Sundae And Fries Novels & Stories

We found Leah already seated on the table. She grinned at me. "Aunt Cresia!" Then she turned to Lenos. "Dad, I want chicken and spaghetti and then fries." "Alright," Lenos answered, then he looked at me after. "What do you want to eat?" I pursed my lips. "Two piece chicken, spaghetti, chocolate sundae, large fries." I grinned at him. "See? I told you I love Jollibee." He chucked. "That's all?"

Fred was right, my match wasn't until the next couple of weeks, and it still wouldn't generate the amount of money that we needed. That asshole! He gets me into this mess! I pressed start and watch as the spinach and strawberry mixed together, then added a banana and the last cup of yogurt that I got from the fridge. I drink it all and put all the dishes in the sink for later. I was already too late for work. I took my helmet, and put on my jacket, and pick up my leather backpack from the couch. I was out the door, five minutes later.

They paid up and took their cake away with them. Damn! That's one large penis edible enough to eat. Alex looked at me and told me to have the cupcake to go. I decided to let him have it. I think I've had enough fun for one whole afternoon. We reached his car, as I finished off on my last cupcake. "We're stopping for a real lunch before we get back to the cottage okay Addie?" He looked at me, while his hands were on my thigh. "Okay Alex. After that penis cake, I'm giving you a win here." I laughed wholeheartedly.

Cherie rattled on as she whipped out a notepad and pencil to write down my order. “I-It does,” Pound cake does sound good right now. Maybe I’ll order that instead of dessert I was going to order. Or maybe I can order both, eat one now and eat the other at home. “I-I’ll have your bacon c-cheeseburger. Extra pickles and b-bacon, with the bacon extra c-crunchy please. I’ll a-also have two of your cheesy curly f-fries with bacon b-bits on it. A l-large p-pink lemonade to d-drink. T-The lemon pound cake that you mentioned, can I have it with extra i-icing? I-I would like your d-dozen f-fudge chocolate chip c-cookies to go. Grandpa has been asking f-for your cookies.”

Suzi watched Max scroll through a tablet with curiosity. “What do you feel like eating?” he asked, tapping the screen. “They’ve got pancakes, waffles, eggs, fruit, some kind of hipster avocado situation…” “Toast,” she said quietly. “With jam.” Max looked up, grinning. “Adventurous.” She shrugged one shoulder, clutching the sheet tighter. “And maybe some fruit. Strawberries, if they have them.” He nodded and added it to the order without comment.

Five years after the freeze, Maya Chen turned thirty-three years old. The alliance—now officially part of the Northeastern Confederation—celebrated with actual cake. Real eggs, real flour, real sugar from confederation agricultural operations. Not abundant. Not like the old world. But real. Forty-seven children sang off-key birthday songs. Fifteen infants cried. 1,847 people—the confederation had grown—gathered in what they now called Unity Square. Daniel presented a gift: A leather-bound journal. Hand-made by confederation craftspeople. "For recording history. So the children know how we got here."

Pulling a notepad from the pocket of her apron, she looks at us with a big smile. “What would you like my dears” “I’ll have the chicken club sandwich and a double order of fries with a coke,” I say. She nods, jotting it down. “Can I have the same but with onion rings and an order of fried pickles?” Audrie says. “Sure thing deary’s; I’ll be back with those soon” she winks as she turns and pads off towards the kitchen. Returning shortly with our drinks, she sets them and straws down on the table, before heading back to the kitchen.

I can’t remember exactly but I have heard his voice already somewhere. I looked at my best friends who are obviously getting impatient already, they’re even showing me their wrist watch while holding their stomachs as if they’re really hungry. “I’ll just have sundae,” the girl in front of me finally said. Thank heavens! But damn, all this waiting just for a sundae?! “Okay, I’ll have spaghetti and chicken please. Also, with fries and cheeseburger,” the guy said. I secretly smile at that. Coincidentally, what the guy said are exactly my favorite foods here.

“Yep.” “Two of those, an order of chipotle maple saus— you got that tonight?” Madge nodded, not looking at them, hand flying with the stylus. “With cheesy potato pancakes. One piece of Peanut Butter Hulk Smash cake and a giant peppermint hot fudge sundae,” Josie declared. “And drinks?” “Just water,” Laura replied.

The girls nodded. They took another small bite. “What’s the brown stuff?” Ophelia said. “Hot fudge,” Conri said. “And the orange stuff?” “Caramel.” “I really like the caramel,” Ophelia said. “Me too,” Arella said. “I like all of it,” Cassandra said. “Me too,” Thea said. She took a bite of her sundae. “I can’t believe this is what you guys smell and taste like,” she thought to the triplets. “Will I get more of this when we go to bed tonight?”