Emo Boy Goes to McDonalds

Emo Boy Goes to McDonalds.

Burgers- the grease, the sauce, oh my god. It's too much. I can't even stand thinking about them.

It was a normal Wednesday morning. The gang was going to McDonalds. It was basically their weekly ritual at this point. I was sat outside waiting for everybody to come. 8:10am. On time is late, so here I was.

I looked to my right to see a tall, pale man around 20 or so holding a large cheeseburger. It was layered in grease. The man slowly moved the burger into his white teeth and bit down. Sauce and grease oozed out of the tan and fluffy bun. I couldn't help myself.

Fuck everybody else. I ran into McDonalds at the speed of light. I pushed aside a Cole's boy who was about to order.

"Can I have a cheeseburger?" I shouted at the cashier.

They were too done with their life to care about the fact that I had just pushed in line. The cashier quickly pushed some buttons on the register.

"$3.80" they said to me as I pulled out a fiver.

I chucked the bill on the counter and told the cashier to keep the change. They handed me a receipt with the number '69'written on it. Nice.

I was about to sit down on the cold, leather stool when I heard somebody call "Order 69."

I ran up to the counter and grabbed the paper bag. I ran to the bathroom door. I looked to see Jackson coming through the door.

He gave me a confused look, but I had better things to do, much better things.

I ran into one of the small stalls and locked the door. I tore open the paper bag and unwrapped the cheeseburger.

There it was, glorious. The brown patty leaked grease all over the lettuce and tomato sauce. The pickles stand proud, holding up the small bun. I heard a bang on the door.

"Emo boy! Stop getting off to burgers!" Jackson yelled from outside the door.

"Yeah you simp!" Everybody else yelled in unison.

I ignored them and picked up the burger. It was warm and the grease jumped onto my fingers. I ran a circle around the bun with my finger.

Carefully I held the bun to my lips before kissing it softly. I followed on by gently taking a small bite.

I moaned gently, I couldn't help myself. I heard somebody chuckle from outside. This burger was honestly one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

I knew I had a job to do. I wanted to satisfy this burger as much as I possibly could.

I leaned in to take another bite of the burger. I felt a pickle squeeze between my teeth. Pickles have a very distinct taste.

I didn't know if it was just the burger or was it hot in the bathroom stall?

"Eamon! Stop fucking the goddamn burger!" Elliot yelled as she banged on the door.

I ignored Elliot. She didn't understand my urges. I wanted this. I needed this. The amount of pleasure is extremely insane.

I looked at the burger before taking another bite. I had eaten more than half. I threw my head back and moaned. Fuck. This was better than I remembered.

Everybody standing outside the door were extremely uncomfortable, but who cares. I was having fun and that's all that matters.

I knew I could finish this bad boy in one last bite. It would be hard, but I could do it.

I stared at the burger with dark eyes. I opened my mouth as wide as I could before shoving the burger down. I swallowed, but too soon.

The burger was in my throat. I felt pressure on it. It refused to go down. I coughed- it was my natural reflex. I coughed again and again and again.

"Eamon- are you okay?" Maddie asked.

"Eamon?" Janne yelled while trying to find a way to open the door.

Shit. This was the day I die. I'm going to die an emo burger loving virgin. How are they going to tell my family? My peers?

There was nothing I could do.

I heard my name yelled multiple times by various people. My head throbbed from the lack of oxygen. It was made worse by all the banging on the door.

The door crashed open. I was a woman open my mouth and look down my throat.

she

can't

save

me

Nobody can.

My vision faded slowly as I saw my life slowly flash before me. I saw my parents, my friends, my family. The burger.

I didn't think I would go this way, but it's too late. What's done is done.

I slowly drifted into a void. I was at peace. I felt the calmest that I had been in my entire existence. Everything is okay. Everything is fine.

McDonald's is love,

McDonald's is life.