Jonathan was really bored. He wasn't in the mood to really do anything. He didn't want to go out skateboarding for fun. He didn't want to go to go to Lisa's grave to tell her how his day has been. He didn't want to do any homework that his mother wanted him to take care of. He also didn't want to play his guitar which his father suggested he should do. He didn't want to do any of those things.
He didn't really want to do.... anything.
So he was lying on his bed, staring up at his ceiling blankly. He just needed the quiet. He wanted to be in his own little world for a while. He heard his phone vibrate on his desk. It was probably a text from Michael. He was going to check it soon. He just needed a few moments to himself. He just needed to feel relaxed. Maybe he will move to have a look at the text in a second.
One Of Those Days
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(Trigger warning, some slurs and offensive jokes near the end of the second paragraph)
Michael thumbed the message out on his phone. He figured since practically nothing was going on he might kill some time and spend a couple bucks. "ayy Johnnyboy, U wanna go 2 the theatre with me?" He hated texting with a phone. He probably should've called him, but shit, every time he actually calls someone, they never pick up. The only times they do is when you send a badly spelled message though, figures. The newer a phone gets, the less it's used like an actual phone. Eh, no point in getting pissed off about technology, at least it's not the year 2525 yet. That's the year we know we're doomed, so sayeth Zager and Evans.
Michael waited for the text, hoping he'd get an answer soon. He needed some time out with some friends anyways, riding home from school with a nasty shiner isn't a good conversation starter "I fell down some stairs mom, I swear!" Fuck it, wasn't like he lost. Teachers didn't catch him either, nobody snitched. Dunno what's the problem with it. Of course he couldn't tell the real reason he was in the fight, nobody talks shit about his sexuality, unless they're needing some pro bono dentistry. He couldn't tell his parents the real reason he got into so much shit. He'd still haven't came out to them yet. Probably never will. Kind of made him depressed he had to hide it, but a lot of the shit his family said about gay people, well...yeah. Kinda ironic though. There's a joke if you hate gay people, your son's gonna be a faggot, and if you hate the blacks, your daughter's gonna come home with Jamal . Well his parents weren't racist, but, still, joke still stands I guess. It kinda sorta fits. Like, halfway.
He shrugged. This depressive shit just wasn't his thing man, all he needs is some time on his bike, a good talk with some friends, and a good movie to watch. Wonder what to watch though... Shit, Nightcrawler looked good. It's got both an American Psycho and a Drive feeling to it. At least the trailers do. Maybe they'll combine the "Hey Paul!" with an elevator or something. That'd be pretty cool. Still, he'd hope Johnathan would reply soon.
Michael thumbed the message out on his phone. He figured since practically nothing was going on he might kill some time and spend a couple bucks. "ayy Johnnyboy, U wanna go 2 the theatre with me?" He hated texting with a phone. He probably should've called him, but shit, every time he actually calls someone, they never pick up. The only times they do is when you send a badly spelled message though, figures. The newer a phone gets, the less it's used like an actual phone. Eh, no point in getting pissed off about technology, at least it's not the year 2525 yet. That's the year we know we're doomed, so sayeth Zager and Evans.
Michael waited for the text, hoping he'd get an answer soon. He needed some time out with some friends anyways, riding home from school with a nasty shiner isn't a good conversation starter "I fell down some stairs mom, I swear!" Fuck it, wasn't like he lost. Teachers didn't catch him either, nobody snitched. Dunno what's the problem with it. Of course he couldn't tell the real reason he was in the fight, nobody talks shit about his sexuality, unless they're needing some pro bono dentistry. He couldn't tell his parents the real reason he got into so much shit. He'd still haven't came out to them yet. Probably never will. Kind of made him depressed he had to hide it, but a lot of the shit his family said about gay people, well...yeah. Kinda ironic though. There's a joke if you hate gay people, your son's gonna be a faggot, and if you hate the blacks, your daughter's gonna come home with Jamal . Well his parents weren't racist, but, still, joke still stands I guess. It kinda sorta fits. Like, halfway.
He shrugged. This depressive shit just wasn't his thing man, all he needs is some time on his bike, a good talk with some friends, and a good movie to watch. Wonder what to watch though... Shit, Nightcrawler looked good. It's got both an American Psycho and a Drive feeling to it. At least the trailers do. Maybe they'll combine the "Hey Paul!" with an elevator or something. That'd be pretty cool. Still, he'd hope Johnathan would reply soon.
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Jonathan rolled over onto his stomach as that he could pick up his left hand. He let out a small chuckle as he read the message. Michael wasn't that great at texting but it was no big deal. Jonathan was trying to think of what to reply to him. Honestly, the text sounded like Michael was asking him out. But Jonathan knew that wasn't the truth. Michael just wanted to hang out with him as friends. That was all. However, Jonathan wanted to tease the guy for fun. Just to see how Michael would react.
Jonathan sent Michael a text that said 'Hey, are you asking me out on a date?' for a laugh. He was sure that Michael would have a funny reaction to it. He could take a joke from Jonathan. He waited for a minute to see what Michael would say back. Then he sent a second text that said, 'Just kidding
.' He wasn't kidding. He had been hopeful. But he knew it wouldn't ever happen.
Jonathan sent Michael a text that said 'Hey, are you asking me out on a date?' for a laugh. He was sure that Michael would have a funny reaction to it. He could take a joke from Jonathan. He waited for a minute to see what Michael would say back. Then he sent a second text that said, 'Just kidding
.' He wasn't kidding. He had been hopeful. But he knew it wouldn't ever happen.Michael sat in the garage, waiting for a reply. Once his phone buzzed, he checked it, reading over the reply. Jonathan must've had a different idea than Michael, because the first thing he asks, is if this is a date. Michael frowned a bit, in a way he kind of wanted to say yes, but there was the chance Johnathan would've been fucking with him, which would've been awkward. There's also the problem in that if he wasn't fucking with him, well, his parents would find out a lot sooner about, well, y'know. There's close friends, then there's close friends. "Nah man, i was just looking to see a movie."
Before Michael could post, Johnathan made his second reply. Yeah, he was kidding. Damn. Well if that's the case, Michael could kid too. He edited his text. "Nah man, I was just looking to see a movie, but i could cut a hole in the popcorn box if you want
" I think he'll get a kick out of this, Michael thought. Hell Johnathan might even take him up on the offer! But who'd be the one holding the popcorn box? That one is the important question.
"But in all seriousness tho, which movie u wanna see? I'm thinking of seeing Nightcrawler, it'll be up in 30 min i think."
Before Michael could post, Johnathan made his second reply. Yeah, he was kidding. Damn. Well if that's the case, Michael could kid too. He edited his text. "Nah man, I was just looking to see a movie, but i could cut a hole in the popcorn box if you want
" I think he'll get a kick out of this, Michael thought. Hell Johnathan might even take him up on the offer! But who'd be the one holding the popcorn box? That one is the important question. "But in all seriousness tho, which movie u wanna see? I'm thinking of seeing Nightcrawler, it'll be up in 30 min i think."
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Jonathan stared at the text that Michael send back and his eyes widened slightly. Wait, was Michael serious? Then Jonathan frowned. Or was Michael fucking with him? Hmm.... Maybe he shouldn't have left that 'just kidding' text. He didn't even know if Michael was into him or not. Jonathan used to flirt with guys in the past. So why was he struggling to tell the one guy he really likes that he wanted to go out with him?
Jonathan was thinking about it when the next text came through. It seemed like Michael wanted to see the movie Nightcrawler. Jonathan had seen trailers for it and it hadn't looked that bad. Maybe he should go and just hang out with his best friend. But he felt like he should man up and tell Michael the truth. He had wanted to for ages.
He knew that this would be a mistake. What if he ruined his relationship with Michael? He didn't want that. But his mother said that he had to take a risk sometimes and he was going to take her advice. He took a deep breath and he was preparing for the worse. He started off with 'Look, I wasn't kidding, man. This is going to be very awkward for me to say.' It was okay so far. Next he texted 'I really do want to go on a date with you because I really like you, Michael. I've been crushing on you for a long time.' He sent that next and he was now regretting it. He gulped nervously and he waited a few minutes. Then he texted quickly, 'Nevermind. I'm being stupid. Let's just go and see that movie. Yeah?' He sent it and he laid back down on his bed.
.....He felt like such an idiot. He was sure that he had ruined everything now. Maybe he was being too overdramatic. Maybe he should call Junko and ask her how to fix things.
Jonathan was thinking about it when the next text came through. It seemed like Michael wanted to see the movie Nightcrawler. Jonathan had seen trailers for it and it hadn't looked that bad. Maybe he should go and just hang out with his best friend. But he felt like he should man up and tell Michael the truth. He had wanted to for ages.
He knew that this would be a mistake. What if he ruined his relationship with Michael? He didn't want that. But his mother said that he had to take a risk sometimes and he was going to take her advice. He took a deep breath and he was preparing for the worse. He started off with 'Look, I wasn't kidding, man. This is going to be very awkward for me to say.' It was okay so far. Next he texted 'I really do want to go on a date with you because I really like you, Michael. I've been crushing on you for a long time.' He sent that next and he was now regretting it. He gulped nervously and he waited a few minutes. Then he texted quickly, 'Nevermind. I'm being stupid. Let's just go and see that movie. Yeah?' He sent it and he laid back down on his bed.
.....He felt like such an idiot. He was sure that he had ruined everything now. Maybe he was being too overdramatic. Maybe he should call Junko and ask her how to fix things.
Then Michael got the next text. "Oh shit." He mouthed quietly to himself. Jonathan WAS serious... Damn dude. This wasn't what he asked for, not by a long shot. He looked behind his shoulder. Texts like these always made him feel like somebody was breathing down his neck. Watching him. Judging him. "Somebody to say, Hey everyone! Look at this faggot's phone!" Nobody was there of course, but that gut feeling, it never leaves. Michael shook his head.
What the fuck was he being so paranoid about. He'd never dated before, never asked anybody out. Never kissed anyone. Never hugged anyone outside his family. He's never been romantic in his life. Was that what he was scared of? Being romantic? Maybe. It was definitive that he'd fear being caught. All it takes is someone who'd know his parents, and a couple words later. If someone had dirt on him, they'd always throw it to the public. Didn't matter who it was, or what they'd have wanted. Fucking snitches, hate the goddamn punks. Nobody likes a fucking snitch. That's why the Hell's Angels drop the ball peen hammers on them. Maybe that was it. The fear of getting caught. It was always that. It's easy until somebody sees you. Somebody says to somebody else what you did. Reputation=ruined. Fucking cowards can't clear it up like a man, always gotta get someone else. Always gotta talk when you ain't looking.
But the fear of getting caught never bothered him much in a fight. He'd do it anyways. If he gets caught, sure it sucks dick. But more often than not, nobody caught him. You know for sure the guy in front of you won't snitch, he's in the same boat. Despite the differences, the animosity, there's a respect, a mutual one. When it's just two, nobody talks. It's the people who watch that do. So what was different about this?
Love, that's it. That's what's different. Love isn't a pissing contest. He's not trying to prove a point with love. Fuck it. If he gets caught. Sure. It sucks dick. But more often than not, he wouldn't be caught. What ever happens now; It'll be worth it.
He pulled out his phone. "I understand man, it's cool. If you want to go on a date, we'll go on one. For serious this time
" He pocketed his phone. No turning back now, but then again, why would he want to?
What the fuck was he being so paranoid about. He'd never dated before, never asked anybody out. Never kissed anyone. Never hugged anyone outside his family. He's never been romantic in his life. Was that what he was scared of? Being romantic? Maybe. It was definitive that he'd fear being caught. All it takes is someone who'd know his parents, and a couple words later. If someone had dirt on him, they'd always throw it to the public. Didn't matter who it was, or what they'd have wanted. Fucking snitches, hate the goddamn punks. Nobody likes a fucking snitch. That's why the Hell's Angels drop the ball peen hammers on them. Maybe that was it. The fear of getting caught. It was always that. It's easy until somebody sees you. Somebody says to somebody else what you did. Reputation=ruined. Fucking cowards can't clear it up like a man, always gotta get someone else. Always gotta talk when you ain't looking.
But the fear of getting caught never bothered him much in a fight. He'd do it anyways. If he gets caught, sure it sucks dick. But more often than not, nobody caught him. You know for sure the guy in front of you won't snitch, he's in the same boat. Despite the differences, the animosity, there's a respect, a mutual one. When it's just two, nobody talks. It's the people who watch that do. So what was different about this?
Love, that's it. That's what's different. Love isn't a pissing contest. He's not trying to prove a point with love. Fuck it. If he gets caught. Sure. It sucks dick. But more often than not, he wouldn't be caught. What ever happens now; It'll be worth it.
He pulled out his phone. "I understand man, it's cool. If you want to go on a date, we'll go on one. For serious this time
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Jonathan was surprised by the next text. Wow. It had worked. He felt his heart beating faster. He had to thank his mother for her advice later. It was good that he took a risk. Although, he was thinking hard a few moments. He had seen the way Michael's parents had looked at him. He had overhead Michael's father calling him a 'girly-looking boy'. It seemed that Michael's parents didn't approve of him being friends with Michael. What was up with that? Maybe he should ask Michael. No harm in asking, right?
'Well, before we go on our date, I have to ask you something. It's about your parents. Do they have a problem with me? Especially your dad. He would always give me some strange....No, dirty looks. What's up with that, man?' He sat up slowly and he waited for an answer.
'Well, before we go on our date, I have to ask you something. It's about your parents. Do they have a problem with me? Especially your dad. He would always give me some strange....No, dirty looks. What's up with that, man?' He sat up slowly and he waited for an answer.
Michael was already opening the garage door when his phone rang again. The text he got wasn't exactly something he wanted to hear either. Was this a mistake? Fuck it no. No pussyfooting Michael, man up. You can do this. Michael wanted to tell the truth. But at the same time he feared what would've happened if he did. Would it ruin his relationship with Jonathan? Fuck it. Telling the truth, why? The truth fucking sucks. Had he not lied to himself all these years he'd have never even made it to Kingman, let alone past the 6th grade. A lie or two isn't horrible. He thumbed his phone. "Nah man he kinda stares everyone like that. Probably vet nerves or osme shit." Sent with all the class of a used car salesman.
He finished opening his garage, before cranking up his bike. He'd place his purple and silver full face helmet over his head as he grabs the second green and white helmet. Knowing he'd have no where to put the second helmet, he just laid it in his lap as he revved the engine a couple times. He decided to finish his text with "Got2b there in 5 minutes, heading out." Michael was smart enough to not text and drive, but goddamn did he hate getting calls or texts while he was driving. It throws him off or leaves him wondering what it was until he parks somewhere.
He knocked his kickstand back and accelerated.
On the way out of his road, he was cut off by some dumb ass kids in a dumb ass pickup truck. Didn't even stop at the red light. Michael politely gave them the message that he was in the right away as they drove away. With his left middle finger. "Fuckin' Shit heels!" Michael shook his head and turned his bike towards Jonathan's place to pick him up. Let's hope he's ready.
He finished opening his garage, before cranking up his bike. He'd place his purple and silver full face helmet over his head as he grabs the second green and white helmet. Knowing he'd have no where to put the second helmet, he just laid it in his lap as he revved the engine a couple times. He decided to finish his text with "Got2b there in 5 minutes, heading out." Michael was smart enough to not text and drive, but goddamn did he hate getting calls or texts while he was driving. It throws him off or leaves him wondering what it was until he parks somewhere.
He knocked his kickstand back and accelerated.
On the way out of his road, he was cut off by some dumb ass kids in a dumb ass pickup truck. Didn't even stop at the red light. Michael politely gave them the message that he was in the right away as they drove away. With his left middle finger. "Fuckin' Shit heels!" Michael shook his head and turned his bike towards Jonathan's place to pick him up. Let's hope he's ready.
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Jonathan was a bit doubtful of Michael's reply. But then it did kind of make sense with Michael's dad being a vet and all. So he wasn't going to push it. If Michael was lying to him, then he was sure that Michael had a good reason for it. He then jumped off his bed when Michael said that he was going to be there soon. He didn't bother to text back as he was sure that Michael was driving to his home. He rushed down the stairs as he was trying to get ready quickly. He was suddenly stopped when he heard his mother's voice from the kitchen calling to him. Crap. He had hoped to get out before she noticed he was gone.
"Jon? Is that you? Have you finished your homework yet?" Mary-Jane Gulley came into view in the doorway of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a piece of light green cloth. "Are you planning on going out today?"
Jonathan give his mother's a small nod. He could see that she was worried about him hanging out with Michael. But he had said that Michael was not a bad influence on him. "Yes. I have finished my homework, mother." He was shifting impatiently. If only his father was at home, then Howard could tell his mother that Michael was a good kid. "I'm going out on a...." Wait, he couldn't tell his mother about Michael. She would flip into a rage. No, not about him being gay. But because she thought that Michael was a bad friend for him.
Mary-Jane raised an eyebrow and she give her son a worried look. "What? A date? With a boy? Are you dating someone now?" She asked with a bit of relief and a caring smile. She had been hoping this day would come. Her little boy was getting serious about relationships now. However, she was still hoping that it didn't interfere with his schoolwork. "Who is the lucky guy?"
Jonathan was hesitant to tell her. How could he tell her that he was going on a date with his best friend who she didn't really approve of being his friend in the first place? He then heard Michael's bike pulling out outside. He was hoping that Michael wouldn't knock on the door. He had to do something. But what?
He then did something stupid. He was sure that his mother would forgive him later. She will possibly shout at him but it would be worth it.
He rushed to the front door and he opened it quickly. He got outside and he slammed the door behind him. He headed to where Michael was and he gave him a shaky smile. "H-Hey....." He felt bad for what he did to his mother. But she couldn't know who he was dating. Yet.
"Jon? Is that you? Have you finished your homework yet?" Mary-Jane Gulley came into view in the doorway of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a piece of light green cloth. "Are you planning on going out today?"
Jonathan give his mother's a small nod. He could see that she was worried about him hanging out with Michael. But he had said that Michael was not a bad influence on him. "Yes. I have finished my homework, mother." He was shifting impatiently. If only his father was at home, then Howard could tell his mother that Michael was a good kid. "I'm going out on a...." Wait, he couldn't tell his mother about Michael. She would flip into a rage. No, not about him being gay. But because she thought that Michael was a bad friend for him.
Mary-Jane raised an eyebrow and she give her son a worried look. "What? A date? With a boy? Are you dating someone now?" She asked with a bit of relief and a caring smile. She had been hoping this day would come. Her little boy was getting serious about relationships now. However, she was still hoping that it didn't interfere with his schoolwork. "Who is the lucky guy?"
Jonathan was hesitant to tell her. How could he tell her that he was going on a date with his best friend who she didn't really approve of being his friend in the first place? He then heard Michael's bike pulling out outside. He was hoping that Michael wouldn't knock on the door. He had to do something. But what?
He then did something stupid. He was sure that his mother would forgive him later. She will possibly shout at him but it would be worth it.
He rushed to the front door and he opened it quickly. He got outside and he slammed the door behind him. He headed to where Michael was and he gave him a shaky smile. "H-Hey....." He felt bad for what he did to his mother. But she couldn't know who he was dating. Yet.
Michael pulled in and turned off the motor. He knocked his kickstand out before sitting in place for a moment. Now that he was here, he was pretty nervous. Not for the previous reasons mind you, he'd gotten over the whole "what if my parents find out" thing. Now is the actual date. What the fuck does he do?! He's never been on a date before. He took off his helmet, leaving it by the front tire of his bike. He walked up to Jonathan's house. Oh shit, what do I do? Nervousness was taking over, and Michael felt his hands shaking. He hid them in his coat pockets, he couldn't look this scared on a date. That'd just be pathetic. What would he say? What would he do? What should he have done?! Should he have stopped at some store, got some flowers or some candy, like in the movies? No, too cliche. But he felt as if he should have done something. He didn't forget his wallet did he? Wouldn't even be able to get in the theater without it. He pulled his hand out, and fingered the chain hanging from his belt. Yeah, his wallet is with him.
He was at the door now, but he still had no idea what he was missing. He brushed his hands through his hair for a moment, making sure it wouldn't fall in his face. Something was missing, but he just couldn't quite grasp it. He was just about to knock on the door when Jonathan opened the door. Jonathan looked equally scared as Mike felt. To lighten the mood, Michael decided to put on his 'award winning' Patrick Bateman grin. No, not the meme one with the open mouth. The normal one. The type of smile you make to make a good impression, or to hide the fact something was bothering you. The one he rehearsed so well to put on a good impression, or to hide the fact he was scared as shit. Curling his eyebrows upward, and bringing himself to smile he only realized what he was missing once he brought himself to do the slight squint the grin requires. That's when he realized what he was missing... Or well, what the problem was. That stinging feeling just above his right cheekbone. Michael did not tell Jonathan about the wicked shiner he got today. Damn dude.
After a brief stint of awkward silence, Michael finally spoke up. "Hiya." His grin did not falter, despite the dull ache just under his eye. Yeah. He was not good at this whole dating thing. At least he's got time to learn...
He was at the door now, but he still had no idea what he was missing. He brushed his hands through his hair for a moment, making sure it wouldn't fall in his face. Something was missing, but he just couldn't quite grasp it. He was just about to knock on the door when Jonathan opened the door. Jonathan looked equally scared as Mike felt. To lighten the mood, Michael decided to put on his 'award winning' Patrick Bateman grin. No, not the meme one with the open mouth. The normal one. The type of smile you make to make a good impression, or to hide the fact something was bothering you. The one he rehearsed so well to put on a good impression, or to hide the fact he was scared as shit. Curling his eyebrows upward, and bringing himself to smile he only realized what he was missing once he brought himself to do the slight squint the grin requires. That's when he realized what he was missing... Or well, what the problem was. That stinging feeling just above his right cheekbone. Michael did not tell Jonathan about the wicked shiner he got today. Damn dude.
After a brief stint of awkward silence, Michael finally spoke up. "Hiya." His grin did not falter, despite the dull ache just under his eye. Yeah. He was not good at this whole dating thing. At least he's got time to learn...
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Jonathan had almost crashed right into Michael as he was almost right in front of the door. They had managed to say their his' to each other with no problems. Okay, things were at a good starter. He should try to play it nice and calm. It was just a date. His first real date. .....He wanted to bail. He wanted to run back into his house as he was really nervous and scared. And- Wait. What was that on Michael's face?
"Dude. What the heck happened to your face?" He asked while raising an eyebrow curiously. His nervousness was starting to fade and he grinned slightly. Maybe this date won't be that bad or too awkward after all.
"Dude. What the heck happened to your face?" He asked while raising an eyebrow curiously. His nervousness was starting to fade and he grinned slightly. Maybe this date won't be that bad or too awkward after all.
Aaaand cue the question. Damnit. Of all the days he'd have to slap someone's shit, it'd be the day he'd be going on a date. Michael tilted his head to the side as his lips curled back into a guilty grin. "Weeelll, I may have gotten into a uhh, hehehe, I uhh, I got into a disagreement. With a junior. 'Should check him out though, coz' he looks a whole lot worse than I do." Michael chuckled. At the very least he could keep his dignity, or feign keeping it in a situation like this. First dates are awkward enough without a black eye to make you resemble a panda, let alone a panda that was dressed like he was trying to audition for a minor antagonist role in a Stephen King movie.
He shrugged. "I've had worse though." He pointed to the purple bruise. "Tomarrah' I bet you wouldn't even notice it, aheh." Mike decided to quickly change the subject, because he really doesn't want to spook Johnny's mom. Jonathan's mom didn't like him too much, though it was justified. Michael did have a bit of a reputation, despite Michael's pleas of him being a 'victim of circumstance'. That plea only works the first hundred times. It wouldn't be any different to her if Michael showed up with red skin, horns, and a pointy tail. It'd probably be a bit different with Jonathan though, hell, he'd probably be into it. He stifled a chuckle at the mental image, unless Jonathan could read his mind, he's probably thinking he'd still be thinking about the fight. It was kinda anti-climatic though in all honesty. Like what? Six hits? Fifteen seconds max and the little shit was already curling his arms over his face. He should probably change the conversation though. He didn't want to give Jonathan's mom the wrong idea, even if she had a good idea who he was already. "So uhh, you need to bring anything? Don't worry about money, I got more than enough, jus' askin' if you need your phone to tell your folks where you're at or somethin'."He smiled again . "For-ehh forgot to ask, by the way, but is there anywhere you wanted to head after the movies? Or would'ja rather head back home?"
Thank God he actually got to talking, it already made him forget about how fast his heart was beating right now. Until he remembered he was nervous again. He decided the smartest decision of hiding the fact you were nervous was holding your breath, though that probably wasn't the smartest decision. Especially not in a suspenseful situation like this. Everything was so sudden, it almost felt like one of 'those' dreams. The ones where everything goes great until you wake up. Please don't be one of those dreams. Michael nervously bit his lower lip as he waited for Jonathan to get ready. This was either the best or worst decision he had ever made.
He shrugged. "I've had worse though." He pointed to the purple bruise. "Tomarrah' I bet you wouldn't even notice it, aheh." Mike decided to quickly change the subject, because he really doesn't want to spook Johnny's mom. Jonathan's mom didn't like him too much, though it was justified. Michael did have a bit of a reputation, despite Michael's pleas of him being a 'victim of circumstance'. That plea only works the first hundred times. It wouldn't be any different to her if Michael showed up with red skin, horns, and a pointy tail. It'd probably be a bit different with Jonathan though, hell, he'd probably be into it. He stifled a chuckle at the mental image, unless Jonathan could read his mind, he's probably thinking he'd still be thinking about the fight. It was kinda anti-climatic though in all honesty. Like what? Six hits? Fifteen seconds max and the little shit was already curling his arms over his face. He should probably change the conversation though. He didn't want to give Jonathan's mom the wrong idea, even if she had a good idea who he was already. "So uhh, you need to bring anything? Don't worry about money, I got more than enough, jus' askin' if you need your phone to tell your folks where you're at or somethin'."He smiled again . "For-ehh forgot to ask, by the way, but is there anywhere you wanted to head after the movies? Or would'ja rather head back home?"
Thank God he actually got to talking, it already made him forget about how fast his heart was beating right now. Until he remembered he was nervous again. He decided the smartest decision of hiding the fact you were nervous was holding your breath, though that probably wasn't the smartest decision. Especially not in a suspenseful situation like this. Everything was so sudden, it almost felt like one of 'those' dreams. The ones where everything goes great until you wake up. Please don't be one of those dreams. Michael nervously bit his lower lip as he waited for Jonathan to get ready. This was either the best or worst decision he had ever made.
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Jonathan wasn't that surprised that Michael had gotten into a fight again. He shook his head with a huge smile on his face. He thought it was a bit funny that Michael would show up on a date with a bruise. He didn't mind it at all. That was Michael just being Michael. He was used to Michael getting in fights with other guys and then Jonathan had to break it up if it went too far. Well, at least Michael didn't show up with a bloody nose. That would have made this date even worse. ....Well, maybe it would have.
"I guess you wanted to impress me with a black eye on our....date. Well, I'm impressed." He was teasing Michael and he nudged his arm playfully. "Ugh...! I forget to pick up my wallet because I was in such a rush. So you're going to pay for the popcorn, huh?" He really didn't want to walk back into the house and face his mother again, just to get his wallet. "At least I remembered my phone. Just in case...."
He felt himself blush slightly. Wait, go with Michael somewhere after the movie? Where would they go? They weren't going to do 'that' after their first date, were they? He had heard of people doing it after their first dates. But he wasn't ready for that. "....Uh....I don't know.... Where would you like to go afterwards...?" He didn't want to think about that. Sure, he had flirting with guys in the past. He had even kissed some of them. But he never thought of going that far. Unless he was thinking too far ahead. He was still really nervous so his mind was going through crazy thoughts.
"I guess you wanted to impress me with a black eye on our....date. Well, I'm impressed." He was teasing Michael and he nudged his arm playfully. "Ugh...! I forget to pick up my wallet because I was in such a rush. So you're going to pay for the popcorn, huh?" He really didn't want to walk back into the house and face his mother again, just to get his wallet. "At least I remembered my phone. Just in case...."
He felt himself blush slightly. Wait, go with Michael somewhere after the movie? Where would they go? They weren't going to do 'that' after their first date, were they? He had heard of people doing it after their first dates. But he wasn't ready for that. "....Uh....I don't know.... Where would you like to go afterwards...?" He didn't want to think about that. Sure, he had flirting with guys in the past. He had even kissed some of them. But he never thought of going that far. Unless he was thinking too far ahead. He was still really nervous so his mind was going through crazy thoughts.
He saw Jonathan's face change the moment he made the "Going somewhere after" remark. Oh shit. Michael just fucked up. How the fuck was he so stupid!? Michael should've know man! Going somewhere?! Fucking hell you idiot you just asked him if you wanted to fuck on first date! "No, no not that man! I was jus' askin' if you wanted to head anywhere after the movies! L-like a restaurant or something, man! I- I uhh I didn't mean what you were thinking, aheheh!" Damn Michael. Any charisma you had at the beginning of this just wore off in two sentences. Maybe three. He really didn't know how to do this.
"I uhh, I honestly don't know what to do though, aheheh. I've uh, I've never really done this before. Never been on a date." At least he got that off his chest. Michael wasn't sure if he was trying to save face or ask for help, maybe both, but fuck if he hoped it'd work. "What actually, what do we do?" He really had no idea about this after all.
"I uhh, I honestly don't know what to do though, aheheh. I've uh, I've never really done this before. Never been on a date." At least he got that off his chest. Michael wasn't sure if he was trying to save face or ask for help, maybe both, but fuck if he hoped it'd work. "What actually, what do we do?" He really had no idea about this after all.
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Wow. How embarrassing. Jonathan really did get the wrong idea. How could he have jumped to that conclusion? Ugh. Next time he should pay more attention to what Michael was saying to him. He didn't want to do any sexual activities on their first date anyway. Their first date.... He let out a small nervous laugh. "Sorry, man! I get a little confused. So.... Yeah. I won't do anything sexual on our first date. I promise, man...!"
He shifted from one foot to the other and he was looking thoughtful for a few moments. "You're not the only one who hasn't been on a date before, you know." He grinned up at Michael and his smile started to go a bit wobbly. "Uh.... Well, I guess we could go to a restaurant after the movie or we could go somewhere quiet. Like the skate park or something. Ha, ha.... This is very awkward, right? I keep thinking that I am in a dream and at any moment I'll wake up...."
He shifted from one foot to the other and he was looking thoughtful for a few moments. "You're not the only one who hasn't been on a date before, you know." He grinned up at Michael and his smile started to go a bit wobbly. "Uh.... Well, I guess we could go to a restaurant after the movie or we could go somewhere quiet. Like the skate park or something. Ha, ha.... This is very awkward, right? I keep thinking that I am in a dream and at any moment I'll wake up...."