“Wow. A private room and pizza to ourselves.” Jonathan chuckles. “Yeah. This place is known for its privacy and pizza,” Evan states and chuckles afterward. The two hold hands over the table. “So, we can’t forget that my stuff comes today,” Evan reminds his boyfriend. “Yeah, yeah. So dessert will have to wait a bit.” Jonathan bites his lips and Evan kicks the man under the table. Jonathan kicks back, starting a mini footsey fight. The waiter comes by and the instantly stop.

“Hello you two, would you like to order drinks?” He smiles and waits for their response.

The waiter, Keith, walks away with their drink order, leaving the couple alone once again. Jonathan laughs at his next thought, “Do you think he knows we’re gay?”

“No, we’re just really good bros in a private booth together,” Evan whispers angrily, but he’s actually being sarcastic. “I’m not worried about someone figuring out about us. I’m just worried if someone knows who we are.”

“No one can take pictures of VanossGaming, but me,” Jonathan says proudly. This causes both of them to break out into laughter. The two continue talking in private, oblivious to their waiter standing in the corner snapping photos on his phone. Capturing his moment with his new boyfriend. The second group of photos the man takes a risk and turns his flash on. He takes a picture as soon as Evan smiles at a remark Jonathan has made. Jonathan notices the flash and turns to the source, but the guy has disappeared.

“What’s wrong?” the younger man questions his love. Jonathan merely shakes his head, “Nothing. I thought I saw a flash.” The couple continues to chat about small things. “I know what I’m doing for your birthday,” Jonathan teases.

“Hush, today is your day, not mine,” Evan demands. Jonathan laughs and kisses the tan hand of his boyfriend’s.

The waiter finally brings the pizza to them, steam still rising from it. Jonathan licks his lips like a child. “Here ya go boys,” the waiter smiles. Jonathan notices the man’s phone open on his camera.  “Uh, excuse me Keith?”

“Yes?” He smiles at Jonathan. The older man clears his throat, “Do you know of any paparazzi here in your restaurant?” Keith shifts uncomfortably, “Nope. Not that I’m aware of.” Jonathan chuckles, “Really now? Do you guys have your own thunderstorm or some shit?” Evan doesn’t like Jonathan’s tone. He grabs his hand and squeezes it, warning him to calm down. Jonathan listens and calmly waits for Keith’s answer.

“No, I apologize for any inconvenience sir. Enjoy your meal.” Keith quickly walks away with the metal plate the pizza came on.

Evan grabs a slice and holds it for Jonathan, “Here. Happy Birthday!” He smiles as Jonathan childishly takes a big bite out of the pizza. He chuckles and wipes his face off. The same flash clicks, this time Evan noticing it as well. He ignores it, and a few minutes later his phone goes crazy. Evan checks his phone and scrolls through millions of twitter messages. “Oh fuck.” He says out loud. Before he can show Jonathan the photo he notices his date has disappeared.

Jonathan runs through the restaurant chasing down their waiter, also known as the stalker. The pictures he lied about were now on social media. He exposed Evan, now everyone in the community around Evan knew he was gay, or at least dating another man for now.

For his age the man was really good at jumping over things. Keith dashes out of the restaurant and is now running down the market street. Jonathan picks up speed, he was moving really fast for a 35 year old man, Evan could second that, in bed anyway.

Keith pushes over a fruit cart, but it doesn’t stop Jonathan. He picks up one of the fruit, a watermelon. “Here bitch!” He shouts and chucks the green fruit. It hits Keith on the back of head. It splatters everywhere. He stumbles on the curb and falls onto a vegetable cart. “Ouch man, what the fuck?” The young, 21 or so man, whines.

“What the fuck? What the fuck?! You took a picture of my boyfriend and I without any consent you son of an ass!” Jonathan spitters as he talks, just like when he’d get seldom irritated playing video games with his friends.

“If you don’t take those photos down right now, I’m going to shove that cucumber up your ass. And it’ll hurt, you can ask my boyfriend.”

Evan waits in the restaurant. He refreshes his feed and notices the photo has disappeared. He sighs in relief and takes a bite out of another piece of pizza. Suddenly the bell rings as the door opens and Jonathan marches in with our waiter in his hand. Evan goes to stand and stop him, but realizes his talking to the manager. Evan merely chuckles and sits down with the cold pizza.

“Sorry, our date was ruined by that asshat. Did he take it off?” Jonathan breathes heavily. Evan chuckles and nods, “Yes, he did. I still have messages from the boys asking who the fuck you are.”

“Whatever. Shall we finish eating my dear?”

“Of course,” Evan answers and they pretend to clink their pizzas together. A warm thought hits Evan. Jonathan went out a mile merely to get a photo offline. Many people have seen it by now, and have shared screenshots, but just the thought of Jonathan doing parkour and running as fast as he could, just to beat up a guy who was taking pictures of his love. Evan loves it, he loves Jonathan. He truly loves Jonathan, even though they’ve been dating for a month or so. It felt like forever to Evan.

“Are you ready to go home?” Evan asks. Jonathan perks up and pulls his lips from his straw, “Hell yeah big boy.”

“You’re the big boy,” Evan smirks and helps his love out of the boothe. As they ride home Evan was thinking of many ways to slut himself up for a 35 year old man.

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