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Lunch

(I don't usually write too much, so since this is my first actual fanfiction there's gonna be a lot of mistakes and changes n' stuff, so sorry! I've been debating for a while whether to leave this as a one-shot or to continue it, and I bet you can guess which I chose XD anyway, I switched it to first person because I wanted to try something new since I never write in first person, so yeah!)

Evan pov:
The decision of which restaurant to eat at was made quickly, thanks to a  bubbly delirious who claimed to be the, and I quote, "master at picking restaurants". I'd prefer the "master at making really long names for himself", but I guess I'd be caught guilty by my own statement. Honestly, I'd surpass him with that one, but it's true.
Strikingly, Jon managed to pick the shittiest restaurant in the whole goddamn city. Del had realized his mistake as soon as we received our food, but he refused to admit it, announcing that he still held trust in his previously claimed "skill". He also threw in a "don't judge a book by its cover", but it's a bit hard not to judge this "book's cover" when it's appearance looks like McDonald's and Armageddon's hellspawn.

But whatever.

Unlike Delirious, I spared myself the large possibility of food poisoning and ordered myself a salad. Now truthfully, it looked like wet grass on a plate with some burnt croutons for garnish-considering no amount of added flavor would be able to save this concoction set before me.

It was obvious neither of us was interested in consuming even a bite of either of our meals, but thanks to my stubbornness due to the fact that I was paying, we were both going to have to man up and accept our ill fate.

(..this isn't exactly how he'd imagined his first lunch with his best friend to go. )

My staring contest with the salad equivalent of Oskar-the-Grouch was interrupted as del spoke up

"What the hell is that?" Jon questioned with obvious disgust, pointing at what I was now doubting to be my salad.

"A salad, I think." I responded, instantly noticing Delirious' questioning and unbelieving gaze. 

There was a solid five minutes of silence, besides the muffled conversations of two other unfortunate folk who had been deceived by this hamburger hell, before Jon threw his hands up in defeat

"A'ight, you win! This place sucks ass."  He grumbled, a victorious smile dominating Evan's face.

"Yeah.. but we're not leaving till you eat. I paid for that slop and now you have to suffer the consequences of your decisions."

"F*ck youu.." he whined, slowly picking up his burger. He paused mid-bite "don'tchyu gotta eat too?" He asked, smiling slightly

"Nope" I replied quickly "I paid for it, therefore I can choose whether I eat it or not. Enjoy"

Delirious pov:

My smile faded in response to Evan's words. I wanted to slap that smug smile clean off his Canadian face as I held the grease-soaked burger up to my lips.

Note to self: self, never f*cking let me choose anything ever again. -love, Delirious.

I took a bite, grimacing as grease and probably borderline rotten tomato juice trailed down my chin, dripping onto my plate in an oily brown and reddish mixture.

Now I'm not gonna lie, the burger tasted like absolute shit. But then an idea occurred to me.

I faked pleasant surprise as I set the burger back down on my plate, nodding slightly as I licked my lips, fighting back a gag as I swallowed.

"So?" I heard Evan question curiously

"That was..amazing! Dude you gotta try it!"

His eyebrows furrowed as he argued "you're lying"

"Nah man! Take a bite of your salad and see"

Now if it wasn't for the wonderful curious quality of human nature, Evan wouldn't have dared taken a bite, but perhaps del was right. Maybe the appearance didn't ma- he nearly choked on the salad as the god-awful taste enveloped his probably now dead taste buds. Nevermind. Appearance matters. Appearance matters so much.

I bursted out laughing, Evan's murderous glare only fueling my fit as I gently pushed my plate away, having to refrain from pounding my fist on the table as I now coughed, my fit rendering me breathless. It took me a bit to gather myself and calm down, but ohmygod was it worth it.

Evan pov:

I glared at delirious as his clown-like laughter echoed through the restaurant. That sonavabitch. I noticed a smile tug at the edge of my lips, and it wasn't long before I had begun chuckling. What can I say? His laugh was super contagious.

"This is my first time meeting you in person and I already hate you" I said through chuckles, already standing up and pushing my chair into the table.

He could only nod as he giggled wildly, following me out through the doors of the restaurant.

"I am NEVER letting you pick where we eat ever again." I said seriously, though a smile still lingered upon my face.

"Already noted" he grinned, pointing fingers guns at me.

"Alright well, I'm gonna head back to my hotel room, I've got some videos to edit" I announced, a bit disappointed by my own words.

"Ah, me too" I noticed him go to place his hands into his non-existent jacket pockets, only to awkwardly slide his hands down his sides and instead clasp them behind his back. Pfft.

"See you tomorrow?" I asked rather hopefully, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible.

"Yeah!" He winked at me, spinning around to go catch a taxi "see ya tomorrow, Evan!"

I turned to glance at him as I headed for my car, keys in hand. "A'right!" I yelled back, smiling like an idiot the entire drive back to my hotel.