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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 5, 2009 19:45:54 GMT -5
Peter had been stuck with his twin brother Carson just about all day. Talk about Hell. The two of them had spent days avoiding avoiding each other. He got tired of all the avoiding easily. It was kind of boring. Sure he felt a little bad for leaving Carson there by himself, but Carson was a big boy and Peter was sure his brother could handle himself. After arriving to his dorm Peter put his bag down and breathed in the not-so-fresh dorm air. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.Peter sprayed some Febreeze air freshener in the room to kind of give it the spring smell. He liked the spring smell. It was kind of a happy smell. Only fitting since Peter just loved being happy. He took another whiff of the air, satisfied that it smelled better.
Just when Peter started to feel better about the room his stomach growled. That wasn't a good sign at all. He placed a hand over his stomach, thinking maybe it would pass. He could have sworn that he had only eaten breakfast like an hour ago, but when he looked at his cell phone he groaned. It had already been four hours since breakfast. Where had the time gone?! Peter sighed, figuring he would need to go get some lunch before his stomach grew a mind of its own and ate him. Slipping back out the door Peter headed off the campus, nodding to people with a sweet, cheery smile. After finally getting off campus and having no one to wave to, Peter walked toward the restaurant that he considered to be the quickest in customer service, though that could vary among customers. They usually served him pretty fast, which was great when he was rushed to get back to class.
Pushing open the glass doors at McDonald's, Peter smiled, "Honey, I'm hoooooome." He called to the employees, who all seemed to smile at his arrival. Peter was just the kind of adorable that could cause even some of the most callous people to break a smile. He wasn't ashamed of his childish ways and he really liked making people happy. "Hey there, I'd tell you what I want, but I think you already know that." Peter said, raising an eyebrow to the cashier. "Just kidding, I don't want that. Haha, give me like... wow... two cheeseburgers, four orders of small fries, an apple pie, one fruit cup, and..." Peter paused, tilting his head. "You getting all of this?" The cashier nodded. "Um, okay, I want one of those Quarter Pounder things, some chicken nuggets, a cookie, and hm... oh, a chocolate milkshake. That's all." Peter had been saving money so it wasn't really hard for him to splurge sometimes. He pulled out his wallet and handed the man the exact amount.
It really wasn't long until Peter got his food. Usually they started making a little bit of everything when Peter walked in. He took his tray and headed to a table. Sitting the tray down, Peter glanced over to the playground area. After he stuffed his face he would definitely be making use of that area. He unwrapped his first cheeseburger, looking it over before taking a bite. Man it was good to be unhealthy from time to time. Besides, it wasn't like he would gain any weight by eating all of that. It was part of the blessing of having a super fast metabolism.
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Post by everett rhen parker on Sept 6, 2009 20:50:22 GMT -5
McDonald's. When the world ended, this place would still be around. Just like cockroaches. In fact, that was probably what it would come to like a hundred years after mankind had been wiped out - McDonald's with some cockroaches inside of it, wearing little uniforms and serving each other McFlurries...
... Yeah, somebody had too much time on his hands. But honestly, there wasn't much else to do besides sit around and wonder about the end of the world. Homework? Pah. He'd do it like, tomorrow. Maybe. Cleaning his room? Oh why would you even mention such a thing! Ev hadn't cleaned anything since last Tuesday, when he'd moved a bag of tater chips off of his bed to make room for a bag of pretzels.
And he certainly wasn't about to go down to the gym and like, exercise or anything. In fact, most of the youth's time spent at this place since getting shipped here recently by his loving parents was just... walking around. Wandering into new places, getting lost, then wandering into other ones until he managed to find his way somewhere familiar again. When he wasn't getting high or sleeping, that was. Wandering around, getting high, and sleeping. Everett's three hobbies of life. He was such an inspirational person.
Ev rarely thought about doing things - He just did them. And the impulse to go to McDonald's had hit him out of nowhere; he'd simply been walking along on his own thinking about random shit, because that's what kind of stuff he thought about - and the image of that red and yellow 'M' had just sort of.. filtered through his mind. He wasn't even really that hungry, either. Just bored. And red and yellow was so distasteful together that he wanted to see it again. Don't ask why.
Anyway. As soon as he opened those doors and took in a whiff of that burger-esque... smell thing, the eighteen-year-old realized he wanted something to eat. Which.. well, was probably why one should go to McDonald's. Making his way to the line, he ordered a cheeseburger Happy Meal, with a 'boy toy.' Because he wasn't a girl, of course! Tch.
When he had gotten his order and filled his drink up with some good ole' Coca Cola, the youth turned on his heel and looked around, those large, rather heavy-lidded dark brown eyes of his held in a half-lidded gaze like he had just woken up and was still quite sleepy. Everett was simply one of those people who looked perpetually sleepy. Anyway, he shuffled forwards a bit, looking for a place to sit and seeing a lot of options.
Eyes fell on a boy sat there by himself, with a bunch of food in front of him - like a lot. Now, Ev wasn't really one to openly approach people unless he was just highly bored - which he was. Or unless they looked interesting or did something really interesting that caught his attention - which this lad had. He found himself very much mesmerized by the sight of this teenage guy sat there by himself with all of that food, and sort of slowly ambled over his way without really realizing he was doing it. He was new, and thus did not know too many people - though this male seemed... /kind/ of familiar. He might have seen his face in the halls at some point in time.
He sifted closer to the boy until he was stood by his table, and looked down at him, holding his Happy Meal bag in one hand and his small drink in the other. Eyes fell on the untouched apple pie there and he suddenly wanted one. Ev's lips parted to ask a question which was sort of an odd one. At least, most normal people probably would have thought so.
"Hey man, sorry to bother you but... How much was that apple pie? Cuz I forgot to order one and I only have a dollar left."
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 7, 2009 9:54:08 GMT -5
Health food was a violation to Peter Walker. Eating healthy just wasn't an option. He wasn't worried about getting fat because he had a fast metabolism, but he had to make up for all those years that he had been practically malnourished. Most of his friends had expected him to order a lot whenever he went out anywhere. A lot of greasy, unhealthy food. The cheeseburger Peter was currently working on tasted amazing to him. Considering this was maybe fifth cheeseburger he had ever had in his whole life it easily made its way to the top of the top five cheeseburgers list. After finishing the burger off, Peter took a sip of his Sprite. Ugh. Peter wrinkled his nose. Sprite definitely wasn't Grape Fanta. The one bad thing about McDonalds.
Peter hadn't really expected anyone to come up and talk to him so when he heard someone speaking to him Peter snapped his head up with a smile. The boy was pretty cute. Leave it to the homosexual to think that. Peter especially liked the lip rings. Peter looked down at his apple pie and laughed. "You're no bother, really." Peter said as he reached down and picked up his apple pie.
"Don't waste your dollar. You can just have mine." He held out the apple pie by the wrapper. "All this other stuff will probably fill me up." Peter didn't mind giving up his apple pie. Honestly, Pete just liked making friends. Of course he would give his apple pie to some mysterious, strange, cute boy. "It's still in the wrapper too." Pete mused, raising an eyebrow. "How could you pass up a free, unwrapped apple pie?"
Laughing, Peter shook his head. "Oooh!" He started randomly. "Did you know that there was a myth about McDonald's apple pies?" He shrugged. "People said they were made out of some sort of vegetable from Brazil that only really tasted like what you cooked it with. Luckily, that myth is most definitely false." Peter didn't think it would be a good thing to find out that it wasn't really apples. How could McDonald's lie to him like that?! But Peter had actually looked it up when he heard the rumor. Ooh, shocker, McDonald's apple pie main ingredient... really is apples. Yeah, Peter was shocked too.
It was amazing how Peter had absolutely no control over what came out of his mouth when he was talking to people. Any normal person would be able to control it, but Peter tended to just ramble and say random things. "Feel free to join me if you want to." Peter offered. "I don't bite," Peter joked, "Unless you turn out to be an apple pie, then I might." Wow. That was lame. Peter hated how lame he could be sometimes, but usually his joking was lame. He just couldn't help it.
"That was.... a total fail as a joke." Peter laughed, "I'm sorry, I know I tend to ramble and say a bunch of random crap that doesn't really mean anything to anyone and... I'm doing it again." Peter looked down at his food, unable to believe just how lame and weird he was coming off as. He wouldn't be surprised if this guy walked away from him thinking that he was a retard who couldn't control what came out of his mouth. Gee, what a great first impression. It was a good thing Peter's personality allowed him to be the kind of guy that bounced back easily. In a few minutes he probably wouldn't have a second thought about how lame he was.
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Post by everett rhen parker on Sept 7, 2009 13:43:00 GMT -5
Everett never knew how people were going to react to him - which was part of the fun of it. He was a rather hard character to crack, because he wasn't shy in the least, nor was he very open, either. Like mentioned, he usually just... stayed on his own unless he spotted something that caught his interest, and then he'd make it a point to make his presence known. He really didn't know what it was about this kid that had caused him to stop right beside him and ask him a random question. Yes, he had suddenly been overcome with this desire for an apple pie, but still, it was rather odd for Everett to pay this much attention to someone who didn't have boobs. Although get him drunk and it didn't matter what gender you were.
He didn't know if the guy would ignore him, or look at him funny [most people did this] or he might have even been one of those people with a really bad temper and chucked that apple pie right at his head. However, the teen simply looked up at him, and with a smile. As he laughed, Everett watched silently as the boy picked up his apple pie to him.
Don't waste your dollar. You can just have mine. All this other stuff will probably fill me up.
Wait... really? Ev's eyes widened, giving him a distinctly shocked expression, and he blinked as the other raised an eyebrow at him. He seemed serious about it, but Everett didn't accept the pie just yet. I mean, a pie was a pie and why would someone just give their apple pie to a complete stranger! You just didn't meet people who would do such things these days. He would have probably taken it normally, but this person seemed so... so friendly that Everett would have felt slightly bad stealing his apple pie.
And then the boy was off about something else altogether - well, it still had to do with pies. Ev shook his head, gazing down at the youth still with a slightly dazed expression about him. "I did /not/ know that," he said, seriously. Truly, he didn't know that. Thank god that myth was false, cuz else ewww! Vegetables were disgraceful! Well, lima beans were pretty good.
Everett was quite a random person, too, though in a bit of a more.. sarcastic, quiet way. This dude was like Mr. Soap Bubbles or something. He was adorable.
Feel free to join me if you want to. I don't bite. Unless you turn out to be an apple pie, then I might.
It was his turn for a brow raise. Everett was a bit taken aback, but not scared off to which he'd go running or anything - in fact, he was pretty darn surprised in a good way. How many people would offer you their own apple pie, ask you to sit down, and tell you jokes all in the course of less than a minute? Not too many - this guy was a diamond in the rough.
And then he looked slightly uncomfortable or something.
That was.... a total fail as a joke. I'm sorry, I know I tend to ramble and say a bunch of random crap that doesn't really mean anything to anyone and... I'm doing it again.
"Man, my middle name is Random Crap. Really." Ev sat down right in front of him then, making the decision to do so in like a second. He set his Happy Meal and drink down on the table to the side out of the way of the other boy's food and looked at him, nodding seriously. Normally 'happy' sorts of people could be annoying, but this guy was almost infectious in good nature. Like he made you feel good to be around him. "I'm Everett. And if you're serious about the apple pie..." He looked down at the offered treat and then back up to the boy's warm eyes. "I'd be forever in your gratitude." He offered a slight smile then. Ev wasn't really your 'friendly' type but he wasn't mean either. And.. well... this guy seemed so nice. He didn't know anyone and yet here he was sitting across from someone who looked his own age making conversation with them. It was a really good start.
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 7, 2009 21:17:40 GMT -5
Peter thought it was amusing how the boy looked surprised at his decision to give up the apple pie. The honest truth was that Peter rarely got to the apple pie part of his meal. Usually Peter would get close, but unable to finish, then give the apple pie to his brother. Carson would just have to go without an apple pie today. He didn't mind offering the apple pie to the guy because at least the guy hadn't come up demanding that he give him the apple pie.
The boy had been very civil about asking how much the apple pie cost. Peter was civil to everyone, but it helped that this guy was civil to him as well. Things like that generally inspired Peter to give people a chance... unlike his brother who wasn't willing to do that at all no matter how nice people were to him. Talk about opposites.
Upon hearing the guy say he hadn't heard that Peter's eyes widened. "You should go to Chicago then." He suggested. "They say stuff like that alllll the time. There was one about mcdonald's that was about this lady who ordered chicken nuggets, and well, anyway, her nugget wasn't a nugget if you know what I mean." Peter laughed. "My ex said she was served a chicken head with her nuggets. Now THAT is something you can market. Chicken head nuggets... yumm." Rambling. Right. Stop that. Peter didn't want to end up being the guy no one liked to be around because he talked to much. It was just hard for Peter to stop the flow of words once they hit his mind. Once Peter thought of something to say he was generally saying it before he could stop it.
Peter laughed, "Now that's a great middle name." He said jokingly. "My middle name about two thirds of a color... but spelled funky." Peter wasn't a fan of his middle name. Bergan... seriously? He knew what his mother had been thinking because she had mentioned it more than once when he was little. Not to him, but to people who dared to ask. Peter pursed his lips, "I'm Peter and gratitude lasting forever sounds really enticing." He chuckled, placing the apple pie down in front of Everett. "Have at it, tiger." Peter said jokingly as he looked down at his own food. Reaching down Peter picked up a couple of fries and ate them.
"It's funny how McDonald's has this practically magnetic power sort of." Peter said, reaching down for more fries. "I keep telling myself I'll only come here like once or twice a month, then that turns into once or twice a week." Peter paused before a pout covered his lips. "But the fries are so good." Who couldn't love McDonald's fries? They were salty and soft and just... wow. Peter loved them. He wished that he could live off nothing but fries from McDonald's. Even Peter knew his health limits.
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Post by everett rhen parker on Sept 9, 2009 9:39:02 GMT -5
Oh god, that Mc'nugget story was just... oh god. Everett had made a face and winced upon hearing that, shaking his head and trying to get the image of a chicken head out of his mind. Like chickens were creepy-looking. He probably would have passed out if he'd been served an actual head. Blech.
Everett actually didn't mind 'ramblers.' Well, certain kinds. This guy wasn't the annoying kind, at least not in his opinion. He'd come across a few of those annoying people who kept talking and talking and talking, but the reason it was so annoying was because they'd keep talking to him. As in, asking him questions. Ev didn't mind listening to people talk about random shit, he just didn't want to have to answer fifty bajillion questions about himself. 'What's your name? How old are you? Have you ever been to Kansas? What's your take on man going to the moon? Have you ever seen a Bush Baby at the zoo?' DEAR GOD PEOPLE SHUT UP. He'd just wait until all those questions were done and then answer with a simple 'Yes.' And then go take a shower because all those questions had clogged up his brain. And somehow showers helped.
But yeah, this guy was talking about a bunch of random stuff but it was stuff Ev could listen to and not actually have to say anything if he didn't want to - which because he wasn't being forced to, he wanted to. That's how he worked; if someone told Everett to do something, he'd not want to do it. It had to be his own idea. He was a lout.
"A color?" he asked, looking up and hearing that the dude's name was Peter. Wow, somehow Peter suited him. You didn't meet a lot of Peters these days. Ev was now curious as to what his middle name could possibly be, and mulled over it for a few moments before his attention was pulled once again to the apple pie. Dark eyes glanced down at it as Peter set it down in front of him, and he took it, nodding his thanks. Wow. This guy was so nice.
It's funny how McDonald's has this practically magnetic power sort of. I keep telling myself I'll only come here like once or twice a month, then that turns into once or twice a week. But the fries are so good.
"Dude, I know right?" Ev said, having opened his own Happy Meal and pulling out the little bag of fries they gave you. Sliding some into his mouth he chewed, then took a sip of his drink. "Whoever made McDonald's is set for life, I mean people just can't live without it." It was true. Maybe it was kind of sad, but I mean... people couldn't live without coffee, either. Most people, anyway. He had to wonder if there was really something in McDonald's food that like, hooked you. Especially those damn fries.
"Is your middle name Yell?" he asked suddenly, out of nowhere. He was thinking like, yellow, but missing the 'ow.' Or maybe it was Ow and was missing the... Yell. Snap!
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Post by peter bergan walker on Sept 10, 2009 21:02:36 GMT -5
Some people didn't like to hear weird stories about the food they were about to eat, but Peter hadn't considered that about Everette. Peter hadn't stopped to think that Everette may not take any interest in what he was telling him. He just assumed that Everette would have left if he wasn't at least slightly interested in the conversation. It was a weird subject for most people, thought not for Peter. They were sitting in a McDonald's. Why not talk about it? Besides, Peter was the type that could easily adjust to conversation changes. If Everette wanted the subject changed, then Peter could work with it.
When the conversation had shifted to the offering of names. Peter nodded in reply, "Yep, a color." He thought about just telling Everette what it was, but then Everette wouldn't get to guess at it and Peter liked when people guessed at it. Enough information had been given, or so he thought. "It's sort of odd, well, I think so anyway. My... mother said once it was her favorite color." Peter didn't add the part where his mother was telling this to a friend of her's while explaining that it belonged to a child she didn't want. Oh well. Despite the self-consciousness wanting to seep into his thoughts, Peter kept a smile. He just couldn't let any of that stuff get to him. It wasn't like it mattered anymore anyway.
Peter laughed when Everette agreed with him. He nodded at Everette's reply, picking up a few fries and eating them. "Exactly," Peter said with a laugh. "People are starting to be more aware of the obesity problem, but deep down as much as those people like to complain about youth getting fatter... if they want food and they want it fast they will most likely go to a McDonald's." He shrugged. Peter knew that some people just couldn't handle the fact that America was getting faster, but Peter preferred to keep his own reserves about stuff like that. He didn't really liked to believe in things. So when issues like that seemed to arise, Peter neither agreed nor disagreed. Peter liked sort of remaining distant from things like that.
Yell? Very creative. Peter shook his head, "Not even close." Peter said, taking his milkshake into his hand and taking a large sip. "Wrong color." Definitely not yellow. Peter wondered if he should give maybe a tiny hint as to what the color was, but he took another sip of his milkshake instead. "I'm sure you will get it eventually." Peter tossed a sly wink. He didn't doubt at all that Everette would be able to guess it eventually. Sure he might have to go through a few colors, but it was possible to come up with. Besides, burgundy was a pretty well liked color. Bergan. Burgundy. He wasn't sure if he should be happy or upset that his parents had at least thought to change the spelling.
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