"Hi!" I said to the guy at the register, wearing the biggest smile.
"Hey," he grinned back, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw David shake his head.
"I just came from a party! Do you like my costume? Wanna see my tail? Isn't it long?" I asked all in one breath, causing him to laugh.
"It sure is!" He nodded, then looked over at David.
"I just want two cheese burgers, a small f- do you want fries?" He asked me, and I nodded profusely.
"I LOVE FRIES!" I explained, and he put both his hands on my shoulder.
"Okay, just try and keep your voice down no matter how hard it may seem, okay?"
"OKA-" I cut myself off, not wanting to make him mad. "Okay..." I whispered, then stumbled to the first table that was open.
David stayed to order, I watched him in wonder. I wonder why he didn't call my other brother instead of just one. "I'm hungry," I sighed, suddenly feeling a little depressed. I should have ate before I came. I didn't expect to be drinking though, and I didn't expect it to be fun.
I slumped in my chair, slamming my head on the table. When I heard David's distant laugh, I started to smile to myself. Such a pretty sound, I thought.
"Cheer up," he laughed, tapping me on the forehead. "You'll be eating soon."
"I'm tired," I murmured, staring out if the window. "My Mom is going to kill me."
"You don't have to tell her," he grinned, and I finally lifted my head up.
"She might not care anyways."
"I never really talked to her before we moved here."
"Oh," he said contemplatively, and I shrugged.
"It's not that I didn't want to, it's just that I never really had anything to say..." I trailed off, trying to gauge his reaction. He just gazed at me impassively, and I laughed it off. "She'll be so happy I'm doing things and actually holding a conversation with her she won't mind."
"So you just... Never said anything?"
"Well, I... One time I went a whole year without talking, and then out of blue I'd ask her if she had fun somewhere, or if she liked a book I gave her to read. Little things like that. Then it'd be back to silence, and that was our life."
"Did it bother her that you didn't talk?" He asked in all seriousness, and I sighed heavily.
"Of course it bothered her, I'm her daughter. I was all she had."
"Why didn't you just say something to her then? Did something happen?"
"I-" I was cut off by the call for our food, and I sighed in relief. Am I really supposed to tell him that I'm a depressed manic cause my Dad died almost ten years ago?
When he got back to the table with my tray, all the things we were just talking about slowly faded away. Feeling my stomach groan at the smell, I peeled the wrapper off of the burger and took the biggest bite.
I moaned my appreciation, closing my eyes. "I love food so much!" I said with a packed mouth, causing David to laugh.
"Now that's something your mom would kill you for," he joked, causing me to smile at him in admiration.
I can't believe he even remembered that! I grabbed a fist full of fries, packing them into my mouth. How can I be SO hungry?! I'm pretty sure it's only been two hours.
Once I finished my burger, David looked down at his half eaten one. "Do you want this one as well?" He laughed, holding it in my direction. My eyes widened, and I came face to face with it like I was going to smooch it.
He wants to give me his burger? That's like an indirect kiss! How would Kathryn feel about this? "Well?" He asked, laughing, and I gave in.
I took it from his hands but decided to eat a little bit more modestly than I did the first one. "Can I ask you something?" I started, gulping the food down with some water he gave me.
"Sure," he says, whipping out his phone.
"What don't you understand?" He furrowed his thick brows together, and I idly wondered if it was because my question or the person he was texting.
"What do you mean?" He asked, but he still didn't look at me.
"Every time you talk to me you say-" I puckered my lips, in a failed attempt at a deep voice. "I don't understand," I laughed at my own frog sounding voice, successfully getting him to look at me.
"I do not sound like that," was all he said, and after a minute or two we both began to laugh.
"You're right," I started. "You sound much worse."
"Oh, I beg the differ." He stated, and I raised a brow.
"Yes, really. I've been told that my voice is pretty attractive." You telling me? I thought idly, thinking of how whenever he spake it reached the darkest, unexplored parts of me.
"Did your mommy tell you?" I said innocently, batting my eyelashes at him.
"Haha." He gave me sarcastic laugh, and I grinned at him.
"Don't be so sensitive," I scolded, shaking my head at him.
"I'm not being sensitive! It's just I can't really take you seriously with those whiskers on your face." I laughed out loud, hitting him playfully on his chest.