“Have you ever dipped a fry into a vanilla ice cream cone?”
I nod.
“It’s like the same thing. Try it.” He scoots his McFlurry closer to me.
“Okay.” I dip half of my nugget in his McFlurry without even thinking I’m pretty much double-dipping. He doesn’t seem to mind. Before I eat it, I look at it, grossed out.
Kai laughs at me.
The sweetness and saltiness hit my taste buds once I start chewing. He’s right; it isn’t bad. Itislike dipping a fry in your ice cream.
"See, I told you it wasn’t bad.”
I chuckle. “What made you try this?”
“I was running late to work one day and was trying to eat my lunch while driving, and I dropped some of the Oreo McFlurry onto my lap where my nuggets were sitting. I didn’t have time to scrape it off, so I ate it. And yeah, since then, I’ve always eaten my nuggets with an Oreo McFlurry.”
That’s something I’ve never heard before. I learn something new every day with him. I guess learning to drink isn’t the greatest thing to learn, but while we drank, he taught me how to play pool. Some people do that as a sport. I could say I learned a new sport.
“So, you have a job?”
He nods. “My uncle owns a welding company. I work for him after school. Do you have a job?”
“No. Well, I do help watch the neighborhood kids sometimes.”
“That’s something.”
Sometimes I’m embarrassed that I don’t have a job. A lot of sixteen-year-olds have jobs.
“One day, I want to start my own welding company.”
I’m surprised by how much ambition he has. Do all teenagers have this much ambition? “Do you have to go to college for that?”
“No. Not really. You can if you want to get a business degree. But why spend so much on college when you can put the money toward your own business?”
That’s true. I never thought of it like that.
“Do you know what you want to do?” he asks.
“I think I want to be a nurse.”
“You think?”
"Yeah, I’m not sure. I hate school, and that’s a lot of schooling.”
We both finished eating ten minutes ago. I know we should get back to school, but I don’t want this time together to end. I don’t want to go our separate ways yet. He makes me feel giddy inside. It’s easy talking to him. I don’t have to try so hard with him or act fake just so he’ll like me.
“Why don’t you start your own business, then?”
I laugh at that idea. “What would I start?”
He looks at me sternly. He must be serious. “What do you like to do?”
I shrug my shoulders. That’s sad. I don’t know what I like. Do all teenagers know what they want to do before they’re eighteen? I think eighteen is too young to decide what to do. Kai’s right. College is expensive. What if I start and then end up not liking it? All that money would be a waste. Why do teenagers have to decideso young?
“You’ll find something,” he says, looking at his watch.
Shit.He wants to go.
