He agreed. Holy Shit, I can't believe he actually agrees.
I got up from my couch in shock. Not believing my eyes.
After our little encounter earlier, I couldn't hold it anymore so after much debate I texted him. As I was waiting, I thought I would watch tv to get my mind off the suspenseful feeling.
You can imagine my surprise when I hear my phone ring, sitting on the glass table
Wait, is this fake? No, snap out of it. I shook my head a little.
So many emotions are swirling inside me: excitement, worry, nervousness, but mostly relief that he is giving me a chance.
This is a chance, right? Maybe he agreed just to see if I'm safe? Well, whatever it is, I am not letting this opening go to waste.
I did have my doubts, I thought I would have to bump into him more often to get him to agree to go out with me but this is a good sign, right?
I haven't felt this nervous since I first asked her, but the feeling is different. I don't know how to explain it.
Maybe the intensity is different? They did say that new people you meet will bring out various emotions. I think that is the case.
Either way, I will have a chance to be around him.
I decided to take him out to lunch, something simple. I didn't want to overwhelm him with going to crowded places, plus I don't know what he is comfortable with so lunch is a safe choice.
"What am I going to wear?" I thought out loud.
Well, I guess it depends on where I am taking him for lunch. I can't take him where I usually go but I don't want to take him just any place.
It has to be perfect. Shit, I have so much planning to do. Should I ask that annoying bastard for help?
If I do he would make jokes and talk constantly. Do I really want to hear him talk all the time?
With my phone at hand, I dialed his number.
"Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Don't pic--" a familiar click, knowing the call went through. I couldn't help the groan from being known.
"Look who's calling!" Tyler said.
"Fuck, why did you pick up?" I asked rhetorically. Knowing he would still answer.
" What man!? you called me!" he yelled, making me pull my phone away. Damn, maybe this was a bad idea, well it is too late now.
"I need help. Come in 20 minutes." That is all I said before hanging up.
I wonder if he would actually make it in 20 minutes. Knowing damn well my place from his is outside of the city about 35 minutes with an extra 10 minutes to reach my place on that long road that led to my house.
Let us relax before he gets here. Maybe I should make myself some food. Yeah, let's do that.
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Let me buy my mother another house or jewelry. I am so glad she taught me to cook. Of course, nothing can be compared to her food. She would always worry about what I would eat if I lived on my own.
The delicious smell of steak, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and rice filled my kitchen and I bet the whole house.
Nothing like good soda to complete the dish.
Just then I heard my door ring, followed by a rapid banging sound. Knowing who it is, I looked at my watch and saw he made it with a couple of minutes to spare.
"Heh, what determination he has." I laughed to myself.
Finishing up the second plate I put out for him, I took my time to walk to the front door.
Swinging the door open, I saw a panting, sweating Tyler, his fist halfway in the air.
"You're late," I said seriously.
"Axel, man. I got here as fast as I could--" Tyler's voice shake with nervousness.
Seeing him panicking internally is amusing. If I pushed a little further he would probably pee himself.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, I burst out laughing. I was holding onto my door before I moved backward continuing laughing as I motion for him to come in.
"Oh Fuck, man. You let people mess with you so easily." I coughed out, catching my breath.
"You're not funny. I could have gotten into a car accident." He pouted.
"Calm your balls, I made food. Eat." I pointed to the kitchen behind me.
One thing with Tyler is if there is food involved his mood would change drastically and remain happy no matter what he was feeling before.
It's a wonder how he is not fat from the constant eating he always does.
"If I was gay, I would totally fuck you and make you my husband." Tyler moans out.
A shiver ran down my spine, and a feeling of disgust almost made me lose my appetite.
"Don't ever say that again. Two, I do the fucking, and three I would pay to see you dating a guy." I listed out.
"Now, why I called you for. I need..." I mumbled the last part.
"Ou eed at?" Tyler's words muffled with his mouth full.
I told him not to talk with his mouth full. This disgusting pig, how is he a popular model and an actor? If his fans saw him they would cry.
"He agreed to come to lunch with me and I need this to be perfect," I said in one go. I saw his eyes widening, quickly trying to finish his food, he grabbed his cup to wash the food down.
"He--your--you, what? He agreed!?" He exclaimed. I just nodded my head. he smiled so brightly that my eyes started to hurt, making me push his face away.
"Yes, now calm down and help me plan it. I don't want him to regret it."
"We are going to make this lunch the best ever! It will blow him away!" He declared.
"Yea, no. Nothing that would overwhelm him." I said, sitting on the island chair.
"The date is on Sunday afternoon. So, I don't want to take him somewhere without air conditioning and too sunny."
"Hehe, a date?" Tyler said with a smug face. Continuing to ignore him, I told him how I want the lunch date to play out.
I really hope this works out well. Maybe there will be a next time.