mcdonalds ↣ l.h.

fry?

i walked into mcdonalds and ordered my coke, like usual.

i turned to go sit at my table.

you took my table.

what the hell? it's like a unspoken fact, that table is mine.

everyone here knows it.

including you.

i stomped over to you and raised my eyebrows.

"hi." you smirked.

"what the hell do you think you are doing?" i questioned.

"well i'm eating some fries and enjoying myself. you?" he chuckled.

"smartass. get out of my table." i shooed him away.

"how about instead, we sit and have a meal together?" he asked.

"why would you want that?" i asked hovering over the tall boy. so this is what tall people feel like talking to a short person.

except the fact he was sitting down.

"well i want to get to know you, i guess. fry?" he said and stuck a fry at me.

"no thanks." i said and sat on the opposite side.

"just eat the fry." he smiled and nudged it closer to me.

"i don't want a fry." i said in a serious tone.

"yes you do."

"i don't want the fucking fry!" i slapped it from his hand.

it plopped on the floor and we watched it tumble.

"damnit, now I have one less fry to eat." he frowned.

"this is so weird." i shook my head and took a sip of my coke.

"i'm luke, and who would you be?" he asked and ate a fry.

"i'm mississippi, but you can call me missi." i sipped my coke.

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and that, kids is where babies come from.

-meggie