doorbell rings. I grab my bag from the living room. It keeps Ringing again and again and again. "I'm coming!" I shout. It keeps ringing. I run over to the door. I open it. Patrick's there, grinning. "Idiot" I giggle. He keeps ringing the bell. "Stop it" I hit his hand away from the doorbell. He laughs. "Are you ready?" He asks. "Yes" I say. He holds my hand. I smile, walking out the door and locking it. We walk to his car. He opens my door for me. I get in. He gets in the drivers side.

"What do you want?" He asks as we go through the drive through. "Um.. 20 chicken nuggets, large fries, large coke, an apple pie and an oreo mcflurry please" I say. He raises his brow. "What? I'm hungry" I giggle. He chuckles. He orders all our food and pays for it. He drives to the parking lot. Its 7pm so its empty.

I giggle as patrick says something funny. "You're such a weirdo" I chuckle. I eat another fry. "Let's see what's on Patrick dempseys playlist" I grin, pressing the button on his car. "Seriously?" I look at him. "Jon bon jovi?" I say. "Shut up" he laughs. "Let me.." I connect my phones bluetooth to his car. I put on my playlist. 'Lover' by taylor swift starts playing. "Taylor swift? How is that better" he says. "You're not a swiftie? Tell me you are or this isnt gonna work out" I say. He chuckles. "I like taylor swift.. Jon bob jovi's good too though" he rolls his eyes. "Mm" I giggle. I have another bite of a chicken nugget but accidentally spill ketchup down my chin. "Crap" I say "you have any napkins?" I say. He chuckles. "Glove box?" He says. I open the glove box.

I gasp. "Patrick you naughty boy" I giggle, picking up a small box of weed. "I forgot that was In there" he chuckles. "No napkins" i say. He puts his hand on my cheek. I giggle as he leans in, licking the sauce off of my chin. He pulls away slowly. I look him in the eyes before kissing him passionately. Our tongues fight as I run my fingers through his hair. I pull away slowly.

"How old is this?" I ask, holding up the weed. "..A couple of years" he says. I raise my brow. "A month old" he says. I giggle. He takes the box, opening it. He takes out some rizzlers, rolling a joint. I watch him as he lights it, smoking it. I giggle as he passes it to me. "Ah I'm scared what if we get arrested? This is still illegal right? I've never done weed before" I ramble. He laughs. "You dont have to if you dont want" he chuckles. "No i want to" I say. "Okay.." he says. I put it to my lips. I take it away. "No I'm too scared" i say. He laughs. "Here" he brings the lighter to it, relighting it. "Okay don't look at me you're making me feel nervous" I giggle. He chuckles, looking out of the window instead. I smoke it. He laughs as I start coughing. "You're hilarious" he says. "I dont smoke much" I giggle. "Really? I couldn't tell" he says sarcastically. I chuckle. We share the rest of the joint.

"You're so handsome" I run my fingers through his hair. He chuckles as i pull him towards me by his hair, rubbing my cheek on his hair. He puts his hands on my waist, picking me up and pulling me over to his side, putting me on his lap. I'm straddling him. "You're so high" he laughs. "I'm not.. I dont feel a thing" I say. I'm still running my fingers through his hair. I start giggling. "What?" He says. "Do you remember that time- when-" I giggle "when i.. and you.. and-" I start laughing uncontrollably. "Oh yeah" he starts laughing with me.

We finally stop laughing. I gasp. "What?" He says. "I ran out of chicken nuggets" I pick up the box, turning it upside down. "We should get more" he says. "Yes!" I say. "Let's go" he opens the car door. We both get out. "My wallet" he leans back in the car, getting his wallet. "Oh my god" I say. He looks at me. "I forgot how to walk" I say. "Whhaaatttt?" His eyes go wide. "I cant" i try to move my leg. "I've got an idea!" He says enthusiastically.

We're both giggling as we walk through the drive through, me on his back. "Welcome to mcdonalds, what can we get for you today?" The worker says over the speaker thing. "We need nuggets" Patrick says. "20!" I shout. "20 chicken nuggets.. is there anything else I can get for you today?" They ask. "Mmm.. no thanks" I say. "If you would just like to drive to the first window.." they say. "Brummmm" patrick makes the noise of a car as he runs to the next window.