I fell in Love With Mickey Mouse
(literally)
Chapter # 38
Confessions at Mcdonalds
I layed back in my seat and glanced out the window. As he drove off I
noticed the trees transforming into stop lights and pedestrians.
Questions, I had a lot of questions in my head right now. One, why and
how many times has he been arrested? Two, what did he have to do
with the cop's daughter? Three, what was the point of running around like this? I mean, couldn't we just stay inside that majestic balcony? Why on earth did we have to come all the way to this park just to eat some fried chicken and powdered donuts. Another thing I didn't understand was why I was putting up with this. Why didn't I just tell him that I thought he was disgusting and rude? Why didn't I want to tell him? I had no problems with confronting people, so why was it so difficult for me to confront Micheal?
"Drive-thru or sit-in?" He casually asked as we drove into the parking lot.
"Sit-in." I answered.
I wasn't the biggest fan of drive-thrus. I didn't like eating in a car. It was very problematic for me. I had to put my drink in the holder and fries in my other hand while I ate my burger. We got out of the car and walked towards the entrance. It was like 1 am now so I doubted that there would be anyone there. But, I was dumbfounded when I spotted that nearly every table was taken. As if that wasn't bad enough, all of them were guys. Seriously, all of them. There were only 2 ladies, one of them was working and the other one was me. My stomach sank as I realized all of the atention was on me. I clutched unto Micheal's arm and walked to the register with him. It would be fair to think that Micheal would be pretty intiminated being surrounded by all these men. However, Micheal was very confident and approached the cashier with a bright smile.
"Hi, can I get a bic-mac, large fries and large drink." He ordered.
The cashier put in the order and smiled at Micheal completely ignoring me.
"What would you like Ella?" He asked without breaking eye contact with the cashier.
Oh, my, God, how could someone be such a ducheee bag? I looked at the cashier to see if she was prettier than me and I could honestly say she wasn't. She had a huge nose, her lips were paper thin, and her chin was longer than her freaking face. But, yet my dumb a$$ boyfriend was looking at her like she was a goddess. There was no way that Micheal was into her, how could he be into her? I mean eww. I usually see the bright side of people but this situation made that very difficult for me.
"Same, I'm going to the bathroom." I said as I let go of his arm and rushed to the bathroom.
I quickly closed the door and glanced at the body sized mirror stuck on the wall next to the sink. Wow, I never looked so hot in my life. My dress was unevenly ripped at my thighs which made my legs look long and silky. The top of my dress looked classy and fancy along with my smooth skin. Though my eyeliner was smudged a bit, my make up still looked good. Altough, it was my red and black converse and my wildly messy hair made the entire package. Wow, I looked like Kristen Stewart and Nicole Scherzinger had a baby and that baby was me. Now, it was all coming together; Micheal wasn't into the cashier. He was just trying to show me that he was the top dog and it didn't even matter if all those guys were staring at me. Well guess what Micheal? Two can play that game. I thought as I boldy stepped out of the bathroom. Without giving Micheal a glance, I walked to the higgest table in the center of the restaurant. I sat down and crossed my legs while slightly hanging them out towards the guys who had obviously noticed my entrance.I didn't want to do anything too nasty so I rested my jaw on my hand and calmy waited for Micheal. After a twenty second wait, I snuck a look at Micheal with the corner of my eye and it made me furious to see the cashier giggling and twirling her hair. I took a deep breath and thought about what I should do next. As I heard foot steps, I realized that appearently I didn't have to do much.
"Hey there." Oh my goodness this guy was fine. His skin was gold and smooth glowing under his dark curly hair. His eyes were spooky black.
"Hi." I smiled, I had completely forgotten about Micheal now.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Ella and yours?" I asked.
"Trey Dawson, nice to meet you Ella." He shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you too." I smiled.
He bit his lips and flashed a cricked smile. Before sweet Trey got a chance to say anything else Micheal approached the table with our food. He calmy placed the tray on the table and glared at Trey.
"Micheal this is Trey, I just met him." I cheerfully said.
"Micheal, nice to meet you." Trey politely raised his hand to shake Micheal's but Micheal declined the shake.
Trey awkwardly took his hand to the back of his neck.
Christina*
Rebellion