"I'm hungry," Declan complained.

Jordan snorted. "Nice to meet you, Hungry. I could have sworn Declan was sitting right here."

"Shut up," Declan retorted, leaning against the base wall. "I know you're hungry, too."

"Really? Up until now I was pretty sure that my name was Jordan. Not Hungry."

Declan rolled his eyes. "Jordan, you're so—"

"—awesome? Yeah, I know."

"Seriously, I'm—"

"—admitting how awesome Jordan is?"

"Jordan, you need to—"

"—stop being so awesome, because I'm making you look bad? Okay, Declan, I'm sorry."

"Ladies, ladies, stop fighting," Bennett hissed from the other side of the room. "You know, you're both—"

"—really awesome? Aw, thanks Bennett."

"JORDAN!"

Jordan swallowed. "Sorry, Mom. I take back what I said. Declan isn't awesome at all. Just me."

Bennett facepalmed and flopped down on the couch next to me. "I'm not in the mood."

"You're moody," Jordan retorted.

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

"You shut up."

"You shut up."

"Guys. I'm still hungry over here," Declan interjected, slumping down onto the floor.

Yep. It was about one o'clock, and, as usual, we hadn't done anything other than lounge around and watch Netflix. But the guys were all getting restless, just from being around each other too much.

Well, I think the source of the issue might have mainly been Jordan, who was basically the source of every issue.

"I don't care about your problems," Jordan hissed at Declan. "I care about my own problems."

"But our problems are the same."

"No they aren't! They're completely different!"

"How are they different? We're both hungry."

"But you're the only one complaining."

"Because no one's gonna do anything about it if I don't complain."

"No one likes a complainer."

"Jordan, you're complaining about my complaining—"

"HOW ABOUT MCDONALD'S?"

The bickering pair fell silent and whirled around to see Bennett, looking impressed by his own volume.

Everyone was quiet for a long time.

He coughed. "I mean, how about one of you simply walks down to McDonald's and gets you guys some McDonald's? There's a McDonald's right down the street from here."

"Fine. Who here wants McDonalds?" Declan asked, standing up from the floor.

Jordan and I raised our hands, and Bennett just stared at me. "You like McDonald's?"

When I didn't reply, he continued. "You'd have to be crazy to like McDonalds. Well, crazy or Jordan, which is basically the same thing."

"Hey!" Jordan gasped, crumpling to the floor. "Are you calling me crazy? I am not crazy."

"Hmm," was Bennett's noncommittal reply as he watched Jordan flail around on the floor, clutching at his heart and gasping.

"Guys," I interrupted. "Seriously, we're never going to eat if you keep arguing."

"I'm not arguing," Bennett objected. "I'm just explaining why I'm right."

"I have to agree with him," Declan added. "I don't particularly care for McDonald's either."

Jordan gasped.

"WHAT? You agree with HIM instead of ME? This is BLASPHEMY, I TELL YOU—"

"Blasphemy? What's blasphemy?" Declan asked, interrupting Jordan's wails of agony.

"It's an untrue or profane statement about something sacred," I answered.

"MCDONALD'S IS SACRED! WE NEED A SHRINE FOR THE HOLY HAMBURGERS!" Jordan screeched.

"Oh lord," Bennett muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. "We're all going to die of starvation if we don't make a decision soon."

"I'LL GO, SINCE I ACTUALLY APPRECIATE GOOD FOOD!" Jordan yelled, his green eyes wild.

"I'll eat it every once in a while," Bennet informed us. "But I feel like they use too many preservatives and things, and that the food isn't always warm and fresh, and that sometimes it lacks the proper flavor and seasoning—"

"What are you? A food connoisseur?" Declan asked. Jordan was still screaming blasphemy in the background.

Bennett nodded fervently, and Jordan stopped shrieking about holy hamburgers in the background long enough for me to speak up.

"I'll go with Jordan," I declared. "Anything to keep him quiet. We'll eat there, and then you two will just have to go hungry or something."

Declan pouted. "That's not fair—"

"LIFE ISN'T FAIR, DECLAN," Jordan shouted, pulling on some shoes and a jacket. "NOW LET'S GET SOME MCDONALD'S."

I stood up from the couch and gave Bennett a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping my own shoes on. "We'll be back!" Jordan called cheerfully from the doorway of the base.

"Hopefully," I added under my breath.

We walked out into the garage, dodged the sleeping-dart contraption, and headed out into the open. The sun was shining in between the trees and Jordan shielded his sensitive eyes from the light.

"I can't believe that Bennett doesn't like McDonald's. That's just—"

"—blasphemy, Jordan, I know," I finished his words. "But he can like whatever he wants to like."

"He's your boyfriend, of course you would defend him," Jordan protested. "But... but not liking McDonald's... that's just... blasphemy."

"Hmmm."

We made our way down the sidewalk and over to the corner, where there was a gas station with a neighboring McDonald's. We wove between cars in the parking lot until we finally came upon the sacred building.

McDonald's.

"Look, Naomi it's beautiful," Jordan sobbed, kneeling beneath the awning right outside the door.

"Jordan, people were already staring at us enough due to your amazing hotness. We don't need any more attention."

Jordan stopped mid-sob. "Did you just admit that I'm hot?" He grinned. "I'm telling Bennett you said that."

I couldn't help but blush. "I was just stating a fact. You are hot. That is a fact." I smiled slyly. "And Bennett's still hotter than you are."

"Hmmph," Jordan grunted, his grin fading.

"Don't look at me like that. It's true."

Jordan sighed. "Before you showed up, Declan was always the brawn, I was always the brains, and Bennett was always—"

"—both of those things," I finished for him smoothly. "But then I showed up, and now I'm the brains, so Jordan, you're just screwed."

He rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Naomi, for the vote of self-confidence."

"You know I'm just kidding. We never would have been able to do half the stuff we've done if you hadn't been our techie guy."

He grinned. "Aww, that's so sweet. I think I might just melt into a puddle right here on the ground."

My stomach grumbled in protest. "Jordan, can your melting process wait? Because I'm hungry."

Jordan shot up, faster than lightning. "How could I almost forget? The McDonald's!" He threw open the door and paraded inside.

I rolled my eyes.

"Wow, look at this place!" Jordan squealed, glancing around at the red-and-yellow interior of the restaurant. "Look at all of the burgers!"

I rolled my eyes.

"And look!" he cried, practically shaking with happiness. "There's actual real food! Look at this place, Naomi!"

I rolled my eyes.

Jordan paused from his admiring. "I swear, Naomi, if you roll your eyes one more time, your eyes will fall out of your head."

I was very tempted to roll my eyes.

"Jordan, we came here to get food, not admire the restaurant," I pointed out. Jordan nodded like a sad little kid but immediately perked up when we came to the counter.

There was no one there.

"Hello?" Jordan called excitedly, his loud voice echoing through the restaurant. "Is anyone there?"

"Yes," called a grumpy voice, a voice I knew far, far too well.

A voice that belonged to Harvey.

(Yes, anyone who's read TGGBB2 knows that Harvey works at The Mad Hatter now, but let's just pretend he works here too. A/N)

"Harvey?" I cried. "What are you doing here?"

He snorted, his arms crossed like the first time I met him. "I only work Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at the Hatter," he grunted. "On other days, I work here."

Jordan and I exchanged glances. "Why not?"

Harvey swallowed and turned away from us. "It doesn't matter why not," he spat. "Just order already."

Jordan and I shrugged, just looking at the overhead menu and trying to decide what we wanted when there was a ringing noise.

Harvey yanked his phone out of his pocket and brought it up to his ear, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hey. Whatcha doing?" he asked into the phone. I noticed that he was smiling. Harvey. Smiling.

There was a pause.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm doing good. Better, of course, since you—" Harvey glanced at us and broke off, his face turning red. "I have to go... I have customers, you know."

Another pause.

"Love you too. Bye," Harvey whispered into the phone, before hanging up and stuffing it back into his pocket.

Jordan snickered.

Harvey narrowed his eyes. "You got somethin' to say, Wallace?"

I interrupted whatever Jordan's remark was going to be. "Was that—"

Harvey cut me off, his face red. "Yeah. I swear, Lorraine, if you mention this to anyone—"

"I won't."

"Good."

(Once again, you kind of have to go and read TGGBB2 to understand this -A/N)

We sat there in silence for a while, Harvey's face as red as a tomato, until Jordan spoke.

"Is anyone going to order or are we just going to sit here?"

We ordered and went back to sit down, leaving Harvey to put in our orders. "What was that all about?" Jordan quipped, kicking his feet up onto the table.

"It's a long story. And clearly, Harvey is going to kill me if I repeat it."

Jordan wiggled his eyebrows. "Who's Harvey dating?"

"It doesn't matter, Jordan," I sighed. "And you can never remember his name, anyway."

"Who's name?"

"Never mind."

Jordan gasped. "WAIT! You have to TELL me! You said no more SECRETS, Naomi! WHY won't you TELL me? This is BLAS—"

"Okay!" I hissed. "But keep your voice down."

Jordan immediately snapped his mouth shut and sat attentively, looking at me like a puppy. "Tell me, Naomi, please."

I sighed breezily. "Do you remember Cameron? Our waiter guy at the Mad Hatter."

"Yes," Jordan said after a pause. "What does he have to do with Harvey?"

I raised an eyebrow and waited for the collective gasp of realization.

"Ohhh," he said, grinning. He then raised his voice to an obnoxious shout and started to yell:

"HARVEY LIKES—"

"Shhh!" I hissed again. "Do you want him to kill me?"

Jordan shut his mouth. "Sorry," he whispered. "I forgot about that."

"What a shocker." I rolled my eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, Harvey called us to the front and handed us our food, a very uncharacteristic smile on his face. "Here's the food," he muttered, as if this wasn't obvious.

Jordan snatched it with a smirk and we left, throwing open the door. He threw the door open so hard that the bag went flying out of his hand and onto the pavement.

His eyes widened. "Noooo! The McDonald's! This is—"

"—blasphemy, I know," I finished with a grin.

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This is unedited, feel free to point out any typos and/or mistakes.