We arrive at the Mexican restaurant, and take our seats.
"Hello there, what can I get you three for drinks?" The waiter asks.
"Well what do you have?" I ask, as I search the menu for their drinks, but it's not in the menu.
"Juices, apple, orange, cranberry, and banana. Water, Coke-zero, Diet Coke, Coke, root beer, Sprite, and Dr pepper both diet and regular. Alcoholic drinks, but you can't have those. We have mocktails, non alcoholic beer." The waiter lists all their drinks. "And we have a Shirley temple."
"I'm gonna get a watermelon mocktail, and a water," James orders his drinks.
"I'll try that banana juice, and also a cup of water please," Kill orders.
"And for you, sir?"
"Oh, uhm a Shirley temple, and uh-"
"He and I are sharing the mocktail, so that'll be enough," James winks.
"Ok, your drinks will be out shortly," he waiter leaves.
"Thank you, I didn't want to fully commit to something that might taste gross," I thank James.
"No problem, we can also share the water, only if you give me some of that Shirley temple."
"Of course," I say as I hug him.
"Don't be all lovey dovey, you're not the only one at this table," Kill jokes-ish
"Yeah, don't worry, we won't be completely lovey dovey," I answer.
"Here are your drinks, and are we ready to order?" The waiter asks as they place the drinks into the table.
"Yeah, I'll take an order of the chicken tamales." Kill says.
"Ok," they scribble in they're note book.
"I'll take a chicken and cheese quesadilla, please. With beans and rice!" James smiles
"And for you, sir?" The waiter continues to scribble in their notebook.
"Shrimp and cheese quesadilla, and I'll also take it with beans and rice." I say.
"Ok, your order will be out soon!"
"Wait, I have a question." I stop the waiter.
"Yes?"
"Do you guys have Jarritos?" I ask.
"Oh, yes! I forgot! Would you like one?"
"Do you have grape fruit?" I get hopeful.
"Yes! I'll bring one out to you!" The waiter walks away.
---after dinner---
"Damn, that was so good!" I exclaim as we walk to Kill's house to drop him off.
"I know! That mocktail is SOOO good, I want another one!" James agrees.
"I know, right!"
Soon, we're at Kill's house.
"Welp, I had fun with y'all, see ya tomorrow! Thanks for dinner, Lee! I'm gonna pay you back someday!" Kill thanks as he walks into his house.
"BYE!" James and I wave goodbye to him.
He closes the door, and James and I are off again.
"Too bad you didn't get that Italian sausage," I speak.
"Yeah, well it was good either way!"
Before we know it, we're at his house.
We walk in, and I collapse into the couch.
"Welcome home you two! I made dessert if y'all want any!" James' mom calls out from the kitchen.
"Ok!" James sits next to me.
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You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)
General Fiction((EDIT: changed the description!)) "you're like a French Fry, nice, hot, and when I kiss you, delicious." *Dramatic music plays* Will Lee actually let go of his mom? Will Lee become an author with a boyfriend or girlfriend? Will Lee truly love hims...
