“Ah, yes excellent I’ve been waiting for you to feed me,” Quince said jokingly, he was then interrupted by a yawn and almost tripped onto the floor but he reached the counter and grabbed onto it before it happened, “That could’ve ended badly.” He said embarrassed while he ran his fingers through his hair
"You okay?" He asked, unpacking the containers. "Or just still half asleep?"
“Half-asleep…” He looked at the food, “What did you get? And how was work?”
"Some Chinese." He said, shrugging. "And work fucking sucked. Seriously. Mrs. Holier than thou? Yelled at me for having the audacity to have blue hair. Seriously. Claimed I was pushing the devil's intentions onto her kids. Who are like, twelve and thirteen. I feel bad for 'em." He cut off his ranting. "How bout you? Good sleep?"
“That sucks, she’s a huge butch isn’t she?” He yawned covering his mouth and flicking a bit of hair out of his face, “I slept well and for the entire time you were gone…”
He smiled. "Good. You need it." He said, passing the other the food he got him. "Now you just gotta eat."
Quince smiled tiredly at him and sat down, “Thanks. Do you want to have a movie night tonight?” He really wanted a date and he realized how much it sounded like he wanted a date. He lightly blushed and started eating.
He nodded, smiling excitedly. "Whatcha wanna watch?" He sat down, opening his food container thing.
“It’s up to you!” Quince silently screamed with happiness that he accepted and smiled, “I’m fine with whatever you want to watch.”
"…Can we watch Rock and Roll High school?" He asked quietly, looking down at his food.
“Yeah sure! I don’t think I’ve seen that before.” Quince looked at Jack admiringly
He grinned, almost childishly as he looked up.
A deep blush overcame Quince’s face at Jack’s expression and he covered his mouth, “E-excuse me…” he ran to the bathroom shut the door and stared into the mirror, willing the growing blush to go away.
He watched him, a bit confused. "Quince?" He called after him, blinking. Shit, I fucked up, didn't I? Fuck.
He watched him, a bit confused. "Quince?" He called after him, blinking. Shit, I fucked up, didn't I? Fuck.
He watched him, a bit confused. "Quince?" He called after him, blinking. Shit, I fucked up, didn't I? Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Quince breathed deeply and continued waiting for the blush to fade, "I-I'm okay…I-i'll be out in a minute!". After the blush was finally gone he exited the bathroom, eyes down, *S-sorry about that…"
"You okay?" He asked, a bit concerned.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me.". He looked up meeting his concerned look carefully with a small reassuring smile.
"Ya sure?" He took another bit of food, tilting his head slightly.
"Just a little flustered is all," Quince said, From you…
"…Why?" He asked, a bit curious. Shit okay I one hundred percent fucked up shit shit shit- wait, what did I do? Shit
Quinces heart stopped for a second, then he sucked in a nervous breath and said, "Because the way you smiled at me …It was really cute and made me blush, a lot….in other words, I-i really like you…" He was quiet after that, still standing in the middle of the room, face down, and hella embarrassed.
"W-what?" Jack asked, face quickly heating up. He… had no clue how to react. Granted, he liked him to, for a while, actually. But he never expected to have the reciprocated. The one think he could think of was… "Why?"
Quince buried his face in his hands, on the verge of tears. Of course he didn't like him back. Why would he? "I don't know why, I just do…' and with that Quince ran to his room and shut the door.
"Wait, Quince… Quince!" He said, running after him. "Quince, please, I'm sorry-"
Quince sat on his bed, wiping away the tears that kept coming, "W-what do you want?" He asked half sobbing, "G-go away…" The last part was quieter and barely audible
"Quince, Quince please, I'm sorry, you know I ain't good with words." He said quickly, throwing all grammar out the window. "Please, I panicked, Quince-Quince, please listen, I like you to- goddamnit!"
Quince sat frozen for a few minutes unsure what to do, then he got up and opened his door and looked at Jack, tears still in his eyes
He pulled the other into a hug, burring his face in his shoulder. "Please, Quince, I'm sorry-"
