Delirious' POV

"When is that motherfucker going to get here?" I huffed as I cleaned my house. "I'm fucking hungry and he said he'd be here around six. It's almost fucking eight o'clock."

Right as I finished saying that, the bell rang. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear," I grumbled and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal Luke in a tux with... was that a fucking bouquet of red roses?

"Aren't you supposed to invite me in instead of just standing there and staring?" he smirked and handed me the flowers. "Sorry I'm late. There was a car crash or something on the highway and I wanted to make up for the time lost by giving you something."

"Err, right!" I blinked and carefully grabbed the roses from Luke. "Come on in!"

"Dinner is my treat, of course," Luke nodded to himself and looked around. "I see that your place looks better than it did last time I was here."

"That's because I had about two hours of spare time," I rolled my eyes as I walked into my kitchen, searching for the red vase that had once belonged to my mother. "Guessing with the way you're dressed, you had to reserve this shit?"

"Yeah," he chuckled and looked me up and down. "You should put a tux on too."

"Aren't we late though?" I raised an eyebrow as I grabbed the vase from beneath the sink and filled it with water.

"Nope! I thought ahead and scheduled for 9:30 PM," Luke grinned, practically glowing with pride for his 'heroic' actions. "Plenty of time for you to take care of your roses and put on a tux."

"Can you give me a hint on where we're going?" I unwrapped the roses, thankful that they were already cut because I was too lazy to do it myself.

"In English, it's called Sapphire Star," Luke sat down on my couch, turned on the tv, and began to flip through the channels.

"In English?" I stared at the back of Luke's head as if he were crazy. "What language is it normally?"

"Ah, but if I told you, that'd ruin the surprise!" he chuckled as he began to watch Tropic Thunder.

"Umm... Russian...?" I guessed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, quickly going to Google Translate. "Err... I can't read whatever the hell is above it but in our language its... sapfir whatever the fuck that last one is because I can't say that."

"It's not Russian," Luke glanced at me from the corner of his eyes to see what I was doing. "Go fucking get dressed. Knowing you, you'll take about an hour."

"Shut the fuck up!" I laughed before heading to my room to get changed.

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"I fucking said you'd take an hour!" Luke rolled his eyes and held the door open for me to a restaurant named Zaffiro Stellato*.

"Shut the fuck up," I crossed my arms and turned my head away from him as I walked into the restaurant. "What language is-"

"Like what you see?" Luke wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I stared in shock at the interior of the building.

"Is this... Italian?" I gasped, my eyes the size of plates.

"Of course!" Luke scoffed, acting like I had placed no faith in him. "I wouldn't take you to somewhere you would hate."

"You took me to Taco Bell," I glared at him.

"That was one time!" he sighed and took a few steps forward as the line moved. "How was I supposed to know you hated Taco Bell?"

"You could've listened to my many rants of why Taco Bell should be destroyed," I took a few steps forward, Luke's arm still around my shoulders although it was actually... really comfortable somehow.

"You love those fucking cinnamon balls though!" Luke gently squeezed the shoulder his hand rested on and guided me closer to the front desk-thing.

"That's the only good thing about Taco Bell," I muttered to myself as we followed our server to our table after we were signed in.

We sat down and were given a few minutes to talk to each other and look over the menus. I sipped on my ice water that a waiter had given both Luke and I as I read through what they had to eat. "Have I mentioned I love Italian?" I said for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"Yes, now read your fucking menu Jonathan," Luke poked the back of my menu as he waited for the waiter to return to tell him what he wanted to eat.

"I'm trying to see if they..." I trailed off and stared in growing happiness at the only food the world needs to survive.

"Found the lasagna?" Luke guessed as soon as he saw my face. "Just on time, the waiter is back."

"Caio*!" Luke greeted the waiter and began to list off what he wanted, speaking what sounded to me like Italian.

The waiter nodded at random times before saying, "Grazie*. Arrivederci*."

Luke smiled back at the waiter and said, "Prego*! Arrivederci."

The waiter left and Luke quickly turned to me to explain. "Ever since I found out you go fucking crazy over Italian food, I took it upon myself to learn Italian so we could go out to one of these places. You like it?"

"Hell yeah!" I grinned, my eyes wide with excitement at the idea of the angelic food called lasagna.

"What do you say Jonathan?" Luke grinned as I excitedly began to tap my fingers on the table, impatient to dig into the only food in the world that made everything else insignificant.

"I love you Luke~" I sung out, not even caring about my word choice due to me mentally drooling over the food that tasted like an angel's shit.

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For all those that can't read Italian (and I'm pretty sure that's a lot of you), here's the translation:

Zaffiro Stellato- Sapphire Star

Caio- Hello

Grazie- Thank you

Arrivederci- Goodbye

Prego- You're welcome

I don't normally go out and eat at restaurants, let alone Italian ones so I had to wing it with the description and go off of my experiences at Dave & Busters. If you don't know what Dave & Busters is, it's not an Italian restaurant. I like their coin games though! You can get so many tickets from it if you know how to play correctly.

Also, I imagine an angel's shit to taste wonderful although I'd never want to try it. At the moment, you're going to get wave of Delitoonz until like Chapter Five or something when Evan, aka Vanoss, arrives.

I may also throw in other ships so... if you have a suggestion, have at it and whatever suggestions are said most will have the highest chance of appearing! So, yeah...! I'm going to try to customize my ending speech thing although I'll probably fail xD

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