Valerie?" Mae asked, her eyes flashing around me, looking for the slumped, I-don't-care form of Valerie.
"Val and her friend, Piper, are sitting on the benches outside as the short walk was way too exhausting for them." I rolled my eyes. "So I was given the job of buying the milkshakes and food, which was too exciting to decline. Who knew that becoming an owner of a car would turn you into a lazy ghost of yourself within a week?"
Cassie and Mae roared with laughter, whilst cool queen Amelie discreetly took a sip of her orange juice, giving the proud impression that she so wasn't amused. As if she ever was.
I left the three, hopefully as Cassie tried to knock some sense into Amelie's boorish behaviour, and joined the long, boring line of customers awaiting to be served or receive their orders. A tall, lanky boy not much older was standing in front of me, blocking my view of the menu screen above the counter, which brought aromatic smells of finger-licking fries, divine chocolate milkshakes and frying burgers, and I leapt into the air once or twice, still unable to read the menu.
"Sorry, I didn't know that I was in your way," a deep, smooth voice said, clearly apologetic. The boy in front of me in achingly bored queue turned around, revealing a stunning pair of heart-warming chocolate eyes and large, kissable lips, his skin displaying a soft golden tan.
"No, no, it's fine, honestly," I replied, waving his un-needed apology away. "I was only looking at the menu because there was nothing else to stare at - it looks as though I'm going to be stuck in this queue for a while."
The boy nodded. "Yeah, I've already been here for at least five minutes and the time is dragging - it hasn't been so busy here for ages!"
"You come here all the time?"
"Sure, it's one of the only fast-food chains that I like!" he warmly chuckled, then introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Luke."
"I'm Sadie," I replied, and without the thought flashing through my dumbstruck mind, I shook hands with Luke, whose lack of reluctance amazed me.
The last time I'd attempted to shake hands with a boy ended up with a sarcastic comment and threatening smirk, leaving me as embarrassed and red-faced when my seven year old self accidently dropped my Care Bear toy down the toilet and Mum had to spend nearly two hours restoring it to its former clean state.
An out-of-breath Valerie and sleepy Piper sluggishly trawled behind me as I led the way to the local McDonald's, which every town never failed to have. As I could tell that Valerie and Piper were on the verge of collapsing out of exhaustion (and I partly didn't want to drag them onto their feet, therefore causing yet another unnecessary scene), I went into the music-blaring restaurant alone, where I found Cassie, Mae and Amelie treating themselves to a man-sized order of salty, stick-thin fries and iron-rich cheeseburgers, which caused my stomach to rumble angrily.
"Hey guys," I casually said, walking over to their table. "How you're doing?"
Swallowing an enormous bite of beef, Cassie replied, "Fine, we just went to New Look and got tons of clothes in their summer sale!" gesturing towards two massive bags lying behind her, stuffed with brightly coloured shorts, quirky t-shirts and dresses which were born to be worn in the glorious sunshine. "So," she said, a sly grin clouding her face, "how did your piercing go?"
I beamed, relief flooding through me as I realised that I wouldn't have to cover up or produce fantastically poor lies about getting a bold, parent-hating piercing. "Oh, only just a second ear piercing, no big deal," I stated, waving my hand as though I didn't have a care in the world.
Cassie grimaced. "I asked Mum for another piercing a few months ago and she said no! How is that fair?"
Actually, I'd never asked Mum about the possibility of my getting a second ear piercing, but I assumed that it was okay because a) I was almost three years
"Val and her friend, Piper, are sitting on the benches outside as the short walk was way too exhausting for them." I rolled my eyes. "So I was given the job of buying the milkshakes and food, which was too exciting to decline. Who knew that becoming an owner of a car would turn you into a lazy ghost of yourself within a week?"
Cassie and Mae roared with laughter, whilst cool queen Amelie discreetly took a sip of her orange juice, giving the proud impression that she so wasn't amused. As if she ever was.
I left the three, hopefully as Cassie tried to knock some sense into Amelie's boorish behaviour, and joined the long, boring line of customers awaiting to be served or receive their orders. A tall, lanky boy not much older was standing in front of me, blocking my view of the menu screen above the counter, which brought aromatic smells of finger-licking fries, divine chocolate milkshakes and frying burgers, and I leapt into the air once or twice, still unable to read the menu.
"Sorry, I didn't know that I was in your way," a deep, smooth voice said, clearly apologetic. The boy in front of me in achingly bored queue turned around, revealing a stunning pair of heart-warming chocolate eyes and large, kissable lips, his skin displaying a soft golden tan.
"No, no, it's fine, honestly," I replied, waving his un-needed apology away. "I was only looking at the menu because there was nothing else to stare at - it looks as though I'm going to be stuck in this queue for a while."
The boy nodded. "Yeah, I've already been here for at least five minutes and the time is dragging - it hasn't been so busy here for ages!"
"You come here all the time?"
"Sure, it's one of the only fast-food chains that I like!" he warmly chuckled, then introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Luke."
"I'm Sadie," I replied, and without the thought flashing through my dumbstruck mind, I shook hands with Luke, whose lack of reluctance amazed me.
The last time I'd attempted to shake hands with a boy ended up with a sarcastic comment and threatening smirk, leaving me as embarrassed and red-faced when my seven year old self accidently dropped my Care Bear toy down the toilet and Mum had to spend nearly two hours restoring it to its former clean state.
An out-of-breath Valerie and sleepy Piper sluggishly trawled behind me as I led the way to the local McDonald's, which every town never failed to have. As I could tell that Valerie and Piper were on the verge of collapsing out of exhaustion (and I partly didn't want to drag them onto their feet, therefore causing yet another unnecessary scene), I went into the music-blaring restaurant alone, where I found Cassie, Mae and Amelie treating themselves to a man-sized order of salty, stick-thin fries and iron-rich cheeseburgers, which caused my stomach to rumble angrily.
"Hey guys," I casually said, walking over to their table. "How you're doing?"
Swallowing an enormous bite of beef, Cassie replied, "Fine, we just went to New Look and got tons of clothes in their summer sale!" gesturing towards two massive bags lying behind her, stuffed with brightly coloured shorts, quirky t-shirts and dresses which were born to be worn in the glorious sunshine. "So," she said, a sly grin clouding her face, "how did your piercing go?"
I beamed, relief flooding through me as I realised that I wouldn't have to cover up or produce fantastically poor lies about getting a bold, parent-hating piercing. "Oh, only just a second ear piercing, no big deal," I stated, waving my hand as though I didn't have a care in the world.
Cassie grimaced. "I asked Mum for another piercing a few months ago and she said no! How is that fair?"
Actually, I'd never asked Mum about the possibility of my getting a second ear piercing, but I assumed that it was okay because a) I was almost three years
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