❈ Frito Burrito? ❈

i was sitting up against the opposite wall from the door to the recording studio eating fritos. i was waiting for tom to finish up so we can go to dinner. after 20 minuetes of waiting, i decited to go the vending machine and spend a dollar on a bag of fritos. i dont think ive met anybody who loves fritos.. i dont even like fritos, but thats all they had. so i dumped a handful of fritos into my palm and picked at them slowly. i watched people walk by wail i shuvved a frito into my mouth. the studio door opened. i looked up, hoping it would be tom. "hey kayla!" fred said as he sat on the floor next to me. "hey fred.." i took another frito out of my palm and looked at it. fred whispered "everywhere i look i see bret michaels, starring at me..." my shirt had a black and white picture of bret michaels where the color was his blue eyes. i whispered back "im sorry." he laughed "nah, im kiddin'." i asked "sooo, when is tom leaving?" "i dont know. all i know is that i eat dinner at 9." "do you want some fritos?" he looked the pile in my hand "nah. do you want a mint?" "no thanks.." he took a mint out of his pocket. it was crushed and some dust layed on the bottom of the clear wrapper "damn..." he shuvved the mint back into his pocket and stood up. "well, have a good day." he left.