Michael.
Jack lead Michael through the busy streets to an ice cream parlor a couple blocks down from the café they had originally met at. The entire way Michael struggled to keep up with the older man, knowing he wouldn't have this problem if he'd grow some balls and grab Jack's hand.
"What flavor are you gonna get?" Jack asked, his dark eyes scanning over the many different flavors.
The younger's eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, glancing between the ice cream and Jack. "What should I get?"
A smile tugged at the corner of Jack's lips at the cute face Michael was making. Funny how the current big decision in Jack's life is to go without cable or wifi for a month until he can get all his bills paid, but Michael's is just picking an ice cream flavor.
"Whatever you want." He smiled and Michael pouted.
"You're no help."
Jack chuckled as a young girl with her hair in a high ponytail came over and smiled, asking for their order. After Michael settled on two scoops of cotton candy flavored ice cream (that Jack insisted on paying for) the pair found their way to a small table in the corner of the shop where Jack finished his coffee while Michael ate his ice cream.
"So, how did you end up at the speed dating place. You seem far too young to be that desperate for a relationship." Jack asked, tracing the letters of his name on his cup.
"A dumb bet with my dumb friend. I bet my friend Cameron that I could beat him at guitar hero. Loser had to try speed dating." Michael shoveled a scoop of ice cream in his mouth and tried to talk around it. "I'm not as good at guitar hero as I thought I was."
Jack chuckled and shook his head. "I had to buy you ice cream just to hear that you suck at guitar hero."
Michael smiled around his spoon, eyes crinkling in the corner in an adorable way that made Jack internally sigh.
"How did you end up in that dating place again?"
"My friends are annoying pricks that forced me into it." Jack muttered, taking another sip of his coffee.
Michael suddenly felt a vibration against his leg as his phone dinged, signaling he'd received a text. "Sorry." He mumbled, struggling to slide the slim iPhone out of his tight pocket.
From: Jordan ehhhhckes
Code: Tay. I repeat, Code:Tay.
Before he could reply he was receiving another text.
From: Ferri godmother
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING IN BUT ROB WANTS US ALL AT TAY'S.
To: Jordan ehhhhckes, Ferri godmother
I'm in the middle of a date with a hot guy are you fucking serious. Omw. Fucking hate Tay.
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Hey there it's been a while. I'll update again soooooon. :)
Fun fact: Mike Ferri followed me on Instagram (most likely by accident while looking through his notifs) but I think he's unfollowed me by now lol
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Speed Dating | Clifford + Barakat
Fanfiction"You have five minutes. Once those five minutes are up you will move onto someone else. You've all been given a number. If at the end of the night there is a mutual interest between two numbers you will both be given each other's contact informatio...
