Summer Romance || A Jackbam One Shot

Summer Romance

Jackson sat at a table down at a table in the food court. As he absentmindedly started eating his usual order from the chinese place, he looked over at the ice cream stand.

Since it had been an unusually hot summer that year, you'd expect that they'd be hopping but not a single person was in line to get ice cream. The attendant had a bored, glazed over look in his eye and he was doodling idly on a receipt. Jackson sighed dreamily as he watched the boy.

Jackson had never had a summer romance before but he supposed it was better late than never. He hadn't gotten the courage to talk to the boy yet but he knew a little bit about his from the many times he walked slowly past the stand to try to listen in on his conversations. His name was Bambam and he had a cute accent that sounded like he was from Thailand? Yeah, it had to be Thailand. Bambam had a cute voice and would chatter on endlessly whenever he was with coworkers. He never stopped smiling and he was always really sweet when kids came to buys ice cream from him.

Letting out a high pitched squeal, Jackson covered his face with his hands and curled in on himself. Just thinking about the cute boy was killing him and he felt his cheeks turn pink. He took a deep breath and tried to breath at a more even pace. 

He hadn't even talked to the guy but Jackson was so whipped for him.

Jackson took a few more bites of his noodles before he peeked back over at the one cream stand. Bambam was still doodling, but overtime someone walked past him he would look up hopefully at them. When they didn't even glance at him, he'd sigh and add on to his doodle. Jackson frowned and rested his chin on his hand as he watched Bambam. No one was stopping by the stand and he was working all by himself today. that couldn't be fun.

With every sigh from Bambam, Jackson grew more restless. It was obvious that Bambam wasn't having fun. He was normally so lively, even when it was slow. Had something happened? Had he been alone all day? Or was it something else?

So consumed in worries for his crush, Jackson didn't realize how much he had eaten until he stabbed the bottom of the styrofoam carton and came up empty handed. He gave the carton a reproachful look, as if it was the reason Bambam was unhappy. Restless, he used his plastic fork to carve into to the carton. He ended up trying to make a likeness of Bambam that looked at him with a fake, unhappy smile.

"What are you looking at?" Jackson asked Fake Bambam.

Fake Bambam said nothing, even when Jackson raised his eyebrows challengingly. Jackson slammed the lid down so Fake Bambam couldn't give him that look again but it sprang back up and Fake Bambam smiled mockingly at him.

"What?" Jackson said angrily. "Are you saying I should go talk to him? That's crazy. I can't just go up to him say 'Hi I'd like some ice cream. Wow it sure is slow for you to day that's really weird shouldn't you be busy when it's this hot outside?' I can't just strike up a conversation with him like that."

Fake Bambam said nothing but continued to stare at him. Jackson stared back at him. After a minute of the impossible staring contest, Jackson finally gave into his stinging eyes and blinked.

"Okay," He pointed at Fake Bambam. "You've convinced me. I'll go talk to him."

Jackson stood up and threw away his trash before heading to the ice cream stand. So he wouldn't freak out, Jackson forced himself not to think as he got closer to he guy he'd been crushing in all summer. Bambam glanced up a little and smiled when he saw the man heading straight at him. He quickly put the recipe filled with his doodles on it.

"Hi!" Bambam cheerfully greeted him when he was still a few feet away from the counter. "Would you like some ice cream?"

"Yeah, that sounds great!" Jackson smiled in a way he hoped was handsome and charming instead of terrified and nervous like he actually felt.