Jealousy; Zion

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"Oooh how about pizza for lunch" You said, mouth watering as you slightly tugged on your boyfriend's hand pulling him towards the pizza shop.
You and Zion had been out all day walking around, shopping and were now looking for somewhere to eat.

"Pizza sounds good" He said, letting you pull him inside the little shop.

Once you got inside, the two of you sat in a booth waiting for a waiter to come take your orders.

"Hey there, welcome to Papa's, can I get you started off with some drinks?" A young man, probably your age, asked.

"I'll have a sprite" you politely said as you skimmed through the menu of pizzas.

"And I'll have a coke, please" Zion said, eyeing the waiter.

"Ok, I'll be right back with your drinks" The young waiter said, only looking at you.

"Thank you" You said, to be polite. With a wink the waiter walked away to continue on to other tables.
Not thinking anything of it, it not having any affect on you, you turn to make conversation with your boyfriend, but he wasn't looking at you.

"Z, what's the matter?" You asked looking in the direction of his stare, only to be met with bright green eyes of the waiter from earlier. Cringing you turned back to your boyfriend.
"Z" Nothing. 

"Z"

"ZION!" You whisper yell his first name, him finally snapping out of it, looking at you.

"What, babe?"

"Stop staring at the damn waiter, What the hell is wrong with you"

"He was flirting"

"Oh well tell him you don't swing that way" You said laughing.

"NOT with me, dumbass! With you" He scoffed, obviously losing all senses of humor.

After a while of arguing with Zion, the waiter came back to ask what you wanted, so you kindly ordered your pizzas and asked them to pack the pizzas to go.

When the pizzas were brought to your table you picked up the boxes and grabbed Zion's hand, walking out the door.

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A/n: This was really short. Sorry, I haven't had a lot of inspo lately. I'll write more when I have ideas. I'll probably even rewrite this.

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