Carol of the Fast Food Restaurant
A bit AU! The boys haven't been discovered yet. Cargan if you squint.
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Carlos pushed random buttons on the cash register. It was an off night at the restaurant with it being Christmas Eve, but the boys were offered triple to take holiday shifts. Well, Carlos was having an off night; the drive thru was more crowded than one might think on Christmas Eve. Santa Claus must eat the greasy chicken. Carlos chuckled to himself… maybe that's why he's so fat!
Before the Latino could have a bored-out-of-his-mind self debate about Santa being fat or jolly, a familiar ringing noise distracted him. Carlos grinned cheekily and started half-singing/half-shouting in rhythm "Ding fries are done! Ding fries are done!"
Logan groaned rather obnoxiously before hissing like venom to his best friend, "Don't. Even."
Carlos simply giggled some more before hopping over the counter. "I gotta run! I gotta run!" he chanted while zig-zagging between tables.
Logan sighed before peeking out the window to hand a cheeseburger and French fries to the customer. In turn he received four ninety-nine. Logan smiled and called to the driver, "Happy holidays!" As soon as the car was out of sight, Logan scowled and fell to the ground dramatically. His friend popped out of nowhere holding a familiar triangular-prism shaped container. Getting quite close to the other boy's ear, Carlos belted: "Would you like an apple pie with that?"
Logan groaned before hopping up and pinning the Latino to a wall. "What did I say about singing that song?"
"Not to!" Carlos sneered into Logan's face, shoving the apple pie into his chest before scurrying away merrily singing, "I work at Burger King making flame broiled Whoppers. I wear paper hats!"
Logan was literally fuming, he tossed the apple pie to the side before speaking evenly and vaguely, "Carlos?" the boy popped out from behind the counter and hummed a response, amusement shone on his face. "Do you know the second verse to that song?" There was a time Logan had enjoyed that song, but he knew Carlos had only heard the version on Family Guy. Wonder and curiosity placed itself in the Latino's deep dark eyes. Logan smirked before grabbing Carlos by the head.
"Ow! Logan!" Carlos exclaimed while his best friend dragged him to where the fries were boiling.
"Don't bob for fries in hot fat -" Logan dunked Carlos' head in, "- it really hurts bad, and so do skin grafts." Letting go of his friend's head, Carlos submerged blubbering and crying. He nearly screamed. Logan put an arm around his friend and walked him to the car. "I'll drive you to the hospital." Carlos began sobbing.
Ding fries are done…
Don't worry. Carlos is okay, but he wears a helmet now to ensure that doesn't happen again. Hehe, I cannot get this song out of my head, and I thought it fits Carlos so well. I can just picture him in that Burger King uniform, and Logan getting annoyed is so typical. So here's to you having a Happy Holiday - no matter your religion. Even if you're Atheist, enjoy the Yuletide. (: