We were on the bus going home, but he insisted on getting off at the McDonalds stop because he was hungry. Since he worked there he talked to his co-workers, while I waited awkwardly on the sidelines. I didn't want fast food, eventhough I was hungry.
He offered me some fries on the way out, but I shook my head. He shrugged it off and we decided to walk the 15 minutes instead of taking the bus. It was humid and my hair exploded to epic proportions. I wasn't pleased.
We walked in almost silence for ten whole minutes. The only sound was his mouth chomping down and chewing on his Big Mac, or slurping his Soda. After he'd finished his five-star meal, he crumpled the paper bag and held it at his side.
Now that his attentions were off his stomach, I could feel his eyes on me, wondering. I hadn't spoken a single word the entire way.
"So, what's wrong?" he prompted, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
"Nothing," I said, waving my hand nonchalantly, and staring into the sky.
"How stupid do you think I am?" he had stopped walking and stared at me.
"I never said- - -"
"Talk to me," he said, still staring right at me. He insisted with his eyes. I sat on the curb, feeling the cool asphalt through my jeans. He sat right next to me, waiting.
I started to cry. He held my hand and rubbed my arm gently, back and forth. He sat with me while I talked and cried, rubbing the cold and the pain away.