McBurgerKing is a flourishing business, starting back in the 1990s. Ever since, the greasy smell of burgers and delicious salty fries have comforted the lives of many. Including me.

Connor and I walked into McBurgerKing and instantly we were blessed with the wavering scent of fries and cookies and cream shakes. I drifted off onto the side of the restaurant, dragging Connor with me and looking at rhe menu.

"Hey, what do you want?" I asked, glancing at Connor and back at the menu.

Connor gave my shoulder a tap and says casually, "Don't worry about it. I'll pay and order for you." I turn and look at him before he adds. "Trust me."

I don't entirely trust him, but he is going to pay for my food. I go off and leave Connor to go in line while I find a clean booth to sit at. I look around and see the place almost empty except for a few toddlers with their mother and a worrier. I go and take a seat at an open booth and wait for Connor to finish ordering. In a matter of minutes, Connor was back with something i had never seen before out of a McBurgerKing menu. It looked fancy, nearly professional. I believed it was fries, all fancy, tied up in a pink ribbon with a red bow. Besides the fancy fries, there was a special milkshake with a sunset red orange with a hint of pink. Then, to top it all off, there was a burger with my name scribbled on the top.

"Here ya go," Connor said. After he spoke, the cashier rang a little bell and called out his name. "Oh, I gotta get mine. Save my spot."

I stared at the food in front of me as Connor grabbed his meal and came back, sitting next to me.

"Hey Connor," I started, grabbing my milkshake. "Where did you find this?"

Connor bit into his burger and tilted his head, as if saying "What are you talking about?"

I took the beautiful milkshake and made a steady rotation in my hand as I spoke. "You know, things like this isn't normal for a fast food chain. I mean, the burger with your name is fine, but the special milkshake and the bundle of fries aren't..." I started to trail off, feeling flustered and a bit flushed. Confrontation was not something I looked forward too nor did I like it. Thankfully, I didn't have too. Connor caught the wind of my drift and answered it for me.

"I used to work at a McBurgerKing." Connor said, swallowing his bite. "I invented this meal, so only veterans of the chain can order a meal special to them."

"Then why did I get one?" I said in a questionnaire voice. Or what I thought it was. Connor laughed at my attempt and smirked.

"Because only my friends get the first special treatment." Conner said.

I smiled and sipped my milkshake, astonished how delicious it was. My eyes widen in surprise of the taste. It was if I had taken a bite out of a tangerine and a watermelon at the same time. My smiled widen and I drank the milkshake quickly, the first to go.

I grinned in delight as I sent a praise, technically, to Conner. "This is way too delicious!"

"I'm glad you like it," Connor says before biting into a fry. "I used my special super-secret concoction to make it work."

"What's your 'super-secret' concoction?" I asked, unwrapping my fries and placing the ribbon neatly to the side.

Connor took the ribbon and held his black hair back with it as he spoke. "Well, than it's not 'super-secret', is it?"

"That's cliche."

"It's true." Connor said, stealing one of my fries. We finished the rest of the meal in silence, using nonchalant chatter to talk through this different occasion.

After we finished, I threw away our trash and we both headed out onto the motorcycle. It was nice and sunny for being 2:00. I threw on my helmet, Connor threw on his, and I got out my keys. My keys swung around my fingers as I got on the motorcycle. Connor got on and threw his arms around my waist, and something leaped inside of me. I couldn't tell why, nor could I tell why this simple action that has happened before did something. All I knew is that I had felt it before.

I turned the key for ignition and the motorcycle gave a humble reply. I heard Connor mumble something, not loud enough to hear over the Triumph Bonneville T100 's engine. I turned the engine off and turned to Connor, who looked up with an eyebrow raised.

"What did you say?"

"I said 'is it okay if we take a detour'?" Connor asked.

I didn't see why not. School just got out anyway. "Sure. But let's put our stuff in my house." I suggested. Connor nodded his head and I turned the key again, lighting the ignition.

I cruise down the streets towards my house for the second time that day, but not possibly the last. The breeze around me felt cool, easy going, a relieve of life. Connor's body heat seemed to keep me warm, even though that was completely unnecessary, I liked it. His body pressed into mine for security and warmth, to feel safe as we cruise on by.

"Hey Connor," I yell, the wind traveling my sound towards him. "Have you ever gone on a motorcycle before?"

I hear his faint response, half muffled from his mouth being pressed against my back. Try not to think about it. I say to myself as I ride.

"No." Was all I heard from Connor.

I reached a stoplight and stopped, turning to Connor. "You should gaze at the sights man. They're incredible." They truly were. When lights stream by past your helmet you can't help but be in awe.

Connor looked up from my back as the stoplight turned green, turning relive into surprise seconds after I sped off. I hear the relieve of Connor as he whoops behind me, feeling braver I hope.