Hello guys. I realized after I published this that I forgot to add an author's note. Also, I edited some stuff, and took some stuff away. I forgot to mention this too, that this is for StarCrossedLovers1001's first (1.) contest. Thanks so much for reading this, and enjoy the story!

Twenty-one year old Natalie Kabra fluffed her perfect, shiny butt-length hair. It caught the light in all the right places, creating a shine that other girls envied. Natalie, of course, knew this, and loved to torment them by playing with her hair, twisting it, flipping it, smoothing it, causing a sigh of jealously to burst from around the room.

Natalie's life should have been perfect. It wasn't. This week she had to go meet up with the Cahill brats to discuss business. Actually, Amy and Ian were discussing important stuff. She and Dan would probably end up arguing their time away, making foolish bets, which she, of course, always won.

She looked over to where her brother, Ian, was sitting. His handsome face was turned towards the sun, highlighting his perfect profile. Natalie sighed. Both she and Ian were so beautiful, sometimes it was hard to deal with all the attention they got.

Ian had a whole harem of girls, and as soon as he arrived anywhere, some of them would show up, begging him for some attention. His life was so hard. He hated the attention.

Natalie, on the other hand, loved any attention. She too had a whole harem of boys, if you could call boys a harem. They groveled for her attention, which she grudgingly gave them. If she fluttered her eyelashes at them, she could hear their knees starting to give.

However, for all the attention she got, she wasn't really happy with it. It made her feel happy for a while and then that feeling passed, like a breath of cool wind on a stifling summer day.

"Dear sister." Ian said, breaking off her train of thought. "We've arrived." Ian got out and went around to open Natalie's door.

However, before he could get to it, the door was flung open, and a red face was stuck inside the car. "Oh my gosh! Cobras are here! RUN, AMY RUN!" Dan screamed the last part so loud that Natalie could feel her eardrums protesting.

"Daniel." She said calmly. "Really, what are you doing?"

"Hi, Nat! It's D-A-N, Dan, got it?"

"It's Natalie, fine Dan..." Natalie could hear Dan's sigh of relief. She smiled. "...iel."

Dan glared at her. Natalie shrugged it off and flounced inside the stupid restaurant they were meeting at.

Amy and Ian were already deep in conversation when they got inside, so it looked like they'd have to make do by themselves. "Hey, you wanna go do something else?" Dan asked.

"Sure Daniel. Alright. Let's go. Where do you suggest?"

"Oh," Dan said, innocently. "I have the perfect spot. I know you'd love it."

"You mean you guys have Prada in America?"

"Not quite Prada, much more fun." Dan said.

That was how Natalie Kabra got to spend all evening in a video game arcade. Wonderful.

oO0Oo

Amazing. Dan had actually gotten Natalie to do something he wanted to do. Normally his time hanging out with Nat consisted of shopping, getting nails and hair done, and eating at some fancy restaurant where the food had stupid names like Hours De Vuers or something.

Natalie loved it, and he hated it. Now he was loving it and she was hating it. He couldn't help but think that it was perfect.

"Nat?" He asked. Natalie was sitting in a chair, watching him kill zombies.

"What?" She snapped.

"I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

"I never thought you'd ask!" Natalie said, jumping out of her chair.

Dan smiled inwardly. Time to introduce Natalie to American food. "Alright!" He said, jumping up and pumping his fist in the air. His black converse hit the ground running. "C'mon!" He yelled.

Natalie teetered after him in her Prada heels. Or maybe Armani. Or maybe Ralph Lauren. He wasn't quite sure. I need to get her some real shoes! He thought, glancing down at his converse. Maybe some bright pink? Yeah, that should do it. He'd have to get her some bright pink converse before she left.

By the time Natalie reached the car, he had it running. "Let's bounce!" He said, and tore out of the parking lot.

oO0Oo

"Where are you taking me?" Natalie asked Dan.

Dan smiled. "You'll find out when we get there. It's really good stuff. I know you'll love it."

"Really?" Natalie sighed dreamily, "I hope they have some good shrimp salad, topped with finely shredded almonds and a sprinkling of fresh cilantro."

Dan tried not to gag. "Oh, this place is much better." He said. I hope she won't kill me. He thought.

He pulled into the McDonalds parking lot and hopped out. Natalie sat in stunned silence.

"What?" She roared. "Where are you taking me?"

"This place." Dan said, motioning at the small fast food place.

"But it looks so...so...primitive." Natalie said.

"Boy, you are naïve aren't you?" Dan asked. So far his plan was going better than he'd thought. Obviously she'd never heard of the place, McDonalds.

"Do you even know what naïve means?" Natalie asked suspiciously.

"Nope!" Dan answered, grinning at her.

Natalie shook her head. "Well, let's get this over with. Dining with you is so humiliating. You didn't even know what fork to use with the fourth course!"

Dan gulped. She's complaining about me not knowing what fork to use. I hate to see her reaction when she finds out this place usually doesn't give you a fork. He cringed.

"Alright. Let's go." Natalie said, finally getting out of the car.

Oops. Dan thought. Natalie had wanted him to open the door for him.

He held the door for her as they walked in. Natalie wrinkled her nose at the dirty floor.

"What kind of place is this?" She hissed.

Dan shrugged. "They serve really good food. I'll order for you. I know just what you'll like."

"Really?" Natalie said dreamily.

Dan couldn't help but notice the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled. It was really cute. He led her to a booth and sat her down. Then he went up to the counter to order.

It was surprisingly quiet for a McDonalds. Normally there were people going in and out, but today there was only one old guy in a corner. Dan stepped up to the counter and ordered and burger and a salad for both of them.

For whatever reason, he found himself asking if they could put finely chopped almonds on the top of the salad.

The staff member looked at him irritated. "Sir, we are a fast food restaurant. If you want finely chopped almonds, go somewhere else."

"Sheesh. Just asking." Dan held up his hands in surrender. "Oh, and I know this is going to sound really weird, but take lots of time cooking the order, Kay?"

The guy did a double take. "Uh, sure, whatever."

Dan walked back to where Natalie was sitting. "Crap." He said, and turned around, "Oh also, could you bring out our drinks? And wash the stain off your apron."

The guy looked seriously annoyed. Dan held up a twenty dollar bill, and the guy smiled. "Sure."

"Take your time." Dan said.

As he walked back to the table, his thoughts churned in his mind. Why the hell am I trying to hard to impress Natalie with American food? Normally I would order them to burn the burger, but today I went to no expense to try to impress her with a normal McDonalds. Dan was quite confused.

Ok people, please tell me what you think. Also, there is two days left to join my contest..