•MCD One-Shotsᵀᴾᴬ

Aaron x Aphmau // It Started With a Milkshake

I walk to the bar, the vacant area alluring me. The bartender approaches with a smile and hands me a menu and the drinks lists.

"So, what could I interest you in this late at night?" He ask me, as I skim the pages.

I find something that seems appetizing and order, "Can I get an appetizer of mozzarella sticks and hot wings, and a chocolate milkshake with a spill of rum."

"Gotcha." He replies, heading to the back to get my food and chocolate milkshake. He returns back with the milkshake and mozzarella sticks, saying the wings will be out shortly. I nod as he tends the other person across the table.

As I am sipping my run infested milkshake, the contents flowing through my body, someone begins to tap my shoulder. I look around to be shocked by an older man, around forty or fifty, staring me straight in the eye.

"Whatcha got their, missy?" He remarks, referring to the blended drink.

"It's a chocolate milkshake with a splash of rum..." I mutter, his face drawing closer to the drink.

"May I try a sip?" He spits, licking his lips. I don't like this one bit....

"Uh... Well- I- OH! It seems to be already gone... hehehehhe...." I mumble, placing the now empty cup on the counter. The alcohol goes to my head, making me a little dizzy, as the man still stays at my side.

"HEY! WAITER!" The guy yells, the bartender approaching us with caution, "Get this fine lady a refill, on me."

"N-No I shouldn't be drinking that much. I still have to drive home and I need to finish my-" I ramble, his raspy voice cutting me off.

"I insist." He flashes a crooked smile, showing his yellowed teeth, shooing the waiter off with the glass.

"Well, I'm Doug. I come here e'rey night around this time, but what brings you in these parts at this time of night?"

"I was um... Coming here to..." I stutter, not wanting to reveal any personal information as the dude seems like a complete stalker and attracted to younger women.

"She was coming here to meet me." A masculine voice says from behind the man. I turn around to be faced with a guy around my age, who wears a friendly smile. I smile back at him and wait for his response.

"She's my girlfriend. Known each other since college, right?" He smirks, winking. I play along as I mentally thank him for getting me out of this awkward situation.

"Y-Yes. Right. I was heading back from work when he called me to talk here."

The Doug man backs off as the new guy flashes an angry glare, his jacket showing his six pack. I stare at him in awe; Perfect hair, perfect body...

"Sorry. He looked like he was pestering you." He murmurs, gesturing the waiter over, "Can I get the usual?"

"Are you two... together?" He asks, smirking to the new guy, "Because you ordered the same thing... And I thought it was coincidence but now you, Aaron, and this girl, ..."

"Aphmau."

"BOTH A'S! You two, order milkshakes with a cup of rum."

"Dante, calm down. I was just getting her out of a bad situation," The supposed Aaron dude talks, "Besides, it's not like she ordered hot wings and mozzarella sticks like I do..."

"W-With honey mustard on the side?" I say, completely stunned we have the same taste in food. We both stare at each other, speechless.

"A-And sometimes you dip the mozzarella stick in the extra hot wing sauce so it's tastes spicier?" He repeats, his mouth ajar.

"Wow...." Is all I can say.

"We are the same..." He smiles, and I smile back. The waiter returns with the drinks and food as we chat all night, no care in the world.

Eventually we began meeting there, leading to dates, leading to boyfriend and girlfriend, eventually moving in together, and lastly, getting married.

It's weird how the world works in spectacular ways. It's especially weird when you're married to your real best friend, all from an accident at a bar where we were just playing pretend.

~

Me no like Aarmau, but me write Aarmau ;-;

Also, I've been writing a lot of x Aphmau's... Oh well.

~Riley