Paul X Fieri Adventures

Chapter 6

Paul Blart looks down at his Dennys menu, his eyes looking over the many possible food choices Guy Fieri stares at him, studying him. "I think I'll settle with a Western Burger." Blart says, nodding his head. Guy Fieri snorts and shakes his head. He couldn't believe what Blart was saying! Paul raises an eyebrow. "What's so funny over there, Guy?"

"It's just...if you're going to a Dennys, you don't order a burger. You can go to a burger king and get that shit. If you're going to Dennys, you should get a breakfast item. It's just logic." Fieri spews Blart sighs. "Are you, just gonna be like this throughout our entire time working together, Guy? Are you always just gonna sit down and judge me?" Guy smirks at Blart. "You're easy to judge. Especially after what happened since we last met.."

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but then the very attractive female Dennys waitress walked over to their table, pen and notepad in hand. "what can I get you boys?" She asked, her voice sounding like honey being poured on toast Guy Fieri cleared his throat. "I'll have the uh, Grand Slam Breakfast." The waitress noted it down. "And uh, I'll have...what hes having" Blart says. She nodded. "Alright. I'll be back with your food." She swiftly walked away, and Blart stared at her as she walked. Guy Fieri caught Blart staring "See something you like?" Fieri says, poking some fun at Paul. Paul Blart laughs. "I always thought you preferred blondes..." Guy says, looking into Blart's eyes. Paul laughs. "Blondes? Like you, you mean?" Guy Fieri's face turned as red as the flames on his shirt. "N-n-no....that's not what I said..." At that moment, it all came rushing back to Fieri.......the incident....and what happened....

**FLASHBACK TIME** *flashback* Guy Fieri sat at a stool at a bar, in New Mexico. He sat, sipping the Scotch he ordered. In the background this song played The Coasters - Down In Mexico The Bartender, who was Obama, wiped down the bar "You waiting for someone?" Obama asked Fieri, looking at him. Fieri took a long sip of his Scotch. He nodded. "I'm waiting....for my lover."

Obama blushed. "A lover? Who is this lucky person.." Fieri winked at Obama, smirking. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he said playfully. Just then, a man busted through the bar doors....it was....PAUL BLART! Guy Fieri nodded. "There he is now..."

Blart walked up to Fieri. Blart was obviously intoxicated. His eyes were red, and he teetered a little bit. "Did you drink without me, baby?" Fieri giggled, leaning in to kiss the man. "get the fuck away from me YOU MOTHER FUKKKKKKER" paul blart sneered. Guy was confused...he thought they were happy together... "I found another.." Blart slurred, sitting down at a stool. "I'm breaking up with you now." Guy fieri GASPED. "Another??? Who could replace me?? Who could have made you feel the way I did?" Blart laughed darkly, looking down. "Angelina Jolie...I met her at that swanky Strip Club. You know, The Pink Flamingo. She's a kinky one. Better than you ever were." Guy Fieri felt tears forming in his eyes. He wiped them away. and looked down.

"You're leaving me..." Paul Blart laughed at Guy Fieri's face. "I never loved you. Who were you trying to fool?" Then, Blart left the bar, and Fieri was left, alone Guy reached inside his jean pocket, fumbling around He pulled out a small box and looked at it He opened the box and in it was....AN ENGAGEMENT RING! "Tonight was supposed to be the night...I finally proposed.." Guy fieri whispered... Guy Fieri cried, as Obama patted his back In the background there was song played BadFinger - Baby Blue