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"What's the answer to number eight?" Your friend asked while handing you her homework.
"(67)4+8<23/X," You answered. Stupid doctors collage. Another minute passed of silence. "Were is my fricking taco?" You asked with a hit of annoyance in your voice. Your friend looked up again, and simply shrugged. "Well. It has been twenty-four minutes and its still not done?" You looked down at your watch. "Correction twenty-five minutes!" Leaving the table you sat at you stood up and headed to the counter of the small restraint you were in.
"Yo! We're is my taco?" A boy that looked to be about fifteenth turned around.
"How should I know." You blinked.
"Well you took my order."
"Trust me if I had taken YOUR order I would have remembered," the kid looked you up and down. "In fact if you want I'll take a special um... request if you want." You blinked again
"No!" You said in disgust. "Hell no!"
"Aaaa. Come on you know you want to."
"What I want is a T.A.C.O."
"What about I give you mine?" Had he really just said that. Perhaps the worst line in history that you had ever herd of.
"How about....NO! All I want is a taco." You paused. "NOW." He didn't move. His eyes fixed on... Well the top area of your shirt... you know what I mean. You were just about to slap the fool into next Wednesday when someone from behind you grabbed your hand.
"Now no need for violence. Right? Save that for the shoe sale." Turning around you saw Tony Stark was the one who had grabbed your wrist. You wiggled out of his grip and turned back to the idiot who wouldn't give you your taco.
"Now listen here. If you don't give me a taco I'll bite your-"
"My pillow? Yeah. Probably. I do go in dry after all." You could here a chuckle from behind you, but all you could do was have the most disturbed look on your face.
"I'm sorry, but I only date men. Now give me a taco before a bitch slap the last of your remaining brain cells out of you!"
"Ow! A sassy one." Turning around you saw Tony standing a little bit away watching, while your friend was fangirling.
"GIVE. ME. MY. TACO."
"What do I get." There was a loud slapping sound, and you walked out only to have Tony run after you.
"Hay. You dropped this." He handed you a slip of paper. Looking at it you realized it was his phone number.
"Excuse me but I-" He was gone and your friend was in his place.
"OMG! OMG!YOU GOT TONY STARK'S NUMBER!"
"BUT I WANTED A TACO!"
--------Le time skip presented to you by Roberto's Taco Shop--------
"And that children is how I met your mother." Tony finished off the story to his kids.
"So mamma was fighting over a taco?"
"Yup... but I never told you anything... she does not like that story as much as I do children... NOW WHO WANTS SOME TACOS!!!!"
"(67)4+8<23/X," You answered. Stupid doctors collage. Another minute passed of silence. "Were is my fricking taco?" You asked with a hit of annoyance in your voice. Your friend looked up again, and simply shrugged. "Well. It has been twenty-four minutes and its still not done?" You looked down at your watch. "Correction twenty-five minutes!" Leaving the table you sat at you stood up and headed to the counter of the small restraint you were in.
"Yo! We're is my taco?" A boy that looked to be about fifteenth turned around.
"How should I know." You blinked.
"Well you took my order."
"Trust me if I had taken YOUR order I would have remembered," the kid looked you up and down. "In fact if you want I'll take a special um... request if you want." You blinked again
"No!" You said in disgust. "Hell no!"
"Aaaa. Come on you know you want to."
"What I want is a T.A.C.O."
"What about I give you mine?" Had he really just said that. Perhaps the worst line in history that you had ever herd of.
"How about....NO! All I want is a taco." You paused. "NOW." He didn't move. His eyes fixed on... Well the top area of your shirt... you know what I mean. You were just about to slap the fool into next Wednesday when someone from behind you grabbed your hand.
"Now no need for violence. Right? Save that for the shoe sale." Turning around you saw Tony Stark was the one who had grabbed your wrist. You wiggled out of his grip and turned back to the idiot who wouldn't give you your taco.
"Now listen here. If you don't give me a taco I'll bite your-"
"My pillow? Yeah. Probably. I do go in dry after all." You could here a chuckle from behind you, but all you could do was have the most disturbed look on your face.
"I'm sorry, but I only date men. Now give me a taco before a bitch slap the last of your remaining brain cells out of you!"
"Ow! A sassy one." Turning around you saw Tony standing a little bit away watching, while your friend was fangirling.
"GIVE. ME. MY. TACO."
"What do I get." There was a loud slapping sound, and you walked out only to have Tony run after you.
"Hay. You dropped this." He handed you a slip of paper. Looking at it you realized it was his phone number.
"Excuse me but I-" He was gone and your friend was in his place.
"OMG! OMG!YOU GOT TONY STARK'S NUMBER!"
"BUT I WANTED A TACO!"
--------Le time skip presented to you by Roberto's Taco Shop--------
"And that children is how I met your mother." Tony finished off the story to his kids.
"So mamma was fighting over a taco?"
"Yup... but I never told you anything... she does not like that story as much as I do children... NOW WHO WANTS SOME TACOS!!!!"
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