My sweet baby, how dare his father hurt him.
I look over at him, and he looked so determined driving.
Beautiful houses turn into mediocre ones, then run down slightly, and then the abandoned looking ones. We turn into the parking lot of the restaurant.
We sat ourselves in a booth by the window.
Brendon looked for who was our waiter/waitress. And the moment he saw him, his face fell.
"Oh, great...what do you want?"
"I meant like, what to eat, Urie."
"Oh, well, Ross, I would like what I usually would eat here. You should know, you took me here many times."
"Ok, and what does your little friend want?"
"Umm, I would like some gorditas. And a Dr Pepper to drink."
"Ok." He forced a smile. "I'll be right back."
He continued to glare at us while he poured our drinks from the drink dispenser thing.
"One Dr. Pepper and one lemonade."
"And your food should be out soon."
Ryan left, and Brendon reached for my hand from across the table.
"Don't mind him, he gets...jealous...fast. And I kinda want him jealous right now."
"Dallon, is it bad that I wanna kiss you?"
"Uhh, umm, well-"
He cut me off by kissing me. I didn't mind, it was nice.
"BRENDON!? WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?!"
"Wh-Ryan, this is my new boyfriend, I told you last night, we broke up. By the way, he tastes like you, but sweeter."
"I thought it was the stress."
"No it wasn't."
"Well, heres your fucking food now leave."
"No, we are paying customers, we're staying."
Ryan stormed off, into the employees area.
"Like I said, jealous."
We sat in silence, eating our food. And yes, the gorditas were good.
"I wanna kiss again."
"Fine, but don't complain I taste like gorditas."
"It won't be that bad."
I pulled him over and kisses him. He tasted of tacos, like authentic tacos.
"I like you a lot."
"I like you a lot too, Brendon."
We get up to leave and he leaves a $2 tip.
"I'm not a monster, I'm nice, see."
"Yes, and you're cute."
"Thank you, you are too."
~~~in the car~~~
Seaman🌊: dude, did you see the video Ross sent to everyone?
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