Dreamstate

6-McDonald's

My hands reach desperately for the three cheeseburgers and ten piece chicken nuggets Dillon ordered for me. I was so happy, not only am I getting fed deliciously fatty foods that Sarah is willing to buy once in a blue moon for the kids and I, but I got to order whatever I wanted! And guess who bought it for me?! My one and only Dillon. The Dillon McCoy. I would keep repeating that in my head if there wasn't food in front of me right now.

"Ah ah ah," Dillon tsks while raising the food so high in the sky that even if I jumped from the booths I wouldn't make it. Curse these short legs. If I eat more fatty goodness will they grow wider first or taller? I stop jumping like a puppy trying to get a treat from their owner, and pout at him. He smirks down at me, "what's the magic word?" he taunts.

His words catch me off guard. Did I not say "thank you"? I go over the past couple of minutes, and realized in the mist of my excitement and being able to order anything I want. Even though I only ordered what I was familiar with, the BigMac seemed a bit scary on the picture..delicious but scary, to my horror he was right. Appealed by my impulse actions, I quickly thanked him for everything he's done for me.

He didn't have to get tacos for Tristan and I. He didn't have to carry me out of the old lady's place. He didn't have to buy me McDonald's. He could've just left me anywhere, and be on his way. He wanted to do those things, willingly.

When it's time for you to make friends, you'll know who your true friends are, when they're willing to push through hell and back just to keep you by their side.

Sarah's words echoed in my mind after thinking over Dillon and Tristan's antics. Slowly I look up to see Tristan coming up behind Dillon and giving him a noogie, with Dillon still keeping my food up in the air. Are these my new friends?

I may not like some of the things the say or do, especially when I first met Tristan and when Dillon randomly glares at me or calls me "stupid girl". But actions speak louder than words, and all their actions mean good things. At least, I hope so.

The boys stop messing with each other long enough to catch me smiling like a goofy idiot at them. "Why are you smiling at us like that, silly girl." Dillon hand me my bag of food then messes up my hair by rubbing his hand over it repeatedly. I swat it away smiling.

"Hey, man! That's my girl you're messing with! Hands off!" Tristan cuts in. He pulls me close to him in a great big bear hug. I look over at Dillon, his smile has fallen, and he's glaring at Tristan again, but Tristan seems to be used to these looks and sticks his tongue out at his friend.

I feel bad, but then I realize that I'm their friend too, so I can fix this as much as break it depending on what I do next. I decide that I'd rather have these boys as my friends than anybody else, who else would jump into high traffic to save me? So I wiggle a little out of Tristan's embrace to hold his free hand and take Dillon's hand in my other hand while carrying my bag with my forearm to my stomach causing Dillon to come closer to accommodate me.

I smile cheekily at my new friends, my friends, "thank you," I tell them both sincerely. Dillon's smile comes back as he looks down at me, I look into his brown eyes and try to ingrain in my mind the kindness radiating off of it. Mentally, kicking the back of my mind trying to revive baby poop thoughts, and turn to Tristan to take in his freckled face that I could stare at for ages. "Thank you," I say again. "For everything," I tell them while squeezing their hands.