Tom x Jerry OneShots

Lunch Date (Part 1)

Tom parked the car, turning the ignition off. He looked over at Jerry, Jerry slowly turned. He softly smiled, "What?" He laughed.

Tom laughed back with a soft smile on his face. "You look very pretty. That's all."

Jerry blushed, "D-Don't call me pretty!"

"Why not?" Tom asked, leaning in for a kiss. "You are~"

Jerry placed his hand on Tom's lip, "Pretty is more or so used to compliment girls..so when you call me pretty, you're kinda calling me a girl in a sense..."

"Jerry, no matter what gender you are I'd still love you. If I call you, 'pretty boy' would that be better?"

Jerry shook his head, "Just say handsome!"

Tom chuckled, kissing him on his cheek. "If we're late to our reservations, they'll give them to someone else and we won't get a refund..."

Jerry nodded, unbuttoning his seatbelt stepping out the car. When he did so, he almost fell from the ice on the ground.

"Woah! Be careful!" Tom said, falling minutes later after he said something.

"Thomas!" Jerry shrieked, running towards him but falling too.

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"Hi, I have a registration under the name Thomas. Thomas J(asper) Cat. It's set for 2:15."

The man scrolled through the book, "Are you sure? I'm not seeing anything under the name 'Thomas' or 'Cat' perhaps this is the wrong restaurant." Tom shook his head, pulling out his phone showing him the verification screenshot.

The man took Tom's phone, this was infact the right restaurant and the right date/time. However when he flipped through the pages, he still couldn't find Tom's name or reservation.

The man sighed, he flagged down another worker, and showed him the screenshot on Tom's phone, and pointed to the book.

"Cher moi, peut-être qu'il semble y avoir une erreur critique dans la machine qui vous a pris." He said.

(Translation: Dear me, maybe there seems to be a critical error in the machine that took you)

Tom blinked in confusion, "Huh?"

Jerry placed his hand on Tom's stomach. Stepping forward, "Quel est le problème?"

(Translation: What's the matter?)

He looked at Jerry dumbfounded, and whispered into the other males ear.

"The machine...ehhh...it take your order yes, but it does not confirm with us."

"Okay, but we can still be seated right?"

"Non, ne laissez pas ce sale chaton dans cet établissement!" The other worker had shouted, heading back to the kitchen.

(Translation: No, do not let that dirty kitten in our establishment)

Tom sighed, "So now what?" He asked.

"You fill out this form, yes. You tell what happen, and we give money back. Or, you call over the phone and speak to the manager and he reschedule you, okay?"

Tom groaned, "How long would it take to get a refund?"

"3 days my friend!"

"3 days!? But my payment was taken out immediately! I don't want a refund, I just wanna have lunch with my god damn boyfriend!" He yelled, causing the place to go silent, everyone stopped eating and stared at Tom causing a scene.