Jump For Joy(a Zanvis FanFic)

Chapter 5: Grilled Cheese

{before we begin, I wanted to say sorry for posting so late. I was going to do something different, but the chapter for the date wasn't perfect. I couldn't live with it. Soooo being the doofus I am decided to delete the entire thing. I promise to post the juicy info on the date on Wednesday. This chapter was just a quick thing I put together. I hope you enjoy some Garrence. Goodbye my sweethearts!}
Oh! And image above is perfect... As well as not mine.

Laurence's POV

Something was definitely up. Dante wasn't his usual self since Vylad's visit. When both the blunette and Travis headed out with quite the sophisticated apparel, the brunette began to put two and two together. His more oblivious best friend didn't seem to notice any of these signs, and continued on as if none of what was happening could possibly concern him. While the plot on the other hand said otherwise.... Speaking of, it was Laurence's cue to admire Garroth's beauty from afar, not caring he shattered a wall commonly graded as the fourth of many charming barriers in the process.
    
The handsome blonde was chewing his bottom lip as made his desperate attempts at making actual food. Laurence smirked and snuck up behind him. As smoothly and calmly as possible.

-Which was quite hard when you were getting jitters running all along your skin-

He rested his chin along the broad shoulders of Garroth Ro'Meave and grasped his wrists to lead his friend in through each step. Taking a quick peak, Laurence saw a light carnation pink glow prancing blissfully across the blonde's face. He chuckled and turned back to their hands. So close to being interlaced like two twin strands twirling gracefully around each other with such a formation to create a beautiful masterpiece. Or something cheesy along those lines.

"....And there you go. A perfect grilled cheese that both of us can enjoy. Aren't you proud of yourself~?" He cooed to Garroth.

"Y-Yes. U-uh-um, L-Laurence? Y-You c-can let go of my h-hands n-now," at Garroth's words, Laurence reluctantly released his friend and turned to set out the plates. One for himself, and one for the Garroth. The Garroth.... Ha! His Garroth. That is a much better phrase.

The blonde brought over the cheesy sandwiches whispering to himself, "hot, hot hot hot hot... Hot!" He cried out before lightly tossing the creations onto the plates.
   
"You know what else is hot?" Laurence asked, silently praying to Irene that Garroth wouldn't answer.

"Umm, what?" He played along. Thank goodness. If he hadn't.... Oh goodness, Laurence would probably be doomed.

"Mahself!" The brunette shouted, proud to project his voice throughout the entirety of the household. Garroth and Laurence went back and forth shooting compliments about themselves and the other playing along each time. This barely have any time to eat.

When the two boys began to fall short on compliments, the familiar sound of a knob jiggling and the click of a key relieving metal lock from its duties. Dante and Travis walked inside the house. Laurence took a quick glance at the time. The two boys had left at around late lunch. Maybe 4:30 something pm? And now, it was late. Impossibly late. At least, for a walk in a field of flowers. He and Garroth should have been in bed by now. 11:06 it was. Goodness gracious. No wonder he felt so hungry. The blonde took notice too of the time and turned is murderess gaze to Dante. Dante, run. He thought. The blunette was blissful. Smiling to himself as he completely ignored Garroth's glare and began wandering into his room. What a numbskull.