Friends will buy the lunch. Best friends will pretend they're buying lunch but steal your money to do it.
"You sure you really want to go to McDonalds? You said you were dieting."
"I never said that."
"Well you should've." Artemis glared at Robin's smirking face and wished she could see his eyes instead of sunglasses. "What? You've been saying that you thought you were fat, and then I said you were just fined and then you said that you needed to work out more because then you wouldn't have to diet and I quote 'I need my gosh darn cake' But of course with stronger words as Bruce would hate it if I swore."
Rolling her eyes, she knocked him upside the head and then turned to the menu. "Wally said he wanted five BigMacs, right, Wonder Boy?"
"Yeah. M'gann and Aqualad said to get them anything healthy and Superboy just grunted like usual so I'm guessing McNuggets."
"You got that from a grunt?"
"I speak fluent Kryptonian."
"Good to know."
"You guys ready to order yet?" A bored employee called from behind the counter.
"Yeah. Five BigMacs, two veggie salads, 20 piece McNuggets, one egg McMuffin and a McWrap. With 15 things of small fries."
"Will that be all?" The cashier was a bit too sarcastic for Artemis so she decided just to frown at him.
"Yeah."
"$62.98."
"You got it Rob?"
"Yep."
"ROBIN!"
"You're missing 62.98 dollars, huh?"
"YOU'LL BE MISSING A HAND SOON!"
Friends think saying I love you to each other is weird. Best friends will say it whenever they like. Even if you're in jail.
"You know... usually heroes are supposed to be on the other side of the bars."
"That is usually how it's supposed to work, yes."
"Then why are we on this side."
"Cause the police decided to chase us."
"Other then that, Baywatch."
Robin, Artemis, Wally and Zatanna all sat behind the bars of the GCPD. Robin had his sunglasses on so no one knew it was him. Couldn't get the rich boy rep soiled.
"You know I love you right, Rob?"
"Love you too, Walls."
"Love you Arty."
"Not falling into peer pressure."
Fake tears began to well up in the magician's eyes. "You don't love me?"
"Not what I said."
"SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME!"
"Come on Artemis! I could say I love you to Wally! And he's Wally!"
"Yeah!... WAIT-"
Now the police could say they've seen the most entertaining kids that weren't totally wasted.
Friends will knock on the door. Best friends will come in through the chimney.
M'gann was quietly humming as she bustled around in her Uncle J'onn's house, putting the cookies in the oven, hoping they would actually turn out right for Thanksgiving.
"M'gann? I'm heading out to see Mr. Kent and Mr. West. I'll be back in an hour."
"Yes Uncle."
She turned back to the kitchen as she heard the lock click and saw her uncle walk out from the window. After maybe 14 minutes, she heard a loud banging on the door. She spun quickly, her green complexion creeping onto her hands as she lost focus. Dismissing this, she pulled out a frying pan (weapon of warriors) and stalked up to the couch and crouched behind it. A black cloud of smoke burst from the chimney and two dirty figures rose up from the ash.
"Get back! I have a frying pan!"
"Hmm. Never though you could make that menacing of a sentence Miss M."
"Rob-"
"Yeah, didn't really feel like picking the lock so Connor and I went to the roof instead."
"You could have just called."
"Now where's the fun in that?"
