SO!

First of all...

I am NOT certain that I spelled Tusday correctly. Fail at spelling XD

NEXT!

I would like to thank ThreeDaysOtaku (even though they said not to give them credit) For letting me do this! She kinda quit writing this, so I am doing it instead!

Let's gooooooo...

DISCLAIMER- Angel, you do it. I don't wanna.

Angel- Am I in this story, and DeeDee doesn't own anything. Including the idea for this.

DeeDee- Thank you, Angel. And truthfully, I don't know if any other Flock members are coming in, they might not.

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

-Ignore-me-im-a-line-break-

Jeb was drunk. Again.

Jez, does he needa, like, go shit? He was bouncing around too much.

I ran outta that hell house like a puppy, if I had a tail, it would be between my legs at the moment. The drunk bastard was screaming some unknown words, and I am GLAD they were unknown, I wasn't in the mood to hear what he was yelling. My guess was something about calling the police.

Taco Bell- a two-minute walk from my house at a run, five at a walk, 8 when you're with friends. Not that I had any. They all thought I was, like, an emo because of the cuts on my arm from Jeb. They would never know.

Why the heck is this place open at 10:30? Well, hope that it's one of those 24/7 places. I thought. The door made that annoying beeeeeeeep as I walked in, and I wanted to kick the glass but thought they might not appreciate it. Yup, not one of my better days. But hey, my better days are when Jeb doesn't eat anything and I get his supper.

Some dude with long black hair pulled into a ponytail (The guy looked like girl!) was behind the counter. His nametag read Nick- I could think of a nickname for him. See, I have this habit of giving EVERYONE nicknames. Jeb is Drunk Bastard- not one of the more creative ones, but I don't get creative with Jeb. That could cost me my life.

"Dude behind the counter! Get me a... Cool Ranch Doritos Taco- no, scratch that, I want two," I barked. Poor guy looked really taken by all of that. DOntt judge on me getting two, I never get lunch on weekends and my supper is, at best, Jeb's leftovers. So, a girl's gotta eat.

I took one of those high tables near the front and banged my head on it. I had payed and gotten the change, so all I had to do was wait for the food. And not loose half my brain cells while waiting.

"Catch, Taco Girl," Dark-and-mysterious called, and two tacos hit the short wall in front of me.

"Shut up, Fangy," I growled. Hey, on-the-spot nicknaming! I was good!

"What the- how did you know that my nicknames Fang?" he yelped.

I shrugged, then stuffed my mouth full of the first taco.

glancing around, I realized something.

"Hew, eh haco hus-ay! I ge-ha wis-con-ha!" In case you don't speak the language of people with full mouths, I have just said, 'Hey! It's Taco Tuesday! I should get a discount!'

"No you don't, that's only if you remind me!"

"Well, I reminded you!"

"You have to remind me while your ordering!"

"I deserve a discount!"

That got the boy to stop.

"Mind if I ask WHY you deserve a discount?" He growled, jumping over the counter to stare me in the eyes.

"Dude, this is the only meal I have had all day! Besides, this change is know the only money I have until I find some quarters on the street!" I replied, pressing my forehead against his just to get the point across.

He pushed me away and walked back behind the counter. "This place closed five minutes ago. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said, taking a deep breath.

Before the poor guy knew it, he was laying face-first on the ground.

"My name is Max. Remember that for next time I come."

Then I walked out the door.

DAMMIT, I FORGOT MY OTHER TACO!

-ignore-me-i-am-another-line-break-

Yah.. Usually, I dont swear that much, but I'm hyped up.

This was a spur-of-the- moment post, so Iceberry2666 didn't beta it.

This is gonna be my top story to work on for know, because its probabily gonna be the quickest to finish it.

REVIEW!

AND IF YOU ENJOY FAIRY TAIL AND HTTYD THEN READ MY OTHER STORIES!

DeeDee