Fries with Ketchup

- He's into the fancier things in life. She's into fries. So he just has to deal with eating at McDonalds. Slight Ian/Amy. -

"Why are we here at this... this sanctuary of all things filthy when we could be at a nice, formal, clean restaurant?" Ian questioned, looking around in disgust at the people stuffing their faces with burgers and gulping down soda.

"Because I like fries," she answered simply, walking over to the line.

He followed her, falling into step beside her. "And what are 'fries'?"

Amy gaped at him. "How could you not know about fries?"

He shrugged. "I am usually... treated to the finer things in life." Such as not waiting in line, he thought to himself as he looked at the line in horror.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, fries are potatoes chopped in small, thin slices, then fried."

Ian stared at her in horror. "And these 'fries' are supposed to be good?" he asked incredulously.

She rolled her eyes again. She seemed to have been making a habit of this ever since she started hanging out with Ian. "You'll see."

Doubt it, he thought, imagining the fries as greasy, small, fat pieces of potatoes fried. He shuddered at the thought.

She ordered two medium fries, two hamburgers, and two sodas. "Can you go get the ketchup?"

"Ketchup?" he repeated, confused.

She sighed. "Never mind... just stay here and wait for out order."

She walked over to the stand and grabbed packets of ketchup. She loves ketchup and fries. She walked back to Ian, who had a horrified expression all over his features. She bit back a giggle.

"What's wrong?"

"Is that what you ordered?" he asked, pointing to the tray of food lying on the counter.

She sighed. "Yes." She grabbed the tray and started finding a seat.

"And it's supposed to be food?" he asked.

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, sitting down in a booth.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" she screamed, everyone looking at her. She blushed, sinking down into her seat. "Now stop asking."

He breathed in. "Fine, fine."

"Now eat," she said, motioning to the food. She started opening up the ketchup and squirting it onto the fries. Ian watched in disgust but didn't say anything. She lifted a french fry with ketchup on it, and took a bite out of it. "Well?"

He had to admit, watching her eat was entrancing. He could sit there all day watching her.

"Well what?" he asked, dazed.

She sighed and grabbed a fry. "Eat it," she ordered, handing it to him.

He grabbed it hesitantly, stared at it, then at Amy, then back at the fry. He slowly brought it to his mouth and took a bite out of it. And to his surprise, he loved it.

"Good?" she asked, excited.

He nodded, grabbing another one out of the carton.

"Okay, so here's your hamburger," she said, handing him the burger.

He took it and put it down in front of him. "And what's a hamburger?"


A/N: My second 39 Clues fanfic :) And I like it. Not that long... but oh well. I was eating In-N-Out fries, and I got the idea xD So I hope you enjoy!