Ryder: laughed when Asher commented about the lawn gnome scaring him. "I'll have to tell my mom to get rid of that ugly thing then." He said as he buckled his seatbelt. He smiled widely when Asher told him they were going to Italy. Of course, he knew that they weren't going to the real Italy. At least he was sure of it considering that no private plane adventures had been done, so far. "I did, I want my pasta and I want my lady and the tramp moment with my man." He said as he looked over at the other boy with the most loving look in his eyes. "Perfect way to celebrate."
Asher: "Little Italy, here we come," he said in a sing-song voice that he still somehow managed to croon in an octave none too pleasant, cringing at his own self for even attempting to sing. "Let's pretend I didn't say that," Asher sheepishly said as he put both hands back on the wheel, chucking softly. "But I've never been there, and I'm excited to finally get to go with you. You and I and some meatballs - sounds like the perfect night." He was well aware of the double entendre that was suggested with his words but made no effort to correct himself. "And I was thinking maybe we'd do something else afterwards," Asher added, a surprise he had thought up earlier to truly celebrate the night together. Unfortunately, the street was packed with traffic, which meant that in the end, Asher suggested they park elsewhere and walk the few blocks to make it to their restaurant on time. As they walked down the street, he reached for his hand to hold, hoping to ignore a few of the older people's stares as he focused more so on his boyfriend. "You know," he looked over at him, "I didn't get a chance to tell you that you look as handsome as I thought you would all dressed up - actually, even a lot better than I had ever imagined. I'm almost tempted to ask you to spin for me." He laughed as he brought his hand up to kiss Ryder's knuckles.
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