Revenge: A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter 22: Diner Food And Pranks

Chapter 22: Diner Food And Pranks

Evie's POV.

We made our way out the door wobbling with our crutches.

I followed him across the street and he stopped at his car in the driveway. He couldn't be serious. He opened the drivers side door.

"What are you doing?" I asked. That was a stupid question that I mentally slapped myself for asking.

"Getting in the car, now come on," he groans putting the crutches into the back from the front of the car.

"No need to be an arrogant mitch!" I scuff barely audible for anyone to hear making my way to the passengers side and opening the door.

"Someones been watching The Real Husbands of Hollywood," Mac grins placing his crutches down in the back of the car.

I get in and hold on to my crutches, shut the door, and buckle my seat belt. "You're not seriously gonna drive?" I ask. He has a cast on his right hand. How the hell was he supposed to drive?!?

"Awwww," he cooed, "Is someone worried about me?" His ego, I nod my head side to side looking down.

"You wish," I tease, "I'm worried about me getting crushed if you crash this car."

His face turned to a serious and concerned look. Oh no, I don't want to hear one of these talks.

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We drove up to a diner twenty minutes later.

I got out of the car struggling, then grabbed my crutches from beside me.

I went around to drivers side to help Mac get out of the car with the help that I cud offer with crutches. I opened the back car door and pulled out his crutches and handed them to him. I was actually quite excited. I never been here before and I could smell the food from the parking lot.

We hopped on our crutches to the diner.

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"Mac. Hi. I haven't seen you in a while," An older lady around her forties says looking at him internally.

She then looked at me, "Just two?" She asked looking back to Mac sweetly. She had a name tag that said Lilia.

"Yes," he says looking to me with a smile. Oh can it. We all know Mac's not innocent.

We followed her to a booth.

"Do you want me to take those?" She said pointing to our crutches.

"Sure. Hold on. I just need to go to the bathroom." I said limping towards the bathroom sign.

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Mac's POV.

(Sexybeast) hell yeah!-not.

Evie limped and wobbled away on my crutches. It was all my fault. She wouldn't have spilled her popcorn and tripped if I wasn't in the way. Then again she tripped into me. She truly is a great friend. I remember when we used to play dress up. I remember our fake wedding we had one day in my mom's garden- I was forced against my will to wear a tux-hey, I couldn't help that. I mean it wasn't that bad because she was my best friend, the only friend i could trust with everything and she would never mention it to another person. Also practice for my own wedding as much as I can because I probably will end up messing everything thing up. I was always like that. Not very much trusted. I would always screw something up. and I don't even think I'd be lucky enough to fall in love. I mean its never been something I believed would happen to me. I always seemed better independent or with friends but I would never be able to get married or to have a mate for life like that. I would be able to picture the divorce papers as soon as I had been officially married- If I were to get married. Cough cough- not likely.

"Here are your menus," Aunt Lilia says eyeing me and continues," Macaulay, was the pretty girl that went to the bathroom your girlfriend?"

"No, she's my neighbor," I state. Well, she is more than my neighbor but defiantly not my girlfriend. And BTW I don't know if you noticed but no one calls me by my full name unless they want to tick me off.

"Oh, well you should ask her out!" Aunt Lilia squealed. With that Lilia walked away and left me back to my thoughts.

Remembering the plan, I grab a whoopee cushion out of my sweat shirt pocket. Man, I look hot today.

I blew into the cushion filling it with air slightly. This will be good. Knowing Evie.

Evie comes back on her crutches from the direction of the restrooms. Lilia comes back to our table taking Evie's crutches away from her. Evie's back was towards our booth and I thought it was the perfect time. I quickly placed it on her booth seat across from me.

Evie slides in and sits down with my fortunate luck right on the whoopee cushion and it lets out a big, loud fart noise. Everyone in the small diner tuned the attention to her.

After a few seconds everyone went back to what they had been doing before.

She then narrowed her eyes glaring at me. " I wonder who placed a whoopee cushion there?" She asked sarcastically.

"Who knows?" I ask, " my bet is on that old guy," I whisper cocking my head to the right to the guy sitting alone ordering a milkshake who was probably seventy. He had an evil look to him.

"You know, I will be getting you back for this," Evie stated with a smirk almost as evil looking as the old guy's.

Let the breakfast wars begin. I mentally fist pump into the air.

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A/N:

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