Did You Get A Whopper Novels & Stories

I greeted with a wide smile. “Hello, welcome. How came I help you?” She asked, a nervous smile plastered on her face. A young man walked to join her over the counter, were we that scary? My head pushed up, staring at the menu displayed. “Can I have a double cheese burger,” I turned staring at Storm “ Make that two please and a triple deck meaty pizza, extra large.” She typed away on the screen as I canvased the menu. If I was getting into a diet on Monday I had to enjoy and feast for the last time. “ Add those wings too, spicy.” With the pain gone my appetite was back and I would deliver.

We blurt out together. After a good laugh, we remembered any time our parents didn't want to cook either, it was usually pizza the kids begged for. "Hawaiian?" Barbie asks. Our parents didn't care for it so we rarely got it as kids. I answer, "Is there another kind?" I move to the house phone, and dial Papa John's from memory. When they answer I recognize the voice and say, "Evening Peter, it's Officer Ken. I want to order my special Hawaiian please, a large one tonight. And for delivery, please. Long day and I'm not up for getting out again. I'll pay cash as usual. How long? Okay, that's fine." I hang up and turn to Barbie.

“Oh, no problem.’ I uttered and as he winked at me and hurried off to his firm. I guess he is pretty busy with his clients. I better walk around and take some fresh air since he was not here with me. Staying here will bore me to death. I closed the glass door, humming happily, walking out of the KCC BURGERS as I took a delicious bite out of my hamburger. Damn, they had the best hamburger in the world; the aroma was enticing, hungering in my little world. It was to die for. I bumped into someone painfully and winced, rubbing my forehead. Who was this stupid person ready to ruin my day for me?

We ate at a fast food restaurant then Michane and I were the ones who ordered. I bought 1 piece of chicken, fries, a burger, and a float for each of us. Yes, we eat a lot. And no one can stop us. I mean, why not eat what you want when you have money and you know you are healthy. While we’re eating, they all just decided to interview me like some paparazzi. “So, how are you and Clint?” Michane asked, as always! “What do you want me to say? He confessed and I feel the same and now we’re together?” I asked while raising my brow and was startled when they all just exclaimed, “YES!”

After stuffing my face with McDonald’s, I think I impressed Andrew with how much I made him order. Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t the healthiest choice but it’s oh so delicious. When we arrived back at the packhouse, my dad turned the corner and pulled in right behind us. Shit how am I going to explain that I agree with Erik without making me look like I’ve grown two heads. Sighing I shove the last chicken nugget in my mouth before stepping out of the car. I almost quit eating after the first 10 chicken nuggets and three cheese burgers but Hunter was cheering me on to finish the rest. And plus he bet Erik who said I couldn’t do it. So obviously I had to prove him wrong. With my stomach so stuf

I'd decided enough time had been wasted so I headed for the food court. The choices were astounding; there were six different Asian takeaway shops that all seemed to sell the same dishes of western Chinese food. None of that interested me. Then I spotted an old favourite: Hungry Jack's. The food was bad for you, and I knew it, but this was always my preferred fast food joint when I indulged myself. I waited patiently in line and ordered my meal. As I stood waiting to collect my order, I felt a tap on my shoulder and realized someone had been calling my name.

he asked, his expression perfectly blank. I managed to demolish half the burger and a mountain of fries before the grease started to win. I wasn't done, though. I signaled the cashier for a to-go box and, while I was at it, ordered a fresh second meal, another double cheeseburger and a large shake.

' They tried guessing what I was doing, but it wasn't like I was going to reply them to confirm or deny their guesses. "Uhm, yeah, sure. Let's go." I replied, closing my phone screen and walking together with him. We got what we wanted and sat at a corner table, eating our lunch. I got Fries and Hamburger, while he got just a Hamburger. Suddenly, a commotion started in the cafeteria. I, at first, thought someone was arguing or picking a fight with each other, so I paid it no mind until I heard the conversation of the table next to us.

"What took you so long?" "Don't ask me shit. I was taking a shower. I am a lady. I must take my time when I am doing things." "Okay, now that's more like it. I can see the fire in you. The water gave you power didn't it?" "Whatever dude." "Don't yeah dude me. You know I'm right." "When you say you got me food, you were talking about this? KFC?" "Yeah. I got you their hot wings, chips and Burger. You can't complain about that cause you know that it's delicious!"

By the time we reached home— it's already evening and way over lunch time. Stay strong, my rumbling stomach. "… I'm back," I murmured as I entered my house. We left Dómr's daughter outside at the front yard to let her munch on that disgusting Cithaeron lion's meat. "Oh, welcome back." That man came to us from the kitchen. "Here." He tossed two large-sized hamburgers to us, where I caught it. "From Burger Centuries?" I murmured when I look at the logo on the wrapped paper. "Despite memory loss, you sure know how to pick an expensive meal. Here, Restia."