Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Twenty-Five

Author's note: The chapter before this one is still not completed, I accidentally published it before I could finish. So, I'm continuing it in this chapter. So enjoy, whoever's reading.

To be continued...

"Hey," I speak up, pointing at the food. "I don't remember getting this."I say.

"Oh, um.. I uh.. already ordered for you. Seeming that my grandpa stole you from me. And that I know the good food here."Andrew replied.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "So?"I ask.

He smiles sheepishly, "W-well I just thought I'd do something nice for you. Surprise you. "he says.

"And texting me out of nowhere telling me we're going to the park to walk your dogs is not a surprise?"I mock him.

He chuckles nervously, and scratches the back of his head. "Um, no?"he questions.

I shake my head, grabbing a french fry off my plate and popping it in my mouth. "Whatever."I say.

"Are you saying you didn't have fun?"he asks.

"No. I had fun. Gosh you big baby."i say.

He puts a hand to his heart and frowns. "You wound me, Ms Lane."he jokes.

"Well, I'm so sorry."I pause to smile. "That I don't care." I joke.

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever. You're heartless."he says, and eats a french a fry.

"I know. Now please, don't tell people my secret."I fake beg.

He looks up at me, then says "No promises."

I glare at him, and he laughs. I smile, and take a bite off my chicken fingers. "Mmm, this is some good chicken fingers."I comment.

"Yea, I know. Its my second favorite. Don't be surprised that I take one from you."Andrew says.

"You touch one, you die."I threaten, pointing a french fry at him.

He looks at me for a minute, then slowly moves his hand over to my plate, his gaze questioning. I glare at him, my lips in a tight line, but I don't do anything. He smiles like as if in victory, then picks up a chicken finger. But then I slap him on the hand, hard. His mouth opens in shock, and removes his hand to rub it. I give him a cheeky smile, and take the chicken, and take a bite.

"You meanie. "he pouts, still rubbing his hand. "That hurt."he complains.

"It was suppose to. You don't mess with my food."I say, as I take another bite of the chicken finger.

He laughs. "Great, we have something in common about our food." then takes a bite off his burger.

"Oh, so you wouldn't share with me?"I bat my eyelashes at him.

He seems to be in a daze for a second, then snaps out of it. "Um, it depends on what the food is."

I nod my head. "Ah, good answer."I laugh, as well as he. "So, and those foods are?"I ask.

"Mmm..."he thinks. He snaps his fingers,"Ah, well, there's always the first one. Which is popcorn."he says.

"Of course."then I say, "And then cotton candy."

"Yes,.. well maybe." I raise an eyebrow. "I mean, or course. If its in one huge bag. Definitely."he says.

"What if it was just on one of those sticks?"I ask.