I'm so sorry everyone

This is why we cant have nice things im sorry

"Last chance to McChicken out, King." The King stared at Ronald.
"Come on, man. It's not like I haven't met your parents before," King said with a grin to the boy next to him. "Plus, you already gave me the twenty bucks. It's not like I can back out now."
Ronald sighed and said, "I guess you're right. Come on, they're waiting on us."
King ran ahead of Ronald to hold the door open for him with a sly wink.
"Knock it off; you're getting way too into it," Ronald whispered and nudged the boy next to him, earning a laugh.
Once they were within view of Mr. and Mrs. McDonald, King intertwined their fingers together and led Ronald to their table. No matter how many times they would hold hands in the halls to really sell their relationship to their peers, Ronald never really got used to it. Warmth spread to his face, and a blush formed underneath his clown makeup. His heart felt like putty in King's warm, soft hands, and he hated it.
An excited gasp arose from Mrs. McDonald. "King? Aw, Ronnie, you should've told me! How sweet is that? You guys were so cute playing together all those years ago! Ah, you were so small!" She gushed on and on about the boys' pasts of running around together and playing house.
"Mr. and Mrs. McDonald, it's been a while," he said, flashing them a charming smile. Ronald swore he could melt right then and there as he gazed at the boy next to him. One hand supports the weight of his own head, and the other holds the hand of the perfect boy next to him.
"Earth to Ronald? What drink are you ordering?" King had been tapping on his shoulder with his free hand.
"Oh! I brought a drink from home." Ronald pulled a cup of Sprite from one of his many pockets. The waitress rolled her eyes before leaving to grab their drinks.
"So, when did you guys decide to start dating?" Mr. McDonald asked, and a friendly smile painted his face. He had stopped wearing clown makeup after passing the family business down to his young son.
Ronald's mind went blank at the question. He stumbled over his words, and he answered, "Uh, at school! He told me to meet him in the courtyard." Without meaning to, his words came out as a question.
"Yep! The courtyard is really special to us; we always go there during free periods so we can talk, so I can watch Ronald paint, or so he can help me go over lines." Ronald's parents were enthused over their answers. King shot Ronald a grin, and Ronald smiled back. So far, so good.
The waitress handed them their cups before asking what they'd like to eat; everyone ordered a burger.
"So... any plans together for the future?"
"Mom-!" Ronald found himself covering his face with his gloved hands.
"Ronnie, I'm just curious!" His mother and father chuckled at their son's embarrassment.
Seemingly without even thinking, King answered, "You know how Ronald and I love dogs; we plan on getting one together and all living in a nice home together." King's hand slightly tightened its grip on Ronald's hand. "As for my restaurant, I wouldn't mind handing it down to my little brother so I can work alongside Ronald." Ronald looked over to his usually composed friend only to see a flustered face. His own face was warm too. He's certain that if it weren't for the clown makeup, his face would be bright red from King's saccharine words.
Their burgers arrived shortly after. Ronald and King had to let go of each other's hands to eat. Ronald would be lying if he said he didn't miss the feeling of King's hand in his.
"Hey, Darling?" Ronald nearly choked on his burger. "You have something on your face." King moved closer and, with one hand, held Ronald's cheek, and with the other, he held a napkin and wiped away a smudge of ketchup from the side of his mouth.
"Thank you!" His words came out as a flustered squeak. King's touch seemed to linger on his warm cheek; an electric-like buzzing stood in place of his soft touch.
"Honey, it's nearly 8:30." Mrs. McDonald lightly tapped on her husband's shoulder to alert him.
"It was nice to see you again, King." Mr. McDonald shook his hand. They all exchanged goodbyes.
King glanced over to the window facing the parking lot. "Ok, their car's gone. Man, that was kind of gay." They both laughed.
"Nice improv; good thing you stuck with drama club."
"Wanna head back to my house? We only have a couple more movies left in the MCU, then we can move onto DC."
"Yeah, with the art field trip coming up, I don't think I'll have much time this month other than now." They both got into King's car.
"I transferred back the twenty dollars, by the way."
"What? But it's not fair to you to make you do this for free!"
King sighed and said, "Ronald, I'm not going to take your money for just being a friend. I don't need an incentive to help you." He took one hand off the steering wheel to reach for and grab one of Ronald's hands.
"This is kinda gay."
"Yeah, that's kind of the point." King laughed at his own statement, but Ronald's grin faded at that sentence. Oh god, he was toying with him, wasn't he? Ronald laughed along but hastily released his hand from his grip.
Ronald tried to ignore the hurt, confused expression on King's face, saying, "No need to act like that anymore; no one is around that we need to pretend for."
"Right, right. Sorry." All of the King's discouragement seemed to fade within minutes. "We're here!" He opened both the car door and the house door for Ronald. "Are you sleeping over tonight?"
"Yeah, my parents texted and said they wouldn't be back until tomorrow night."
"We definitely have enough time to finish the movies then!"
Ronald looked at his friend's excited face. He didn't think he could handle staying up all night next to him. They hadn't had a sleepover since his stupid crush started. "Maybe we should just watch one tonight; I'm pretty tired."
"Oh. Ok." He tossed the remote to him and said, "Get it set up; I'm going to make sure my room is actually clean."
Ronald threw himself on the couch and scrolled through Disney+ before selecting where they left off. He sighed. He seriously fucked himself over. He combed a gloved hand through his fluffy red hair. His stupid crush on King seemed to suffocate his mind like a boa constrictor. Just being his friend wasn't good enough for Ronald, so he asked him to fake date him. He really thought that would be enough for him, but it never was.
"God... what do I do?"