ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ|| jachary a.u.

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴄʜɪᴘᴏᴛʟᴇ

The doorbell rings.

"I'm gonna puke." Zach runs up to the kitchen sink.

Christina opens the door.

"Hey! Where's Zach?"

"Barfing his snack on the kitchen sink."

"Is he okay?"

"Yes...maybe... probably not." Zach smiles nervously.

"You look beautiful...and I got you a rose." Jack hands him the flower.

"Thanks and you look good...really good." They chuckle.

"You know the drill, you hurt him I'll kick you in the nuts so hard they'll hide inside you again." Christina smiles.

"Sex with a condom! I'm still too young to be an auntie and have fun...but preferably doing legal things."

"That's no fun Chrissy and I'll be okay, I have my knife."

"But you don't have a gun."

"I have a gun on me, I'll protect him." Zach blushes lightly.

"I'll stop bothering you guys...have fun bubs." Christina pecks his forehead.

"Call Corbyn, he doesn't have plans for tonight." Zach smirks.

Jack stretches out his hand and Zach takes it.

"Bye bitch." He closes the door on her before she was able to talk back.

Jack opens his car door and helps him in.

"What a gentleman." Zach mocks.

Jack gets in the car.

"The best one." He jokes back.

"Where are we going?" He turns on the car and backs up.

"I was thinking...Italian."

"It's not a too fancy restaurant right?"

"Uhhhh...I've been to fancier restaurants." He tries to make it better.

"Oh I'm definitely gonna puke now." Zach opens the window.

"Relax, it's not gonna be that bad." Jack puts his hand on his knee, almost hesitantly.

Zach had to be honest with himself...that hand felt right on his knee, so he casually lied his hand on top of his.

He curly head grabbed his hand and pecks the back of it, sending a blush onto his face.

"You look real cute tonight." Jack comments.

"Thanks you too." Zach smiles.

The car stops at a fancy Italian restaurant.

"We're here." The brunette looks at the building.

"Are you...sure it's the right one?" Zach asks shakily.

"Yep." Jack gets out and opens Zach's door.

The brunette takes his hand and fixes his shirt.

"You look beautiful, you don't need to worry." Jack pecks his forehead and grabs his hand.

They walk to the...oh fuck the receptionist. This place really is fancy.

"Good evening, do you have a reservation?"

"Good evening and yes, it's under Avery, Jack Avery."

"I'm not seeing anything s-"

"Look again." Jack discreetly shows him his gun.

"Follow me please." The man takes them to a small booth.

"You're so sweet, thank you." Jack hides a fifty in his suit pocket.

"What can I get you two to drink?"

"I'll be fine with an iced tea please."

"The same please."

"Okay, I'll leave you two to choose what you wanna eat." The man says nervously.

"Did you threatened the man and then silently payed for his silence?"

"What!? No! It was just a tip for being such a gentleman...I can't believe you could accuse me of such thing."

"No, because I'd do the same." They laugh, making a few people look at them. They stopped immediately and chuckled softly.

"Italian, Mr. Avery? What inspired you?"

"Well, you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, we cooked pasta, so I thought, why not?" Zach smiles. "And you mentioned me cooking for you, but I kinda suck at that, so here we are." They chuckle.

"I could've helped you with dinner, ya know?"

"But I want to spoil you." Zach blushes lightly.

The waiter sets down the drinks and they thank him.

"Have you decided what you're ordering?"

"You choose first." Jack smiles. Zach sends him a death glare.

"Can it be the Bolognese with pasta please?"

"Sure, and you sir?"

"The same, please."

"I'll bring them in a few."  The man walks away.

Zach crosses his arms and looks at Jack with a serious face. The curly head cocked an eyebrow and Zach stuck his tongue out.

"You're cute."

"I thought you said I was feisty." The brunette teases.

"I thought you were teasingly annoying?"

They're served and they thank the man...until they looked at the plate.

"Where's the rest of the food?"the brunette asks surprised. A few people look at him and start whispering.

"What do you mean sir? This is a gourmet Italian restaurant." Zach nods, with a surprised expression. The man walks away.

Jack curses himself mentally. He takes out a fifty and grabs Zach's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"You were right, we could be fine with just some Chipotle."

"On three?" Zach asks. the curly head grabs his hand and pulls him out of the restaurant.

Zach starts laughing.

"Oh my God, that was a mess."

"The stick is so far up their asses they can barely talk." They laugh loudly.

Jack opens his car door.

"Get in we're going to Chipotle."

"You had me at Chipotle babe." They chuckle. Zach gets in.

An idea pops in Jack's head.