Daddy (Ashton Irwin)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

After the guys were done doing whatever the hell they did at the beach, we got dressed and went shopping.

"Where do you want to eat?" I asked as I put my bags in the back seat next to Caleb.

"B dubs." He said as I got in the car again.

"Really Sandwich? Of all places you choose b dubs?" I said looking at him.

"Yup."

"B dubs?" I asked Blake and he nodded.

"B dubs it is." I said starting the car and driving.

"What'd you get anyways?" Caleb asked from the back seat.

"Stuff." I shrugged.

"Alright Miss Secretive. I didn't wanna know anyways."

About ten minutes later, we pulled into the restaurant parking lot. When we walked in, we were immediately greeted.

"Welcome to Buffalo Wild Wings." A guy said. "Three of you?"

I nodded and he grabbed menus and took us to a table.

"My name is Jordan, I'll be taking care of you today. Can I start you off with some drink?"

"I'll have water." I said.

He wrote that down before asking my brothers what they wanted.

"Alright. I'll be right back with those." He said and walked away.

"I don't like that guy." Caleb said.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because he was practically drooling over you."

"Stop being so paranoid, Sandwich." I said rolling my eyes.

"It's weird that you still call me Sandwich."

"Why?"

"Because I was a sophomore when you started calling me that."

"So?"

"So, six years ago I fell down in the hallway and your friend thought that I was a sandwich. Six years."

"And then you went as a sandwich for halloween that year. Just face it, you'll always be sandwich to me."

Before he could reply, our waiter came back, setting down our drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" He asked.

"We still need a minute." I said politely.

"Alrighty then. Take your time."

"We will Ace." Caleb said rudely.

Jordan looked confused, but walked away.

I glared at Caleb.

"What?" He shrugged.

"Ace? Are you serious?"

"He said alrighty then."

"I know what he said."

"He's Ace Ventura, Pet Detective."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're fucking stupid."

We looked at the menus before knowing what we wanted, and when Jordan came back, we ordered.

"So, does your job pay well?" Blake asked.

"Yeah. I get twenty dollars an hour and I work ten hours a day, five days a week."