Author's Note: Hey! This is my first story so if you are reading this, please review! I accept degrading as well as encouraging comments. As always, I do not own the Marco, Rosie, or any of the characters in What to Expect. Most of the beginning, if not all, is from the movie.

Alexis,my co-worker and good friend, and I are working tonight at the Saturday Night Park Movie. It's a showing of Dirty Dancing. We aren't the only food truck here, however, there is one other truck, "The Big Pig", it's run by an old friend from high school, Marco. "The Cheese Monster" is our truck. There is a rush before the movie and we are still taking orders from some movie goers and passerby's.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" A voice penetrated the hustle and bustle noise from my customers.

"There's a line if you want to order," I say without looking up from the cash register.

"The only thing I'm ordering is for you stop serving bacon. Okay, pig's our turf." I look up and it's a famillar face, Marco, from high school.

"Oh my God, your turf?" I scoff. "Is this West Side Story? Are we gonna rumble at midnight?"

"You know what, maybe. I got a whole gang of back up dancers just waiting to go"

"Oh wow." I mean seriously? the nerve of Marco. What was his problem?

"Okay you're the cheese truck, so stick to cheese."

"Can I order now?" The woman at the front of the queue interjected impatiently but was quickly cut off again by Marco as he physically moved between her and the window.

"No, just give me one second, please!"

"That's funny, because I noticed that those jalapeño fritters that you guys are serving?" I fought.

"Are awesome, right? They're my invention, I made them." He said cockily

"They have ricotta cheese in them," I finished and began to taunt.

"Oh come on it's like a little bit of cheese. It's nothing compared to the bacon crutch you're propping these sandwiches up on." Marco retorted equally as childishly.

"They're paninis. They are grilled peach and blue cheese paninis with a DASH of bacon. Also awesome, also my invention." I turn my back to the window hoping that Marco would leave. instead he walked around to the side door and continued to talk.

"Alright you wanna go? Let's go. Your special against my special, whoever sells the most tonight wins."

"Fine." I say.

"Fine. Alright, if I win you have to have a drink with me. And if you win you may have three drinks with me."

I roll my eyes and shake my head. Just like high school. I thought to myself. "That's cute, so you can stand me up again? No thank you."

"That was like, five years ago. But that's sweet that you still remember that, I'm impressed Rosie. I'll see you in the field, alright." Having issued his challenge, Marco started to walk back towards his own truck.

"It doesn't keep me up nights!" I assured him leaning out the window to call after him.

" Sure!"

"Who's that?" my co-worker, Alexia, asked.

"This guy from high school. Total player." Rosie replied, taking a sip from her water bottle. Her tone of voice did not even try to hide the distain she had for Marco.

"I'd play with that," Alexia mused as she watched Marco retreating to his truck.

"Ew don't be gross, don't be that girl." I screwed the lid onto my bottle and set it down on the bench before hurrying back to work. There is no way he will beat me , I will show him. It was a very fast couple of hours since the bet. I, being the kind of person that doesn't like to lose, was aggressive to my customers. Being a competitor at heart, my fight ends with order sheets after everyone had gone home. A total of $249 is now in my hands, all from the pinnas. I walk into his truck without invitation with my wad of cash with me.

"Read them and weep, Marco." I say as a put the bills down on the table like poker chips.
A grin spread over Marco's face as he turned to the cash register. When he turned back around he was holding a wad of cash, much bigger than I pile had been. He didn't even have to say anything, I was defeated. She angrily snatched up the money from the bench and jumped down from the truck.

"I'll keep up my end of the bet because I'm a woman of my word. But don't think this changes anything between us Marco – I still hate you." I turn and stormed back towards the truck, leaving Marco smirking.
Ten minutes later, the food truck was finally clean and ready for transport. I slam the back doors and banged on them twice to let Alexia know she was good to go. As the truck pulled away, Marco appeared from behind it. A grin spread over his face.

"I win." He held up four beers which he held in both his hands; three for me and one for him.

"Shut up," I hiss and punch him in the arm. Grabbing a drink from him, I soon took a sip immediately. "Okay let's get this over with."

A/N: Now that you have had the first chapter, do you want me to do more? R/R please!