“eh, it's okay. not my favorite.” mark said, drinking from his banana milk tea and missing how jacksons face morphed from one of excitement to just genuine horror.
“you don’t like CHOCOLATE?” jackson asked horrendously. “HOW COULD YOU NOT LIKE CHOCOLATE?”
mark looked at jackson blankly. “that’s not what i said.”
jackson scoffed. “i mean, it basically is. you either live chocolate or hate it. your “in between” doesn’t exist.”
“gaga,” mark started, trying to suppress his giggles. “i literally have no idea what you are talking about.”
jackson stood from his seat, some other customers in the cafe looking at him weirdly from his previous outburst. “i just..don’t get it,” he cried. “how could you not enjoy chocolate.”
mark shrugged. “its okay to me, it's not my favorite, but its not the worst. it's alright, like I said before.”
sitting back down, jackson leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “yeah, okay, fine. then what is your favorite flavor?”
mark hummed, putting a long finger to his pink lips and pretending to think. “you.” he said after a while, a smile forming and showcasing his pearly whites. “my favorite flavor is you.”
jackson blushed but nodded, sipping from his own milk tea to distract himself. in marks book, he was even better than chocolate, and he thinks that means a lot.
