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  • "You know," he began, his mouth full of chili-cheese fries, "For the money, Checkers is really one of the best fast food places out there." I ate in agreement, and then added, "The fries are good." We sat in silence for about a minute or two and watched an amateur drug deal take place in the parking lot. The quiet was broken by a gasp. I looked at him, waited for him to swallow, and then:
    "I remembered the dream I had last night!"
    "Well, tell me about it," I said, my mind deep inside a double baconzilla.
    "I was at a party, with Emily." Emily was a girl, for a lack of better words, whom he had taken an interest in. They had been "texting" for about two months then, and had never kissed or held hands, or anything of the sort.
    "With Emily and Sam." Sam was our good friend. He was attractive, and knew very well that he could have any girl that he wanted. He could be a bit of an ass, but I loved him dearly. I saw nothing wrong with Sam. David, however, found fault in anything and everything.
    "I was at a party with Emily and Sam, and I was kind of uncomfortable with them being so close to each other, because I know how much of a flirt he can be sometimes. So I took her outside."
    "Oh?" I provoked.
    "Yeah. Well, so we were making out on the front porch, and she looks at me and says, would your father mind if we fucked in your glove compartment?" The chili cheese fries were long gone now. All that was left of my tap water was ice.
    "And I said no." He made a bit of a face. He was a virgin. "So we were walking to my car, and the whole time I was thinking, wow, this is so cool, I'm going to get laid tonight!"
    "Well," I said, only half-teasing, "Did you?"
    "No, we didn't," he admitted, "We were walking to my car, and all of the sudden she turned in to Amanda."
    "Amanda Carpenter?"
    "Yeah. So I looked at her, and at first I was still into it, because honestly, I just wanted to have sex. But I thought about it, and I told her that I couldn't, because I had feelings for Emily, and it would be in bad taste to just do it in my car with another girl. And then she walked away."
    "That's it?"
    "No," he said, while throwing away the trash, "I went back to room where I was in the first place, and found Sam and Emily, fuckin' on the floor. Apparently they had been hooking up for months." I snickered, not knowing what kind of reaction he expected of me.
    "Sam's an asshole."
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