Johnny x Daniel 🌺
Modern Day (2019)
Word Count; 825

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Johnny Lawrence sighs to himself, tapping his fingers against his chair lightly. He was in the dining room with his mother and stepfather, waiting for dinner.

His golden crown was propped up onto his head gently, his curly blonde hair sticking out from under it. The boy's bright blue eyes scan the room around him, wondering where the servants were.

Just then, a tan boy with messy black hair walks into the room quickly, almost tripping while rolling in a cart with food and drinks on it. It was amusing to see a boy move so quickly.

"You're late," Johnny's stepfather says bluntly.

"I-i'm sorry sir," the servant apologizes. "I-it was only me in the kitchen and I couldn't work fast."

"Stop stuttering, you fool," his stepfather spits. "Just serve the food and do your job before I kick you out."

The servant boy nods his head before glancing around the table. His eyes locked with Johnny's, the boy's eyes widening.

Johnny didn't look away either, no, he was too entranced with the boy's big, brown, puppy dog eyes. He was so handsome.

The servant boy breaks eye contact and serves the food quickly as well as drinks and watches. He wanted to make sure that everything was good.

Johnny takes a bite and smiles a little, looking at the young male and giving him a nod in approval. The servant boy couldn't help but smile back, showing his white teeth.

"This is garbage," Johnny's stepfather says, spitting the food back onto his plate. "Didn't anyone bother teaching you how to cook?"

The servant boy's eyes slowly fill with tears. He was proud of what he did and was sad that no one really liked it.

"I like it," Johnny says. "It's actually really good. Thanks for cooking and I'm sorry that my stepfather is not enjoying it. Has just so used to that silver spoon of his being shoved so far up his ass that he can't think straight."

Johnny smirks before turning to his stepfather who's face was bright red in rage. No one ever talks to him like that, no one.

"You little brat," he yells. "All I've ever done is give you what you need and you treat me like this!? You're so ignorant with your head so far in the clouds that you don't realize what's going on! Stop being so rude and obnoxious!"

"Says you, the one yelling," Johnny says calmly. "You're the one being rude to the poor boy."

"Why don't you go fucking help him then," he spits. "Teach him how to cook a decent meal!"

"Or maybe you should lower your standards and realize that not everyone is good at everything," Johnny says, rolling his eyes. "But sure, I can teach him a few things if it makes you happy."

Johnny gets up from the table and takes the servant boy's hand, walking him out of the dining room. He looks at him and stops walking, reaching his hand out and cupping the boy's cheek gently.

"You did good," Johnny cooes lightly. "Okay? I think you did such a good job."

The other boy sniffles and nods his head slightly, blinking as more tears flow down his cheeks. The 18-year-old, Johnny, wipes his tears away with his other hand, keeping his cheek cupped lightly.

"So, tell me," Johnny starts. "What's your name?"

"D-daniel," the boy mutters.

"Daniel? That's a lovely name for such a lovely boy," Johnny tells him.

Daniel blushes shyly and bites his bottom lip gently. The 18-year-old thought he looked so cute.

"Do you normally work in the kitchen, Daniel," Johnny asks him.

"Y-yeah but I usually do the dishes and bake i-if I'm allowed to," Daniel tells him.

Johnny swipes his thumb across the boy's tan cheek gently, nodding along. Daniel blushes more.

"You bake," Johnny asks. "What do you usually bake?"

"C-cookies," Daniel says softly. "M-my mom taught me."

"Where's your mom," Johnny asks.

"S-she works in the kitchen too," Daniel says. "B-but she's sick right now and it was only m-me working today."

"Is she going to be okay," Johnny asks. "I could get her some stuff to help."

"S-shes, just got a cold so I told her to stay in bed," Daniel explains.

"As long as she's okay," Johnny says. "Now, let's go to the kitchen and do some cooking."

"I-I'm sorry I didn't do good," Daniel murmurs. "I-i don't cook, I-i bake. I-i didn't know what to do."

Johnny plants an affectionate kiss on his cheek and pulls his hands away from his face. The young boy's face flushes red.

"I said you did good, I liked it," Johnny says.

Johnny takes his hand again and walks them both to the kitchen. This servant boy already had Johnny wrapped around his finger.