To Be Named At A Later Date

The park they'd chosen was thankfully mostly empty, the July heat being far too much for most to handle without means to battle it back.

The lushness was welcoming and beautiful. Clusters of creeping flocks and pink and yellow flowers blossomed from the ground with a vividness usually saved for pictures, which was exactly what they were doing here.

"Jacob, quit your bitching. It'll only be a few hours and then–,"

His groan was so loud a flock of birds flew out of the trees above them. "This is the worst day of my life. I hate taking pictures," Jacob complained for the trillionth time.

They chuckled and Steven squared his shoulders. "It's gonna be a good time. Look how beautiful it is today. It's the perfect day to show our love for each other."

"It's hellishly hot, too." Adam threaded his fingers through Jacob's and gave him an encouraging smile. "Cheer up, chap."

Jacob wrinkled his nose and grinned ruefully. "You suck for that."

Connie tipped her head forward to catch Jacob's eye. "You'll feel much better when we're leaving. It shouldn't take that long."

Jasmin frowned. "I thought you said it'd take a few–,"

"Hello, you guys! Thank you for joining us, my name is Moriah and this is Jester." She paused for half a millisecond but even if she had waited for a response they were floored and wouldn't have. "He's the main editorial manager for our magazine." The hottest woman they had ever seen was nothing to the artsy and (unfortunately) stereotypical tv gay.

His vest was made of 80 different colors of yarn sewn together individually by blue threads. Star shaped glasses were perched on his nose with red rimming and his dreads were piled on a ridiculously tall heap on top of his head. He clasped his hands together and grinned wildly like he was on a rollercoaster. "Hello, you lovely little flowers! I am so happy to see you, The Unreligious!"

They exchanged confused looks and his manager leaned over to whisper, "No, that's the group next week, Sir. This is To Be Named At A Later Date."

"Oh! That's great, the other ones are godawful anyhow." They all watched him ramble about what they did and why this was such a great opportunity to meet such an authentic band and "wow how stylish loving the color schemes" before he clapped his hands and startled them. "Right. Anyways~, let's begin bitches."

He stalked off and the band gawked after him for a few short seconds before they broke off into a jog to catch up.

"This guy is off his rocker," Adam muttered to shushed agreements. "This is going to be one for the wall."

As much as Jacob complained, when they paired him and Jasmin off for pictures first, he smiled down at her. "My love."

"Ugh, don't start sweet talking me or I'll go off with Alex. I feel like arguing with him about drinking our milk." Still, she snaked her arms over his shoulders. "You look handsome."

He watched as she began to blush and shook his head. He could watch her turn that color for the rest of his life. Jasmin being all sweet was a little weird, but every time she tried he must have stars in his eyes, she acts shy when it's visible how much he loves her. "Handsome enough to sneak off with me and mess around instead of endure this–"

"We are not leaving, Jacob! You need your pictures," Jasmin scolded. Taking his picture was like trying to comb water, and she'd already done her part in convincing him to come.

Not that she'd mind doing it again after Title.

"I want more pictures of us, too," She confessed, brushing a hand to the back of his head. He smiled widely and pulled her in for a quick kiss, forgetting their public watching.