"You call this dinner?" is a second part to the story "Coffee House" about Jordan and his girlfriend.. but this time jordan's best friend which is a girl is introduced into the story.

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You Call This Dinner?Oh summer time, good ‘ol summer time. It’s true, the best days of our lives growing up happen during summer. My best friend and I, Jordan, whom I grew up with ever since I was 3, always go on a road trip the first seven days of summer, starting the second we get out of school. It is never planned where to until the day we depart for a new journey, a new memory, and a wild adventure. This summer, our road trip is much needed, seeing that he has been so wrapped up in the whole “boyfriend girlfriend” scene, we don’t really get our, what we like to call “JLo” time (Jordan and Lauren time).

After I got out of school I headed straight home so I could gather everything I needed for the next week with Jordan and some things to keep me occupied in the car instead of listening to him pretend he’s “gangster” and trying to rap, although it can be quite amusing at times.

I’m in my garage with the garage door open, gathering bags, blankets, snacks, entertainment, and extra pillow and whatnot and I can hear Jordan from a block away screaming “WHOOOOO!” with his head half way out the window. He’s not too fond of school, so when it’s over, it’s an interesting scene.

“Kieny! Ready for JLo time girl?” Jordan asked me with much exhilaration.

“Is that a question? I look forward to our trip every year!” I replied with a sarcastic, snotty tone.

I piled everything we needed for the week into the back of his car, closed my garage, and sprinted into his car.

“I can’t believe you haven’t even asked where we are gonna go this year,” Jordan said in disbelief.

“I can’t believe Lyndee isn’t FREAKIN out right now,” I responded. Jordan gave me a weird look with one eye brow up and I immediately reacted as if I didn’t mean what I just said and acted surprised with the words that came out of my mouth.

I shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up. “Sorry,” I said so innocently.

“So where are we going Jay?”“Kansas City baby!”“Tight! Didn’t we go there like three, four years back?” I asked, but didn’t really care. I love road trips to Kansas City.

“Hey before we hit the hop on the interstate, what do you say we get an early dinner? My treat. Like… a friendly date,” Jordan asked me. It sounded nice. We used to go out to dinner all the time. I don’t know what happened with that. Oh wait, yes I do. Lyndee. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like Jordan, I just don’t like Lyndee.

“Yeah, that sounds good, surprise me,” I told him.

After a few minutes, I notice that he is pulling into the Sonic drive thru. A million thoughts are going through my head at this point and a smirk appears on my face, “Dinner? My treat? Good treat Jay.” He would do something like this.

“Welcome to Arby’s what can I get for you today?” The lady asked. She sounded bored to tears.