Fic: 12 p.m. Bandom: Gen, (Jon/Tom)

[wednesday_whimsy]

Title: 12 p.m.
Author: jacqui_hw
Fandom/Pairing: Bandom, Gen (Jon/Tom)
Rating: G
Summary: A Valentine's Day present for rebecca_star


Jon looked at his watch again and sipped his water, smiling at the waitress as she walked by for the fifth time.

"Just a couple more minutes," he said unprompted and the waitress rolled her eyes, because it had been thirty minutes already and even Jon was starting to think he'd been stood up. And being stood up by your best friend on Valentine's day? That was all kinds of sad.

Tom burst through the door to the diner exactly two minutes later and collapsed, panting, into the seat opposite Jon.

"Sorry I'm late. I forgot."

"Well that makes me feel loved," Jon said, looking around for the waitress who was now suspiciously absent. "You're paying."

Tom nodded and flicked through the menu as he caught his breath. "I mean, I totally forgot it was even Valentine's. I didn't buy Danielle anything. Not even a card."

Jon grinned widely at that and leaned back in his chair. "That actually makes me feel better. Knowing you're in the doghouse."

Tom rolled his eyes and somehow managed to summon the waitress with the barest flick of his finger. "I suppose you went to disgustingly pink levels of romance," he said, interrupting himself only to order his food. "Did you dress the dog up as Cupid and make him deliver the card? Is the whole house covered in flowers and chocolates? Was Cassie only too pleased to be getting rid of you because you were singing Wind Beneath My Wings while making heart-shaped pancakes?"

It was actually a pretty accurate description of his morning, so Jon merely shrugged and then reached into his bag. "I guess that means you don't want this?" He waved the red envelope in Tom's face, pulling it back sharply when he reached for it. "Yeah you're right. Taking all these silly traditions seriously. What a waste of time."

"I didn't mean that," Tom argued, reaching for the card again. "Come on, it's mine. It has my name on it."

"Next year," Jon continued, ignoring Tom and managing to keep the card just out of reach, "I'll go and visit Ryan. At least he appreciates the work I put in." He hit Tom's head with the card and dropped it down onto the table in front of him. "Don't say I never give you anything."

Tom tore into the envelope and snorted when a bagful of glitter and confetti spilled out across the table. "You didn't even know what glitter was before you met Ryan. I blame him entirely. The whole gang of little panicking discos in fact." He opened the card and laughed at the photo of the two of them, taken years ago, before they'd been in any real bands, before either of them had had girlfriends, when it was just the two of them against the world.

"Happy Valentine's Day, douchebag," Jon said with a grin and raised his water glass in salute.

"Happy Valentine's Day."