Six

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•Logan's POV•

The drive to McDonalds wasn't that long. About 10 minutes of me giving directions and the fray softly playing in the back ground.

"What do you want to eat?" Sam asks me as he squeezes my thigh. I don't know when or how his hand got there but it's comforting and I love it.

I look at the clock and see that it's almost midnight.

"I just want a chicken sandwich." I say.

He nods and asks Skate and Nicole what they want.

They end up ordering a large fry and milkshake to share. Awe.

"Okay thank you. $10.15 at the first window please." The lady says over the speaker.

Sam pulls up to the first door and pulls out money. As soon as the lady opens the window she looks surprised.

"You're Sammy Wilkinson right?" She asks.

"The one and only." He smiles at her.

"My daughter is in-love with you. She's only 13 but she can't seam to stop talking about you." She smiles. "Mind if I get a picture?"

"Of course." He smiles while showing his teeth. He takes his hand off my thigh and puts two thumbs up.

I frown at the loss of contact as it is replaced right when she's done taking the picture.

"Oh sorry my bad. 10.15." She says and grabs the money from Sam as she gives him his change back.

"Here is your food. Thanks for coming, have a good day." She says and hands him the bag that I happily take in my hands and grab out my sandwich and start eating.

"Can I have my fries and milkshake please." Skate asks from the back seat.

I roll my eyes and hand him his stuff. I notice there is nothing else in the bag.

"You didn't get anything to eat?" I ask Sam.

"No. But I do want a bite of that sandwich." He says eye bawling my food.

I giggle and put it up to his mouth so he can take a bite. He takes the biggest bite ever and smirks.

I forgot for a moment that he is still Sammy Wilkinson and he is with me, eating my food, on his way back to my house to stay the night. And just as I think it can't possibly get better Sam makes a smart remark.

"Mmm that was good. But desert will be much better." He winks at me and I instantly turn into a tomato.

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