A/N: Hey again! Here's chapter 3, sort of a cute date-like thing going on~ hehe. Jim's realizing his crush...? Maybe. He's unsure. Oh Jim. Make up your mind you little shit c:

Chapter 3

As soon as the luxurious black Acura RLX rolled up to Sarah Anne's, Jim was shoved aside by his mother, who had sparkling eyes and a gaping mouth.

"I've never seen such a vehicle up here!" She gasped, and the door opened, revealing Dimitri in surprisingly casual clothing. He had nice dark jeans on with a black dress shirt, along with a brown tuxedo jacket unbuttoned on his shoulders.

Jim felt his face warm up when their eyes met, and he jerked his eyes away quickly. Why the hell was he all warm anyways? He shoved his hands in the pockets of his brown leather jacket, ducking his red cheeks behind the popped collars. He was probably just nervous because he's never gone out to lunch with anyone that wasn't family.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Jim heard his mom gushing over the car, circling it with interest. Jim felt his cheeks flame up even more in embarrassment from how his mother was acting.

"Mom, seriously!" He whined, "You're freaking him out!"

Dimitri laughed, holding his hand out to his mom. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Hawkins." Jim and his mother were both equally surprised by how he used 'miss,' as if he knew something had happened to Jim's father. Though, the slight moment of shock was broken when she held out her hand and shook it firmly.

"I've heard about you, sir," she grinned, "Please call me Sarah. Thank you for all of your help with Jim's motorcycle." Jim felt himself getting more and more embarrassed by everything, and moved his hands to shoo his mother away.

"Okay, okay, we'll be going now," Jim pushed them apart and stalked to the other side of the car, opening the door and flopping inside. Dimitiri smiled apologetically, bid her farewell and slid into the driver's seat. Jim sunk into the expensive leather, his face flaring with heat. Why was his mom so awkward?

Once they started driving away, Dimitri turned up the radio and looked to Jim. "What kind of music do you like?"

Jim shrugged a little, looking out the window with disinterest. "Dunno... anything really... 'cept for pop I guess..."

"Classic rock sound okay to you?" Dimitri asked as he was flipping through the channels. That was Jim's favorite genre, but he just nodded a little. Maybe he should be nicer and more friendly to Dimitri, since he did offer lunch and all... though, he didn't know what to say. He's terrible at socializing, so he was hoping Dimitri was a little better.

"I love Cheap Trick!" Dimitri exclaimed as 'I Want You to Want Me' came on the radio. Jim knew all of the lyrics naturally, but he didn't dare sing along like he might've when he was alone. His foot tapped a little, but Dimitri hummed along, tapping his fingers on the wheel along with the beat. Jim glanced over at Dimitri for the first time after he got in the car, staring at his profile for only a moment before Dimitri caught him out of the corner of his eye. Jim whipped his eyes away, cheeks tinting pink. It was one of the most embarrassing feelings in the world to get caught staring at someone you like.

Wait, like? Jim felt his heart thump, and he scrunched his eyebrows. Bullshit, he didn't even know this rich guy. And he's a dude. And how old is he anyways? Maybe he was just liking Dimitri as a friend? He's never really had a friend so maybe this is what it felt like...

... it didn't matter anyways. Jim cleared his mind as they got to Lumpy's, stepping out of the vehicle and striding up to the door of the restaurant. Dimitri opened the door for him and stepped aside, letting Jim go in like a lady or something. He muttered to himself about how he's not a chick, but Dimitri didn't hear and followed him inside.

Once a waiter had seated them, Jim took off his leather jacket and slumped in his seat, staring at the menu. He had no idea what to order... maybe chicken tenders. Or a hamburger. He tossed the menu down on the table, deciding on the chicken tenders.

"What are you getting?" Dimitri's eyes lazily traveled along the list of foods.

"Chicken."

"I might get grilled cheese..."

"Knock yourself out." Jim glanced at the large screen displaying the football game between the Chicago Bears and the New York Giants. He never really cared for sports, but it was something to look at during awkward moments like these.

Once the waiter came by, they ordered their drinks and meal and were alone, expected to talk. Jim's eyes trailed back to Dimitri, about to ask a question when their eyes locked- Dimitri had been staring at Jim. For some reason this made Jim's heart leap and he felt heat tickle his cheeks. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Dimitri said too fast and looked down, clearing his throat. He lifted his gaze again, and Jim noticed a tint of pink on Dimitri's cheeks as well. Okay, at least Jim wasn't the only one feeling awkward. He started playing with his fork, and sat up a bit higher in his chair.

"So... like... how old are you anyways?" Jim asked, peering through his bangs shyly. Dimitri laughed a little bit and leaned on the table, twirling his straw around in his Diet Coke.

"Twenty-seven," He lifted his eyes to Jim to see his reaction. Surprisingly, Jim didn't look to creeped out. Jim was sort of expecting that Dimitri was at least under thirty. "And I'm guessing you're... eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Eighteen."

"So it's not illegal, then..."

"What?" Jim raised an eyebrow in confusion. Dimitri smirked a bit, and Jim felt his stomach flip and his cheeks flush.

"Nothing," Dimitri commented offhandedly. Jim stuttered, but the food was set down in front of them at that moment, and Jim was immediately distracted by it. He began devouring his fries, stuffing them in one by one. Though, he wasn't being a slob about it- he was just eating a lot at once. His cheeks puffed out as he chewed the massive wad of fries, and Dimitri was holding back a laugh.

A moment later, Dimitri dropped his fork after fumbling with getting it out of the napkin, and at the same time Jim's knife slipped off the edge.

"Ah, crap," Dimitri leaned down, feeling for the fork to no avail. Jim sighed and climbed off his seat, crawling under the table to grab his knife. At the same time, Dimitri's hand shot out in that direction and his fingers brushed over Jim's. His heart fluttered as he jerked his hand back, sitting up and hitting the back of his head on the bottom of the table. "Dammit!" He hissed, his heart slamming in time with the throbbing on his head.

After some shuffling around, Jim plopped down on his seat, fingers curled around his fork, keeping his eyes away from Dimitri who was doing the exact same thing. They ate in silence, using the food in their mouths as an excuse to not talk a lot.

"That was awesome," Dimitri commented once he finished off his last bite of grilled cheese. "Was your chicken good?"

Jim shrugged. "It was chicken."

Dimitri laughed, "I suppose so." He then waved down the waiter for the check.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Jim stood up and left for a moment, pushing his way into the restrooms.

When he was finished, he passed the arcade, and couldn't help but to stare at them. The racing one looked fun, and he wanted to try it, but-

"Wanna race?"

Jim looked up in shock, noticing that Dimitri appeared in front of him and had a mischievous smile on his face. He held up two quarters.

A moment later, Jim was anxiously shoving the quarters into the slot, and Dimitri was selecting his preferred racing car. He picked the one that was neon green. Jim selected the fiery red one. Because it was cool, and fire was totally his thing.

"I'm so gonna win," Jim grinned. He was really into these race-car games, even if they were for little boys. He always enjoyed them, and his mom used to race with him, but she wasn't here and Dimitri was offering, so why not?

"It's on," Dimitri challenged, and the race began. Both men slammed their heels on the gas pedals, shoving other cars out of the way and speeding down the virtual track. Jim grinned and swerved to the right with an perfected amount of force, knowing exactly how to work the games. Though, to his shock, a neon green car flew past him and out of sight.

He stared at Dimitri for a moment in shock, watching his screen as he flew past many cars. Jim smirked and pressed harder on the pedal, gaining momentum on Dimitri.

Soon, they were side to side, Jim playfully knocking Dimitri's car to the side. "Outta my way, loser!" Jim called out.

"No way," Dimitri shot back, shoving him aside. They were halfway through the final lap...

And just as they were about to cross the finish line, Jim sped ahead and claimed first place.

"Yes!" He punched the air above him in victory. "Ha, in your face! I totally kicked your ass at the end!"

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that the second time around." Dimitri was loading quarters into the machine.

"You're such a sore loser."

"Shut up, I won more than you did." Jim glared at Dimitri for a moment, pouting indignantly.

"I must admit that you kicked my butt at the last race," Dimitri complimented, and Jim smiled, laughing a little and turning to face him in the car seat.

"Ha, see, even you admit that was an awesome turbo boost I pulled off on the last turn."

"It was pretty sweet."

When they pulled up in front of Sarah Anne's, Jim felt his heart sink in disappointment. It was only 2:30 p.m., he would just go in his room and do nothing else...

He wanted to ask Dimitri to do more today, but a man like Dimitri probably had more important things to do than mess around with a kid. Jim opened the car door and stepped out.

He turned around, ducking his head into the car. "Hey, Dimitri?"

"Yes?" Dimitri's eyes sparkled, and Jim felt his heart do that weird thump-thing again. That has to stop at some point, seriously...

"Can we do this again sometime?" Jim asked nervously, feeling his body flush warm from head to toe. He's never had a friend like this before. Dimitri was actually a pretty cool guy.

Dimitri smiled charmingly. "Anytime you want, kiddo."

Jim smiled and closed the door, waving a little as Dimitri drove off. He felt light-hearted, and he couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face.