Dylan kept thinking it, and he’d have to say it again; Jonathan Smalls was too good to be true.
It was like some kind of ultimate mind fuck and he kept waiting for that other shoe to drop, kept waiting for the guy to trip up, say something wildly detrimental like “By the way, I hate dogs, the elderly, and gays”, just...some insane blindside Dylan wouldn’t have ever seen coming.
Instead, they pulled through the drive-through of McD’s and Dylan grinned when Jonathan started his order with, “Hey.”
You could hear the confusion on the com immediately. “Hello?”
“Yeah, is this McDonald?”
Dylan threw a hand at the idiot who was grinning his little ass off now leaning out the window like a complete goob.
“Um, no sir, this is McDonalds. I just work here.”
“Huh.” Jonathan feigned confusion so audibly Dylan began to giggle at the absurdity of this random moment; worse when Jonathan asked, “You sure? I feel like we’ve talked about this before.”
There was a long, long pause, and Dylan rubbed his cheeks they were hurting so much from grinning so broadly. Jonathan was clearly fucking nuts and he loved it.
“Sir, I don’t think we’ve ever spoken.”
“You sure? I was just here three days ago.”
“...I’m pretty sure.”
“Well, if you say so. Can we get...hold on.” Jonathan twisted around and those dark eyes were sparkling at Dylan with his own just...whatever the hell kind of amusement it was that he was entertaining himself with that evening. “What do you want, Honeybunny? You want the kiddie meal?”
Dylan laughed and slapped his arm lightly before leaning over and shouting, “Give me the number four, with a large choco shake, please. And please ignore this idiot in the driver’s seat!”
There was a soft bemused laugh. “Alright, one number four...anything else?”
Dylan slapped a hand over Jonathan’s very brightly evil opening mouth. “He wants a double with fries...you want a shake?” Jonathan just nodded behind his hand, eyes sparkling with delight at him. “...vanilla?”
“Chocolate.” That voice was obscenely muffled, and Dylan had to swallow a laugh.
“Chocolate please.”
“Alright...that’s 20.63 at the first window.”
Dylan almost screamed when Jonathan lurched his truck forward so abruptly Dylan practically spilled into the steering wheel, flailing out to grip his dash and headrest with a, “Holy Bejesus, Jonathan!”
Jonathan was still grinning, and just chuckled while he pulled forward far more calmly while Dylan fell back into his seat with a scowl, but inside?
All that had done was just prove that Jonathan was also a little quirky, was weird, and his crazy was kind of vibing with Dylan’s. Just saying, Scott had never been that abruptly fun for any reason. “You think you’re cute, don’t you? Harassing staff?”
Jonathan scoffed and just pulled up behind a white Ford probably waiting on their food with far fewer shenanigans in play. “Harrassment? Who?” He grinned at him. “Dylan I worked at McDonalds as a teen, and let me tell you, when people were just weird, it actually made my nights go faster, and gave me something to bitch about to fill the time. It’s only the assholes who make you want to commit seppuku.”
Dylan burst out laughing, pleased to death when Jonathan reached out to scoop his hand up. “Yeah well, when I worked at Subway, people who fucked around got one less slab of turkey, you know?”
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Written by The Clouds(MM-A Contemporary & Paw-filled Romance)
RomanceDylan Marks is just your average everyday kind of guy. Eight months after discovering the man he loved illustrious affair, life for him is finally mellowing. Months after the worst breakup of his life, Dylan meets and fosters his beloved Germany, a...
