everybody talks [COMPLETED]

nine

"what was your boyfriend's name?" i asked him, trying to set a more friendly atmosphere.

"patrick. we're on good terms, actually, we just figured that we worked better as friends rather than boyfriends."

"well, it's definitely relieving that it didn't end in some messy breakup."

"you have no fucking idea," he added, staring right into my eyes. sexual tension was building up and i'm not mad about it.

"hello, i'm deeply sorry for the wait! my name is brendon and i'll be your server for today. would you like to start off with something to drink?" our waiter asked, interrupting our basically eye fucking in a completely polite way.

"i'll have an iced tea, please," pete responded.

"black coffee would be great, thank you."

"no problem! just let me know when you're ready to order."

"black coffee? what are you, satan?" pete questioned once brendon walked away.

"it's all i drink at work, give me a break. i've started to like it."

"whatever floats your boat, i guess."

"what do you look for in a guy?" i asked out of the blue. i need to know what he likes because i might have it bad for him, you never know.

"i like someone who's nice, funny, willing to take risks, and a tolerable taste in music wouldn't hurt every once in a while."

"well, buckle up, short stack, i hope you like red hot chili peppers," i said in that implied flirtatious tone. but, this time it was undoubtedly on purpose.

"i do, actually. i've seen them barricade before."

"when?"

"when i was 16, so about 3 years ago."

"19 and 20, thankfully not a weird age gap."

"yeah," was all he answered.

"do you have any siblings?" i asked after too many seconds of awkward silence.

"nope. just me."

"you probably already know this, but i have gerard. he's two years older than me."

"yeah, frank talks about him a lot, from what i've heard."

"yeah, try living with those two. it's like torture."

"maybe someday," he whispered under his breath. cue me internally screeching like a 14 year old at a one direction concert.

"yeah, maybe someday."

"oh my gosh, i'm sorry, you weren't supposed to hear that," he babbled, his face turning red and being hidden in his hands.

"no, it's completely okay. i don't mind."

"did frank tell you?" he questioned with a sigh.

"did frank tell me what?"

"that i like you?"

"he might've."

"goddammit," he said under his breath.

"who said it was a one way thing?"

"here's your drinks, are you ready to order?" brendon asked as he set down our drinks. just in time, dude. now i guess i'll never really know how pete feels about me.

———
petekey is arising don't worry