011. Faith
"Have faith in me!" Alfred said as he led me to who-knows-where.
"But I thought we were just going to go see a movie?"
"Well, I thought since you would probably be hungry that I could take you somewhere for dinner!"
"Really? That's sweet of you. Where are we going?" I asked as we got to the car.
"It's a surprise. You'll love it, I know I do!"
"Okay…"
"Welcome to McDonalds how can I help you?"
"Fast food? Really?" I asked as I looked at him.
"Well, yeah, it's the best food in the world!" the American replied.
I sighed. Maybe it won't be so bad. I started to look around as Alfred stepped up to the cash register to order.
"Can I have... fifty-seven cheeseburgers and a cheesebuger Mighty Kids meal?"
I stare at him as he looks over for my approval.
"Well, you don't look like you need much..." Alfred started as I walked up to him.
I smacked him and walked out the door, ready to go home. But then I realized another important thing.
He was my ride home.
Crap.
By the time I walk back in, the American has a seven trays full of the order and is walking over to a table.
Sighing in defeat, I walk over to him and sit down, not even looking at my tiny meal in front of me.
"Hey," Alfred starts as I look up at him with a concern glint in his eye.
"What?"
"Are you going to eat that?"
"..."
Taking that as a yes, he grabs the bag and starts to eat all of what was in there.
"You know-" munch, "I-" munch, "and he thought that-" slurp, "you know what I mean?"
"Sure?"
*Extended Ending*
"These are now freedom fries!"
Maybe it won't be so bad? Yeah, and maybe England's food taste amazing…
Author's Notes
Maybe I'm just being unpatriotic or something, but I don't like McDonalds that much. Even though I do love to eat cheeseburgers. :3
Guess it's all of the other things I am talking... Oh well.
R&R please!
