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Keeley handed the cashier a twenty dollar bill to pay for the fried food her and Nicky were about to devour. The girls studied the red and white striped, paper hat as it was gradually sliding off the man's head. After gathering the proper amount of change, Nicky and Keeley stood to the side of the food booth awaiting the greasy treats. Considering it was the last night of the county fair, why not go out with a bang?

"Eighty three!" The woman at the pick-up window of the booth called their number.

Nicky walked to the window and collected their food. She turned with a massive grin on her face, clearly ecstatic to eat the fried Oreos and chili fries.

Keeley grabbed the Oreos from her friend. The chocolatey aroma floated up into her nostrils causing her mouth to automatically water.

They made their way to the tables scattered throughout the grass. Most of the tables were vacant because the night was soon coming to a close.

"I'm thinking the chili fries first, then the Oreos." Nicky stated, coming up with a strategy.

Keeley grabbed a fry making sure the perfect ratio of cheese and chili was occupied on the potato. They cheered their french fries together and popped them into their mouths. Both pairs of eyes widened in amazement.

"Oh my god." Nicky closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the table.

Keeley reached for four in one bite- not caring they were in public and people could see her. As for Nicky, she went for as many that could fit. A couple stuck out of her mouth while she chewed.

The two teenage girls ate in silence savoring every bite. By the time they were finished, Nicky was sweeping up all of the remaining chili in the paper bowl with her finger.

Keeley's phone beeped again. "Zach?" Nicky asked after wiping her mouth with the tan napkin.

"Yeah, he's demanding that I get a different ride home."

"What? Another girl he's trying to have sex with?"

Keeley nodded, "Bianca."

"Of course," Nicky shook her head side to side. "Obviously I don't mind driving you home."

Two tables down a deep voice shouted, "Get your ass over here!" which caused Keeley to turn around to look at who the yelling was coming from.

The boys were football players who attend Crosswell high school, their school's (and Keeley's brother's) biggest rivals. She rolled her eyes and turned back to her best friend.

"I don't think Zach gets all of the crap I do for him. I wish I kept track of how many times he's drunkenly called me at two in the morning to pick him up at a stupid party."

Nicky could see the obvious frustration in her best friend's behavior. "He's lucky that you do put up with his shit. Hopefully senior year puts him in his place and he comes to senses with his responsibilities."

"Please," Keeley scoffed, "It's going to be much worse. Considering he's going to have his own personal freshman servant."

"If only that poor kid could drive and pick him up when he's too intoxicated to drive. I don't understand how you haven't chopped Zach's balls off yet. If he woke me up that often he would no longer be able to sleep with all of his groupies." Nicky said out of astonishment.

"Trust me, I've thought about it on my way to pick him up."

"MILF alert!" one of the obnoxious football players shouted. Which caused Keeley to roll her eyes.

"Anyways," Keeley changed the subject, "My body is ready for these Oreos."

Nicky didn't take any time to reach for the deep fried cookie.