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A few hours later, we head home.

D'Angelo is too drunk to drive home so I am currently making sure the guest room is clean.

Once I know the room is decent, I lead D'Angelo to it.

He sits on the bed staring off into space.

"You hungry or anything D?" I asked leaning down infront of him.

D'Angelo looks at me and he smiles.

"I want some french fries, can we go get some fries?" D'Angelo asked.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Please?" He begs.

I giggle to myself before grabbing my car keys.

"Come on then," I smile.

D'Angelo happily follows me out the front door.

When we are in the car he doesn't even buckle his seatbelt.

I reach around him and grab the seatbelt pulling it around D'Angelo's body, buckling him up.

I make sure I'm buckled then I go to a McDonalds that's down the street from my house.

"Hello, welcome to McDonalds, order whenever you're ready!" A male voice says.

"Can I have a large fry," I say into the order box.

"Yes, will that complete your order?"

"Mhm." I say.

I pull up to the drive through and I hand the guy a five dollar bill.

He looks at me and he smiles.

I smile back.

"Have a nice day!" The guy says handing me my bag.

"Thanks, you too!" I hand the bag to D'Angelo and he grabs a fry.

"Gimme one!" I say.

D'Angelo puts a fry in my mouth.

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We make it back home and I take D'Angelo to the guest bedroom.

I take more of his fries and he frowns.

"Excuse you, I bought these for you! You better turn that frown upside down!" I eat some more fries.

D'Angelo laughs and we share the rest of the fries.

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