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Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.
We landed at McDonald's, one of the only places that still functions at 3:20 in the morning. At least, this one did, so that was good. Nudge looked like she would positively die without something to eat, so we let her order first.
"Let's see, okay, so I'll order the fish sandwich thing, the one with tarter sauce? And I'll also have the really big cheeseburger, with the bun in the middle, too. I'll also have about two double cheeseburgers, and, oh! Maybe one of those snack wrap things! The ranch one, with grilled chicken because fried is not my favorite. I mean, gross, all that grease! So yeah, I'll go with the grilled chicken."
"Will that be it?" the cashier asked, eyes wide.
"Um..." Nudge looked over the menu, making sure she got everything. "You should probably make all of those a meal, medium sized. And I'll take a strawberry banana smoothie! Maybe even a chocolate shake."
"Not this late, missy," I said from behind her, stroking her hair. "Way too much sugar."
"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. She looked at the cashier. "She still babies me, even though I'm twelve now, not three!" She glared at me, then turned back to the menu. "I guess I'll have a soft drink then, maybe a Coke!"
I cleared my throat behind her.
"Fine," she whined, "a root beer then. Is that okay with you, mom?" She asked me sarcastically.
I nodded, smirking.
The cashier read back her order, then I payed for it.
Angel was next, then it was Gazzy and Iggy, who ordered a surplus supply of cheeseburgers, french fries, and -without my knowing- three chocolate shakes, emanating a whine from Nudge. I glared at them, and promptly gave the shakes back to the cashier, earning Gazzy and Iggy groans. "We were going to share with Nudge!" they whined. I ignored them. Fang ordered his stuff, and I ordered mine, and before we knew it, we were at a table. But the high seat tables, because apparently the seats closer to the floor are for lame-ose, as Gazzy so promptly explained. Whatever.
"You know what's weird?" Gazzy asked, eating a french fry.
"That we're eating at McDonald's at three o' clock in the morning and they still haven't called the cops?" I asked, doing an automatic three-sixty while taking a sip of my lemonade.
"That," he answered, "and the fact that I've been to McDonald's multiple times in my life, and I have never even seen the clown."
"Ew, why would you want to see Ronald McDonald?" Nudge asked, taking a bite of her fish fillet. "Clowns are so creepy!"
"Only if they're serial killers," Iggy said honestly through a mouthful of cheeseburger, earning a growl from me.
"Clowns are serial killers?" Nudge asked, eyes wide.
"Yup," Gazzy said, taking a french fry. "In fact, I think your uncle J is a clown serial killer, Nudge."
"What?" Nudge screamed, eyes wide. "My uncle J is a serial killer? Oh, my gosh, I hope I don't meet my uncle J!"
"Nudge, I highly doubt your uncle J is a clown serial killer," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah, Nudge," Iggy said, stuffing his face with fries. Quite the charmer. "I heard that it was your grandpa Pete that was the serial killer. Never trust those Pete fellows, right, Max?" He smirked in my direction.
"My grandpa Pete is a serial killer?" Nudge exclaimed, absolutely panicking.
"Your grandpa Pete is not a serial killer, Nudge!" I said, glaring at Iggy, who was oblivious to it, of course. "No one in your family is, now eat your food."
"I don't think I'm hungry, anymore," she said, putting her sandwich down.
"Oh, my gosh," I murmured. "Iggy, Gazzy, I'm going to kill you."
"Well, you'd never know!" they said, shrugging.
"I mean, jeez, Max," Iggy continued, finding his cheeseburger and opening the wrapper. "Haven't you ever seen 'It', that Steven King movie about the clown? That movie could make anyone believe clowns are evil!"
"Only if you're that gullible," Fang said, sipping his root beer.
"But, every movie and crime show out there all say that clowns are evil!" Nudge said, eyes wide. "I mean, they're always the kidnappers and the creepy dudes with alibis! I hate clowns!"
"Nudge, they're just shows," I said, rubbing my forehead.
"T.V. shows that strive off of actual events," Iggy countered.
"See?" Nudge said, pointing at Iggy. "It's true!"
"Would you shut-up, Iggy?" I snapped, smacking him upside the head. "You're going to make Nudge one of those girls that stays at home all the time, sitting in the fetal position in the corner of the room and mumbling, 'There's no place like home. There's no place like home.' "
"No I won't!" she said.
"If you keep acting this way, yeah, you will."
"Hey, speaking of clowns," Gazzy said, nodding at the door. "There's your grandpa Pete now."
We turned, watching as a clown walked into McDonald's, his big red wig squashed by a cheesy hat with a spin-thing at the top, like a helicopter. Never really had the desire to know what they were called, only that they could probably be used as a valuable weapon, given the right upgrade.
"Oh no." Nudge's voice shook as she bent lower into her seat. "Do you think he saw me?"
"Yeah, Nudge. He's getting his gun from his giant clown boot right no-"
"Shut-up, Iggy!" I demanded, slapping him again. He chuckled while Nudge shook, her wide eyes not leaving the clown. "Jeez, it's going to be so fun getting her to bed tonight," I murmured to Fang, who just chuckled.
Suddenly, our attention was zipped back to the clown. One second, he had walked back to the counter, looking ready to order, and the next he did reach down, did grab a gun from his boot, and did hold a hostage situation. He shouted at us to get down, while motioning the woman to give him the money from the cash register.
I turned to Iggy and Gazzy. "Okay, who hired the clown?"
Alright, that's it! XD Hope you guys like it!