little things :: zeroyalchaos au

sweeter than sugar

Anthony was in too deep.

It hadn't even been a full week since he 'met' him, and Anthony was absolutely positive that this was what love at first sight felt like.

He had no idea who the pretty boy was, and yet Anthony was completely smitten. Or maybe he's overreacting? There wasn't much of a way to tell. All he learned, in the span of three days, was that they had art together, and that his name was Steven.

Steven.

That's a cute name, Anthony had decided. Steven was cute. A cute name for a cute boy, it made perfect sense.

What wasn't cute, however, was how Steven had caught Anthony staring multiple times during class. Steven had been talking with that one kid, Bryce, and then suddenly Steven just turns and then they made eye contact for a few seconds, and Anthony wasn't sure if he should be really excited or really embarrassed.

He also told Galm about it. Galm was pretty trustworthy, he wouldn't tell anyone.

"Chilled. You barely learned his fucking name, and you're saying you're in love. That's both really impressive and kinda creepy." Galm glances down at Anthony, and then goes back to playing whatever game Galm had recently been hyped about.

Overwatch? Dark souls 3? Anthony wasn't sure anymore.

He rolls over on the couch, Galm's couch to be specific, and stares up at his shorter friend.

"But Galm! I swear, he's adorable. Like, if you ever meet him, you will see what  I when I call him pretty. And what do you mean by 'barely learned his name' ? Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?"

Galm sighs, pauses his game, then turns himself to face Anthony.

"Anthony. Chilled. Listen to me when I tell you, you're gonna want to get to know this guy first. Just because he's pretty on the outside doesn't mean he's pretty on the inside. What if he's secretly a douche? You don't wanna date a douche."

Anthony shrugs.

"I could always marry the douche. Who even said he was a douche?"

"All people are a douche until proven... innocent?" Galm snickers and shrugs.

Anthony gives a laugh and nods. But then his stomach growls, and he looks over at Galm's phone.

"We should order a pizza."

Galm glares at Chilled, shaking his head.
"I'm not ordering you a damn pizza. I know you're not gonna pay, and there's no way in hell that I'm paying either."

Anthony frowns, then glances at his phone. Galm was right, neither of them was willing to pay for a pizza. But he was hungry, so what other options did he have?

"You wanna call Smarty or Tom over? We can trick them into buying us food."

Galm stares at Chilled, then sighs.

"Go for it. "

Chilled groans lightly. "You're not gonna come with?"

"No, Tom and Smarty are too lovey-dovey with each other. You can suffer with them by yourself. Besides, what if Steven shows up? There's not many interesting places to go on a Thursday afternoon, you night run into him."

Anthony smiles as he texts Tom. Running into Steven wouldn't be so bad.

.

Half an hour later, the three are sitting at a little restaurant, Smarty having convinced Anthony with the promise of "the best milkshakes you'll ever have."