15 Chapter 15: Friends and Fries

"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT. This is just a casual get together THAT'S ALL!" He burst out in a blushing hot and bothered state. Almost dropping the tray he is firmly holding. "Let's just go to our table before I drop my food."

I sat up straight, keeping my distance towards Lawrence as we both walked to the nearest table he can find. He looked from left to right before locking his eyes to a table he deemed amazing by his awfully picky eyes.

"Here, we can sit here princesses." He lays down the tray as I pull the chair from under the table and then sat on it. I stared at the rectangular-shaped cuts of yellow material... the smell it was very salty and it looked like it was cooked deep with fry oil.

"Ooh! What's this! Perhaps I should try a bite." I reached for one of the yellow rectangle that caught my attention.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT" Lawrence slaps my hand, bringing the pack of it behind him. "THIS IS MINE AND ALL MINE. GET YOUR OWN YOU HAVE ONE OF YOUR OWN." He hisses at me, before guzzling down on the yellow rectangular delectable.

"What on earth is that exactly and why do you seem to just take it all for yourself?" I asked him as I sat down. He kept a distance towards me like a feral cat, looking carefully if I would touch his food.

"This is french fries. It's potato sliced in this manner and then fried. Although in fast food they inject it with dextrose a type of sugar that enhances the flavor and adding more preservatives to it... As much as I despise how it's made..." He blushes slightly. "It's been a craving of mine. So if you touch my fries you die." He chuckled softly putting his fries down.

"Oh! So it came from french?! Since it's called french fries right?" I asked curiously.

"Not really. This is American I honestly don't know why they called it french when technically it's not a french. Kind of like how they call a starfish, a fish when it's not a fish it's an echinoderm." He states biology jargon that I'm not particularly knowledgable at.

I just sighed, staying away from Lawrence's danger zone of food... because as soon as my hand wonders anywhere near his fries, he acts like a rabid animal. Hissing at me and showing his teeth showing aggression... well.

I look at my side to see my fries. It's golden and shiny texture calls to me like it wants me to eat it. "Why don't I give it a try since Lawrence thinks it's delicious."

I reached for the fries on my side. Taking the side of it as I slowly put it in my mouth. Savoring the flavor... it's very crunchy.. with a salty taste... hmm... it's very delicious... this is something that I've never tasted before.

"Do you like it?" He asks me, whilst gobbling down on his fries like a mad beast.

"Um.. they are delightful. Although please slowdown on stuffing your face with the fries... no one is going to take your fries from you." I giggled...

"You know... I despise this place. The food... it's full of sugar and salt.. and it's not healthy like at all..." He pauses a little from eating. "But... the food... my mind is saying no but my body is saying yes... I just want to eat it..." He giggled, continued eating his fries.

I smiled as I started to focus on my meal... I opened the rice packet and start chowing down on the food... the meal in front of me seems to be fried chicken and rice... hmm.. I suppose they would taste lovely... I can't believe the commoners have such good food that could be cooked in very little time...

Back at the castle when I would request for food. The chefs would take at least 30 minutes to cook it for me. I suppose this is why this restaurant is called "fast-food" because the food is fast. I chuckled just realizing why it was called that.

"Princess.. can I ask for a favor?"

"Yes? What is it, Lawrence? Are you okay? Why are growling like your a feral animal?"

His eyes locked into my fries... as I took a look at his large fries which at the moment was abundant... IT'S ALL GONE! Lawrence's mouth was like a vacuum eating all the fries in one false swoop.

"CAN I HAVE YOUR FRIES PLEASE? I kind of ran out... so PLEASE" He begged me, staring deeply into my fries full of desire. A lustful gaze that he never shows at all to me or to anyone. IT'S AS IF HE WAS SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO THE FRIES.

"Oh sure... you can have the fries." I give it to him as soon as the fries hit his field of vision. HE SWOOPED IT LIKE AN EAGLE CATCHING IT'S PREY. Proceeding to eat at lightning speed.

"Uh.. Lawrence... No one is going to take your food... so don't worry..." I reassured him since I'm kind of worried.. this kind of looks like an addiction. "Although are you okay? You are like... kind of a little on edge right now... is the fries.. like.."

"I'M FINE. Just getting a taste of what I wanted that's all!" He said in a perfectly sane manner.

"Hey, guys!" We then hear Meghan behind us. Calling for both of us.

"HOW DID SHE KNOW WE ARE HERE?" Lawrence whispers to my ear as we see Meghan slowly approaching our table.

"So sorry that I took quite a long time to go here. I kind of got caught up with a few of my fans but don't worry!" She shows us a mask and a hat. "I'll wear this so no one recognizes me!" She giggled sitting down to our table.

"Ooh! Can I have some of the frie-"

"NO! STAY BACK! THIS IS ALL MINE. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!"

"Uh... ya... he does that... he somewhat has an addiction to fries.. I suppose.." I said to Meghan who is flabbergasted by Lawrence's sudden emotional outburst.

"By the way... do you guys particularly seen anyone wearing a black shirt and sunglasses like near here by any chance?" She smiled asking us...

A person wearing a black shirt and sunglasses... why would she ask though...