A/N:
Sorry I haven't posted for a couple days my cousin spent the night with me and she's really awesome soo.. yeah. Sorry!
I don't own McDonald's.
Blake's POV
Nico was suprisingly warm. He made a very good pillow. I was shocked that he let me lay on his chest to sleep. He doesn't exactly seem like the cuddling type of guy.
I'm stoked that Nico's taking me to McDonald's! The last time I ate there was before my mom left and she took me there for my birthday (I was like five, okay?). And he actually gave me a hug! It wasn't exactly the best hug, but if I had to guess, he probably doesn't give out too many hugs.
At the moment, we're making our way to McDonald's in awkward silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement. As I turn my head, I see a stray dog.
"Awwe!" I coo, crouching down and patting my legs. "Here doggie!"
"Blake, no." Nico warns. His voice had a hard edge.
"What, are you afraid of dogs or something?" I tease.
I see Nico pull out.. a stick? And he lunges forward, smacking the dog with it a few times. I don't know where the poor thing went. It seems like it just disappeared.
"Nico! Why did you do that?! It wasn't doing anything!" I shouted, shocked and somewhat angry.
"That wasn't a dog."
"What are you talking about?! Of course it was a dog! And you just beat it half to death with a stick!"
"Trust me, that wasn't canine."
"Then what was it?"
"Nothing that you should be worried about right now. I may tell you later."
"Okay, whatever." This is wierd. I'm not quite sure what to think of it.
"McDonald's?" He asks, holding his arm out.
"McDonald's." I confirm, linking arms with him.
On the way to McDonald's I rethink everything that just happened, trying to make sense of it. Nico pulled a stick out of his.. jacket maybe? And beat a stray dog with it until it ran away. Then he tried to convince me that the dog wasn't actually a dog, and that I shouldn't be worried about a dog that is non-canine (confusing), and that he may tell me what the 'dog' actually is at some point. Nope. There's no way I can make even a little bit of sense out of that at all.
Finally were at McDonald's. Nico unlinks his arm from mine and opens the door.
"Ladies first."
"Why thank you, kind sir." I kid, at least he's a gentleman though.
"So! What are you gonna get?" He asks, gesturing to the menu above the counter.
"Hmm.. I'm not quite sure, what do you recommend?" I ask in a fancy-ish voice.
"Definitely a Big Mac, or if you're not hungry for a burger Chicken McNuggets." He answers, mimmicking the voice i had used.
"Thank you. I do think I will try the Big Mac."
"And to drink?"
"Most definitely root beer."
"Alright," he says. He then turns to the cashier. "We'll take two Big Macs with a root beer and a Coke."
"Would you like fries with that?" The cashier lady asks him.
He turns to me with an inquisitive look on his face. I nod.
"Yes, two...medium fries."
"Alright, that'll be $12.02 please." I almost cringe at the price. I know it's not much, but I don't have much either. Nico digs into his pocket and hands the lady the cash. Afterwards, we go and pick out a seat.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. " I tell him meaningfully. "I haven't had real food in forever."
He chuckles and looks at me, "you're welcome, but I wouldn't exactly call this real food."
"Whatever!" I play.
When we're done eating, we go to look for somewhere to stay. After what felt like hours of searching, we finally find an abandoned house. When we get settled in, we put on some music and sit on the mattress that we found propped up against a wall.