Happy Meals Don't make you happy

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Maddy's P.O.V

Wesley and I headed to McDonald's. I was starving, though my body ached. I held onto my side stomach, and flinched when I touched it.
It hurt like a b*tch.

I wonder why Wesley was walking last night, if he had a car.

When we arrived to McDonald's, people gave us weird looks. Why wouldn't they. I look like I just came out of a sewer.
My hair was a mess, and I had bruises up my arms.
"What do you want to eat" Wesley asked.

"A happy meal!" I said excitedly

He looked at me with an unusual facial expression.

He must think I'm really weird.
I won't deny it.

Wesley ordered for us as I walked around the half empty McDonald's to find us a table.

A few minutes later Wesley arrives with the food

I squealed as I saw my happy meal. Like I said before, I'm extremely weird...

"Why are you so happy over a happy meal?" Wesley asked while grabbing a fry.

"Uhm because Happy Meals make you happy." I said with a duh tone. *A/N does that make sense?*

"That's stupid."

"No it's not, take that back"

"It's STUPID, happy meals don't make you have happy Maddy"

"He did not just say that I thought to myself" While grabbing a fry and throwing it at him.

10 minutes later
We are sitting in the McDonald's parking lot.
My face is covered in barbecue sauce,I have a piece of cheese on my head, and I think I have a chicken nugget down my shirt.

"What a waste of chicken nuggets" I thought to myself

"We would have been eating in there" Wesley said while pointing to the inside of McDonald's, "If you would have just admitted that Happy Meals don't make you happy."

"It's your fault we got kicked out." I replied

And that's when we started arguing again, but this time outside of McDonald's in the parking lot.

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