Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon; I'm simply using the characters for my and my muse's entertainment. Not do I own or have anything to do with (other than buying their food) McDonald's or Wendy's.

Do I Know You? by Yaoi Girl

"I swear, Tai, if you put a microscopic scratch or dent in her, I'll..."

"Don't worry, Yama! I drove all the time in America. And I'm a good driver! See, I'm still alive," he teased as he shut the driver's side door, Yama hesitantly sitting in the passenger's side before closing his door, looking his best friend over quizzically. "I really am a good driver. The only accident I had was when I was leaving from Wendy's, where I had a part time job, and accidentally dropped my coke. I accidentally hit the gas when I reached down to grab it and nailed my friend's tail-light. Luckily he didn't turn it in to the insurance company because his car's a piece of crap anyway, but I still had to pay quite a bit for repairs on 'mom's' vehicle."

"I swear..." he stared again, glaring at Taichi as the new information processed through his mind.

"Jesus tap-dancing Christ! Calm down, Yama!" he said with a sigh as he put the car into gear, pulling out of the bank parking lot they had stopped in to pull a Chinese fir drill.

They were always surprised that the window people at this McDonald's didn't know who it was by now. Taichi always made one of his friends take him at least once every two weeks to prank them, and this one for a reason.

Most McDonald's have the drive through you have to go straight through, with no other means of escape, but this one did. It had a huge back parking lot that lead off to a side road.

"Don't these people have home lives?" Taichi asked in amusement, indicating the three other cars ahead of them in the drive-thru.

Once they got down to one car ahead of them, they both laughed to get it all out ahead of time, which never worked for Yamato. He had to cover his mouth with both hands as they pulled up to the speaker to keep from being heard.

"Welcome to McDonald's. May I help you?"

Taichi, with a straight face, pulled his best American hillbilly accent and replied. "Yeah, I'd like uh...an Egg McMoo-fin."

Apparently, the person working window knew enough English to understand what he was saying, and replied to him in English. "I'm sorry, sir. A what?"

"An Egg McMoo-fin."

"Egg McMuffin?"

"Yeah. That's what I been sayin'. Can't ya hear me, boy?"

"Um, that's on the breakfast menu. We're only serving dinner right now."

"Okay...then how 'bout a Breakfast Bur-ai-toe."

"Burrito?"

"Yeah. Don't you understand me?"

"Those are also on the breakfast menu, sir," the male replied, not irritated in slightest which surprised Taichi.

"Hang on just a second," he said, then turned to the bright red Yamato, who was still trying to keep from laughing. "He must be new."

All the blonde could do was nod in response as he kicked his feet as quietly as he could on the floor board, tears in his eyes.

"Okay. Are there eggs in the salads?"

"Yes..." he replied, naming off other things in the salad as well.

"Couldn't you just take the eggs out and put them on a sanwich?"

"No, sir."

"Well, then. What was the point of my comin here? All I wanted was an Egg McMoo-fin."

And then he sped out of line and towards the back exit, Yamato and himself bellowing with laughter.

"Where'd you learn to speak like that?" the blonde laughed a few miles down the road as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Just something I picked up," the brunette smiled. "When we did this in America, Cory sounded like an Indian person, you know, like the guy on the Simpson's that works at the Kwik-E-Mart?"

"You'd have to throw me out of the car for that one. There's NO way I could keep myself from laughing then."

"Where to now?"

"Excuse me? You better just pull over and let me drive."

"No way. The only place I'm stopping is at a red light, and that's only if there's cars."

"WHAT?!"

"You're not supposed to stop at STOP signs," he teased, the blonde falling for it. "It stands for 'spin tires on pavement' not stop as in brake check."

The blonde went pale.

"I'm only kidding, Yama. Lighten up! I know how much this car means to you. After all," he said, smiling slyly while watching the road. "We had our first date in this car."

"That wasn't even an official date. It was because we lost that bet to the girls. And I absolutely refuse to sit in the backseat," he said with a shudder, his normal color returning.

"Why's that?"

"Didn't you see Sora and her boyfriend back there?"

"Well, yeah. They were the ones that made sure we went on a date and didn't kill each other."

"That's not what I'm talking about. There were back there making out and I seen wandering hands...some underneath the clothes," he said, officially grossed out at the memory.

"Can you say, disgusting?"

"Exactly." He shuddered again while making a gagging noise.

"You never answered me."

"About what?"

"Where are we going now?"

"We could go rent some games and movies. Other than that, I don't have anything else for tonight."

"Games and movies it is! Um...where are we?"

Yamato groaned. "Stop the car."

Taichi smiled sheepishly as he pulled into an empty parking lot and got out and back into the passenger side.

Being a lot quicker than Yamato, and having shut the driver's side door for a reason, he shut his door and hit the automatic lock switch.

The blonde was barely half way across the front of the car when he heard the click. He instantly stopped and turned his head with a dark glare at the brunette sitting comfortably inside.

Taichi only smiled a wide, goofy grin.

Rolling his eyes, knowing Taichi wouldn't unlock the door anytime soon, he pulled out his wallet, pulling out a spare key.

He unlocked the door and Taichi pouted. "You're no fun."

"I'll keep that in mind later," Yamato said with a wicked smile as he pulled out of the parking lot and towards the rental place.

TBC

The car thing at Wendy's...my brother did that last week. But instead of him paying his friend, my mom did. $800 worth of damage to the friend's car and I don't know how much on my mom's blazer...^_^;; And they say I'm a scary driver. He's 16 and I'm 18! I may only have my permit (I know...I'm a lazy loser) but at least I go the speed limit and watch what the hell I'm doing, unlike him. The only thing I still have trouble with is backing up and turning. ^_^;;;;

The Jesus tap-dancing Christ thing came from my friend Stevie at school. He ran around saying it ALL the time!

All the things that Taichi said at McDonald's is what Cory said, but in the Indian voice. It was great!!! Hm...I'm going out with the herd tonight...maybe we'll get to do some cart corralling and more prank some more drive-thrus...I'm such a bad teenager...Mwhahahaha...ha..ha...Ahem.

Anywho, hope you liked!!! ^_______^