𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 - fugio fanfic

chapter five

pannacotta fugo;;

no matter how long me, guido, narancia have been friends, i would have never seen the day where i broke down in front of them.

but i guess today was that day.

i was sitting in the passenger seat, guido was driving, and narancia was in the back seat. well, more like in between guido and i, his head peaked through the gap between guido and i's seats.

"...and now, im fucking homeless. i'd say today was quite the experience, huh?" i sniffed and wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

i sat up a bit, where my back wasn't touching the chair, "god, what morons! why would they kick me out! i mean, i was already taking anger management classes and going to therapy! is that not enough! i mean, im bound to have another fucking outbursts, like-"

i was cut off by guido, "fugo. breathe." he instructed.
i slumped back down, "sorry." i apologized.

narancia spoke up, "yeah, fugo! don't even worry about this mess! you can move it with me! my parents would love for you to live with us!" he smiled.
i turned to narancia, "i dont have a choice, do i?"
he smiled, "nope!"

i softly smiled and turned back around, "well, thanks, narancia. i don't think it'll be too bad."

i exhaled sharply and turned my head over to look outside the window and stared at the field we passed by.

in the reflection of the window, i could see guido and narancia share a look and both smirk at each other.

"hey, nara, you happen to know what time it is?" he asks, trying to hold back laughter.

"i think i do, guido. im pretty sure it's... time for mcdonald's.." i feel both of their eyes on me and can already tell that have taunting smiles on their faces.

me and mcdonald's have a weird relationship. once, they gave me food poisoning and i swore to never eat there again.

i ate there the next week.

and everytime one of us is upset, we have to get them mcdonald's. its an unspoken rule.

they both clear their voices to start the mandatory yelling we do for getting mcdonald's,

"who wants mcdonald's!?" they both yell,

it goes quiet, the both have smiles printed on their face. the silence shows they are waiting for an answer.
i sigh and smile a bit, "i want mcdonald's." i reply, and they both start screaming a couple 'woo hoo's and 'yeah!'s

— time skip

and there we are.

parked in a random field. sitting in the bed of narancia's dad's truck. eating big macs and drinking some soda we also got from mcdonald's. the sun is setting.

it cant get much better than this.

guido takes a sip of his drink and then eyes the cup, "guys, why is mcdonald's sprite so... spicy?"

"no way. let me try." narancia orders, guido hands him his drink and narancia tries it and widens his eyes, "dude! you're right!" he exclaims.

i scoff, "probably your backwash, guido." i reply. narancia shook his head "nope, i know what his backwash tastes like, and its not that." narancia confirms.

i furrowed my brows, "you're both so disgusting its almost endearing."

i took a bite out of my burger, which was disgusting.
truly, i dont know why i still get mcdonald's. its disgusting.