The Big Red Food Truck

"Melanie, get the door." My mother says, standing over the oven and stirring a pot of some gross health soup. I groan and get up, opening the door.

"Chase!" I say, then look over to Mom. She's not paying attention and doesn't see Chase. "Mom, I'll be right back."

"What? No, stay-" Her work cell rings. She looks at it, then back to me. "Go ahead. Get something to eat while your out. This soup doesn't taste good."

"Okay." I grab my pink and blue striped cardigan, pulling it over my blue camisole and grab my backpack. I shut the door behind me.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?" I say.

"Well, I see that you're glad to see me."

"No, it's just....my mom. She's overprotective and anti-boys. Well, anti-boys that are my age."

"I see. That includes me, doesn't it?" Chase says, laughing and taking my hand.

"So, what's up?" I say.

"Nothing. I just thought I'd take you up on that date thing. Since you said you'd go on one with me."

"Right now?"

"Yeah. I happen to know a great burger place."

"The big red food truck in front of the school?"

"Of course." We get to the food truck.

"What can I get you two pimple faced waste of space?" The rude worker says.

"Principal Perry?" Chase says, looking at the worker.

"Yup. This is my side job."

"How many side jobs do you have?" Chase asks.

"More than are legal for a principal to have."

"I don't doubt that." I say.

"We'll have 2 cheeseburgers, 2 vanilla milkshakes and one large order of fries." Chase says. Perry looks at us strange.

"Huhhhh, and I thought you said she was not your girlfriend, lady-hair?"

"Well, uh..." Chase stutters.

"Order up!" Someone from the back yells, distracting Perry.

"Here you go. Have a rotten day." She says, snickering. Chase rolls his eyes and hands her money. We sit down at a picnic table. I take a huge bite of my burger.

"This is awesome! And for something Perry helped create, it's weird!" I say.

"I know, right?" Chase says, dipping a fry in his milkshake.

"Eww! That's disgusting!" I say.

"No, the hot salty flavor of the fry is balanced by the cold sweet ice cream. It's awesome." He grabs a fry, dips it in MY milkshake, and shoves it in MY mouth.

"Chase!" I say to his grinning face.

"Just taste it." I chew and swallow.

"Okay, it's not that bad."

"It's delicious." He says.

"Ok, fine. It's delicious."

"I knew it." We finish eating, and then dump our garbage.

"This is fun, Chase. I really like hanging out with you."

"Hanging out?" He says, giving me a fake sad look. "Wow, I thought that we were more than this, I thought you liked me..."

"I do, Chase. And you know that." I say, grinning.

"I know. I was just kidding."

"Well, don't." I say, then wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He kisses me back. And it's awesome.