Taking Chances, Fries and Milkshake

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Jona's mom thinks that she's a matchmaker, but every time she tries to set Jona up with someone, it ends up a disaster. Jona thinks that the blind dates are terrible, "It's like eating milkshake with fries." What Jona doesn't know is that maybe milkshake and fries isn't such a bad match.

Submitted: August 05, 2012

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Submitted: August 05, 2012



So it all started like this, it was just a normal day. I was tumbling on, well, tumblr. My mom has this thing, where she likes to hook me up with her friends kids, but I would never be interested. She would go on all day talking about how we’d be a perfect match, but my mom’s view of perfect is my view of amismatch. It’s like eating milkshake with fries. Disgusting isn’t it? Well anyways, where was I? Oh right, tumblr. So I was doing what I usually did, as my mom barged in my room. “Jona, get up. Get ready.” My mom took my laptop and threw an outfit on my bed. “Change, you have a date.” My mom never listens to me, I already knew that even if I told her that I didn’t want to go, she would make me go. She would shoot down all of my reasons, no matter how good they are. So I put on this so called “professional” outfit she put together for me. (I looked like an old lady. It was gross.)

“Mom, for the last time, I’m not interested. I’ll go to your blind date, but I can’t promise you anything.”

“Oh honey, I’m sure you’ll fall in love right away.” Oh, I forgot to mention that my mom always thinks that she’s right.

“Mhm, sure. What time will he be here?”

“Soon. Oh honey, I could just imagine it now. He’s your type.”

“Mom, every time I go on blind dates that you set up, it ends up like a disaster.”

“Oh honey, don’t worry about it. If things don’t work out, it’s okay. He’s only here to visit. He lives in a different country.”


An hour later, the doorbell rang. I really didn’t feel like going on a date. That day was suppose to be my One Direction catching up day. “Honey! He’s here!!!!”

“Shit, I’m still in my pjs. UGH! WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME? MAYBE… maybe if I pretend that I’m sick, he’ll leave. It’s worth a try.” I thought to myself.

Before I left my room, I checked myself to make sure that I looked like a complete mess. “Mom, I’m not feeling well.” I let out a really loud and disgusting cough.

“Oh no, no, no, you’re not fooling me.” She whispered to me. “He’s a really good kid, honest to god.” She pointed to the kitchen. “Hurry, get changed. He’s expecting you to look your best.”

My mom shoved me in my room. I had no choice but to get dressed. I threw on my hoodie and a pair of jeans and walked to the kitchen. I tapped on his shoulder and asked him, “Hey, can you pass me a cup of OJ?”

“Um, sure.” He reached into thecupboard and poured me a glass of OJ.

“Thanks.” I drank my OJ. Once my glass was empty, I dropped it. I was in shock. “LIAM PAYNE?”

“Oh.. oh my gosh, are you alright?” he asked as he began picking up the glass pieces.

“Wait. I’ll be back.”

“I told you that you’d like him.” My mom whispered as she pulled me to the other room.

“You didn’t tell me…”

“Go on your date! GO!” she interrupted me. “Here, don’t worry about that mess. I’ll clean it up. You kidos have fun.” She shoved Liam and I out of the house.

I didn’t have a car, so I didn’t drive. He didn’t live here and his mom dropped him off, so he didn’t have a car. There was a moment of awkward silence when we began walking.

“Hi.. I’m Jona.”

“Hi Jona, I don’t think I should introduce myself. Haha. Sorry if I scared you back there.”

Instead of responding to him, I kept staring at him. His smile, his hair, his birthmark, his everything. It all felt like a dream. “You’re not real.” I whispered.

“But I’m here aren’t I?” he said with a smile and he poked my head. “Jona, come back to planet Earth.”

“Huh? Oh sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“So, where are we off to?”

I honestly didn’t know where we were going. We just kept walking. “I’m sorry. I’m still in shock. I mean, you’re Liam Payne. I’m going on a date with Liam Payne. This isn’t real.”

He took my hand and put it on his cheek. “I am real. This is real. Look, there’s a burger joint. Do you want to eat there?”

“Mmmm, sure.”

Before I knew it, I was sitting across Liam Payne. I ordered fries with soda; I kind of lost myappetite, and he ordered a burger combo with milkshake instead of soda. There was a LONG awkward silence, until our food arrived. Not to be creepy, but I watched him eat. I mean, dude, he was sitting across from me. It would be rude not to stare right? So anyways, we began to eat and I noticed something weird. He popped open the lid to his milkshake and began dipping his fries in his milkshake.

“What?” he asked.


“You’re kind of making me uncomfortable.”

“Oh, sorry. It’s just, your fries and milkshake…” I explained.

“Did you want some?” he dipped his fry in the shake and offered it to me.

“Um, no. I kind of think that it’s disgusting.”


“Nope, never. I mean, the idea of something cold mixed with something hot, or.. or… something salty and something sweet, kind of sounds disgusting.” I explained.

“YOU’RE THE ONE THAT’S NOT REAL! You have to try it. It’s amazing. I know that it sounds nasty at first, but honestly, it isn’t THAT bad. It’s pretty tasty.” He dipped another one and offered it to me.

“Um, no. You’re the one that’s not real. I mean, who eats their fries like that? I have my own fries. Thanks for your offer though.” A second after I finished my sentence, he grabbed one of my fries and dipped it into his shake.

“OH.. LOOK AT THIS!! Oh dear, your fry somehow found its way into my shake. I think it’s meant to be.” I laughed as he offered another to me. “Come one, it’s not that bad. You’ll like it, I promise.” He stuck out his pinky.

“Who does pinky promises anymore?” I laughed as I stuck out my pinky.

“Apparently, these two losers.”

I took the fry out of his hand, took a small bite, and made a disgusting face.

“No! What?! It couldn’t of been that bad.” I walked up to the counter to talk to the waitress and walked back to my seat. “What was that for?” he asked.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” I began to sip my soda.

“Well? How was it?”

I stayed silent until the waitress came to our table with another order of milkshake. I took one of his fries and dipped it into my shake. “Just lovely.”

“I KNEW IT! AND YOU OWE ME A FRY.” He reached for my tray and stole one of my fries.

“I guess fries and milkshakes make a pretty good match.” I said just when I took a bite of the fry he stole from me.

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