The Mega Burrito (A Springdale Youth Short Story)

Diondre's got his eyes on a new burrito at Taco Peso and demands he and his older brother Andrew go and get one. Christian/humor young adult fiction.

"Taco bell. You, me, right now." Diondre loudly said to his brother as he stormed into their bedroom holding up a pair of keys.

"What?" Andrew asked confused.

"We gotta go to Taco Peso. They just came out with this new super sized crunch wrap burrito. Oh man, "Diondre took a second to compose himself and began to list off ingredients with his fingers, "it's got--it's got cheese, oh man--it's got beans, i-it's got crispy chips--th-the uh fritos, a--and--"

"Yeah, it's a burrito." Andrew finished.

"I want one." Diondre said blankly.

"Well, let me go change out of my pajamas and we can go." Andrew got up from his chair and walked over to their closet to look for something more suitable to wear for going out.

Diondre shook his head and sighed, "Man, no one cares about your Spider-Man pajamas. Let's just go." 

"I care," Andrew shot back, "I'm a 23 year old man, and I'm not about to be seen in childish pajamas in public. It's not happening."

"Then why do you even wear 'em then." Diondre said, just standing there in awe of his brother's fit.

"Because I like Spider-Man." Andrew said, getting a shirt out from a coat-hanger in the closet.

Diondre shurgged and gave up the fight. He figured if he kept fussing with his brother the longer it would take for them to get to Taco Peso. He would be just moments away from putting the world's most delicious and new burrito to his mouth if he retorted and kept silence.

"Okay. I'm gonna go tell Mom and Dad we're leaving." Diondre said as he left their room.

"Okay." 

Man I wonder why me and my brother always gotta fight Diondre thought to himself as he walked to the living room where his parents were. Always ruining a good time.

Diondre plays around too much. He thinks life is just one big game. He's never serious enough. Andrew thought as he looked at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked "presentable" to the public. Man I need to get my teeth whitened.

And so the two were off and on their way to Taco Peso.

"Where is this Taco place at again?" Andrew asked as they got into the car.

"You know where that fabric store is? And that pet store? It's in that parking lot. We go past it all the time." Diondre said as he fastened his seatbelt.

"Oh okay. I think I know." Andrew said as he started the car.

"I sure do hope so." Diondre said with a cheeky grin.

Andrew looked at Diondre and chuckled, "You really love mexican food don't you?" 

"Yeah man. I eat that everyday." Diondre smiled even wider.

"That can't be good for your gut, all them beans..." Andrew's voice trailed off.

"They don't make me fart though." Diondre protested.

"Oh yes. Yes they do." Andrew said with a nod.

Diondre just shrugged and laughed off his brother's comments. He knew that they weren't true...or at least, not entirely. 

"Hmm. I wonder what I wanna get." Andrew said.

"You're getting the same thing I am." Diondre stated.

"No I don't like burritos." He replied. Diondre gasped melodramatically and "clutched" at his "pearls".

"You don't like burritos? Wh-what's the matter with you?" He squealed.

They both laughed at Diondre's act. Soon they pulled into the parking lot where their beloved Taco Bell was stationed, ready to serve  them.

"I am so excited." Diondre said as he began to squirm around in his seat with anticipation.

"Calm down, it's just a burrito." Andrew said.

"No, not just a burrito, Drew. This is the New Mega Crunch Wrap Burrito." Diondre corrected, as if it made any difference at all.

Andrew chuckled and drove up in the drive-thru.

"Hi welcome to Taco Peso!" Beamed the cheerful order-taker over the scratched and beat-up speaker.

Andrew stuck his head out the window, "Hi. Uh, can you give me a few minutes?" 

"Sure."

Diondre's face suddenly turned and he unbuckled his seatbelt as if he was about to give their order, "Man, what are you doing? I need this burrito like right now. Say you want two of their new burritos and let's get out of here."

"Dion, dude, calm down. I don't want that. Let me look at their menu." Andrew said.

"Fine. Go ahead." Diondre calmed down and sat back in his seat.

"Diondre, I really don't think you should get that burrito--it looks gassy." Andrew said. Diondre just shurgged at him.

"I want..." Andrew turned to the menu and glazed over the choices.

Suddenly it occurred to Diondre that he was acting rather impatient and rude to his brother. All because of a burrito! He then remembered a Proverb he had read sometime earlier that week in Sunday School about being hasty. Diondre looked down at his hands and sighed. 

Man. There I go again; acting like an idiot. Why am I so impatient sometimes? He wondered.

Soon Andrew was done looking and decided what he wanted to order. "Alright, I'm ready. I need one of the new crunch wrap burritos and one taco burger."

Diondre was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely noticed his brother was ordering.

"And I need two large lemon blasts."

"Alright. That will be $2.39." The order-taker said. Andrew drove around the joint and stopped at the window. He noticed his brother was being awfully quiet, something that usually meant something wasn't right.

"Dion, you okay bro?" He asked, giving him a nudge.

"Yeah. I just realized I've been acting like a hasty horse...and over a stupid burrito. I'm sorry I was so rude earlier--I just really wanted to try this new burrito. I shouldn't have made such a big fuss over it. I'm sorry."

Andrew gave his brother a reassuring smile.

"It's alright. Thank you for your apology. Don't feel bad, I know you wanted to try this new burrito."

"Thanks man."

Soon the order window opened and the Taco Peso employee gave them the bag of taco goodies and their drinks.

"Yay." Diondre said softly as Andrew handed him the bag.

"Thanks so much." Andrew said to the employee. And once again the two brothers were off and on their way back home where Diondre would stuff his face with the "new" burrito. Later that night, however, as he lie in his bed in the dark he would find himself overcome with gas and indigestion, but at least he got to have his precious burrito. 

"Andrew?" Diondre asked the top bunk, rubbing his stomach hoping for relief.

"Yes?" Andrew answered almost drifting off into sleep.

"I wish I would've listened to you. That burrito's got my gut doin' a dance."

"What?" Andrew asked confused.

"Never mind. Good night bro."

"Goodnight."