I'm Looking At You

Chapter Five: Coffee at Mcdonalds

I flush a little and Diane and Patrick smile at me. "Hey, I decided I'd call." I tease Gage. He laughs a little and takes a deep breath.
"I'm glad you did. I was worried you had taken advantage of me." I roll my eyes and scoff.
"Me take advantage of you. Honey, that's not an actual possibility." I can pretty much hear him smirking. I can just imagine how life would be if people like me had the ability to take advantage of people like him. What a non-sense world that would be.
"Well what are you planning on doing today?" He asks. I look over at Diane and Patrick, smiling ear to ear. They have more faith in this than I do.
"I don't think I'm doing anything but laying around and fantasizing with my friends."
"Fantasizing about me can be time-consuming." He says amusingly. I roll my eyes and laugh.
"I didn't say we were fantasizing about you. Maybe we're thinking about Andy Beirsack." I'm always fantasizing about him.
I hear him chuckle a little under his breath and grown. "That man makes me question my sexuality. Anyways, If you're free in about an hour, you can come to McDonalds. I get off work in forty-five minutes. We can have coffee and food for free." I didn't take him as the McDonalds type. I subside a laugh, and nod.
"I might can make it." I tease. He groans and I can hear him fucking smirking again.
"Don't leave me hanging." I chuckle now. I find my sense of fake control amusing.
"We'll see." And I hang up, looking over at my two friends who are still smiling over dramaticly."
"Well?" Ask Patrick, blonde eyebrows raised.
"He wants me to meet him at McDonalds in a hour for coffee and free food."
"We need to make you look hot." States Diane. I roll my eyes.
"It's fucking McDonalds." I say, not seeing the point in looking 'hot' for a free McDonalds date. If it's even a date. Wait. Is it? Am I going on a McDonalds date with Gage Heronam? Holy shit, I think I am.
"It's fucking Gage Heronam. You need to look hot." Says Patrick as Diane stands up and grabs her make-up bag.
"It doesn't need to be bold. Just something light to make you look less 'I just rolled out of bed and went to McDonalds.' So, you're going to let me do your make up." Says Diane, unzipping it and taking out a couple of it's content.
"And I wanna do your hair." Say Patrick beggingly. Diane looks over at him with an amused grin.
"You don't even try to be straight, do you?" She say. Patrick looks at her all innocent.
"I'm not gay." He say, all pouty.
"You're fucking Narnia." She laughs "you're stuck in the closet And everyone knows it."
"Hey, not everyone knows about Narnia." He argues, and we all laugh, knowing that what she is saying is true. He may never have out and said he was gay, but everyone who knew him, knew he was. It was amusing to all of us.
She puts some light foundation on me to match my skin tone, and applies some nude shadow to my eyelids, followed by a winged line and slight mascara. Patrick straightens my dirty blonde curls and pulls a couple strands back to show my face better. I put some ripped up blue jeans on along with a White T-shirt with a bunch of question marks on it. They both look at each other's masterpieces with wide grins.
"Hell mother fucking yeah." Patrick says excitingly.
"Now go get the booty." Diane demands.
"Diane, it's not all about the booty." I say. And she argues of course.
"Everything is about the booty. Booty is life." Me and Patrick roll our eyes. I look at the time, fifteen minutes to get there. I should go.
"Okay. I'm going to go now. Try not to trash my room." I plead. They surrender and step back, giving clear shot at the door. I go, hoping in my car and driving to the local McDonalds as butterflies fuck each other in my stomach.

I get there five minutes late, and he's waiting outside, arms crossed. I watch his muscles shift as I pull up. His smile when I step out is blinding. His blue orbs catch my green ones and I lose my breath momentarily. This guy literally takes my breath away. I don't like it.
He walks up to me and catches my face in his hands. He kisses me softly, his lips brushing against mine. Then he attacks my lips like they were his prey. Moving them against mine with rhythm. I kiss him back because he's Gage, and if Gage kisses you, you kiss him back. Then he pulls away hesitantly and looks into my eyes. "Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you first this time." I smile, the damn butterflies deciding to have an orgy, and nod. He takes my hand and walks me inside where two cups of coffee, a parfait, a ten piece, and a burger wait for us.
"I wasn't sure what you liked. So I got a couple different things. Whatever you don't eat I will. The burger has no mayo or pickles. I hate mayo an pickles." I laugh. Irony.
"I hate mayo and pickles too." I say, honestly. He smiles and pulls my seat out for me. I sit down and unwrap the burger, ripping it in half. "Sharing is caring." I say. "And I like all of these these things. So we are going to have to share." He smiles triumphantly and bites into his half of the burger.
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms again, the muscles in his arms tightening. He looks at me curiously and I look at him. "So. Tell me more about you." He says.