I'm Yours

Dinner

Ryker's POV:

Who's having dinner with Auggie, I'm having dinner with Auggie! Who's having dinner with Auggie, I'm having dinner with Auggie!

I am so fuckin grateful his mom asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner because that gives me more time to stay and talk with him.

His chair was still close to mine from studying, and thankfully he hasn't moved it yet. I hope he's a bit more comfortable with me because I've tried to calm down the overbearingness of my personality around him.

"So Ryker, are you enjoying the food?" Asks Auggies dad, who was extremely hot. (Not as fine as Auggie tho!)

"Yes sir. It's incredible," I say.

"Don't have to be so formal. My names Leonardo," he smiles.

I nod then look over at Aug who seemed to be on a planet of his own. He was enjoying the meal, mindlessly eating as he stared at his plate.

"Auggie you alright?" Asks Quinn.

"Oh yeah. Hi," he says quickly, positioning himself upwards on the chair.

Why is it that every movement he does turns me the fuck on. Like Jesus, I could watch him do some boring ass shit, yet find myself intrigued.

"Tired?" Willow asks.

"Yeah," he chuckles lightly, poking at the salad on the plate.

"You sure you alright Aug?" I ask, intently studying his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous for my game tomorrow. It's against a really good team, and I just want to play my best," he says.

"No need to sweat Aug. I've seen some of your practices, and it's crazy. How can someone jump that high?" I say in utter admiration.

"You know, I don't know where both of you get your athletic ability from? We're both so trash at sports," laughs Quinn, his mom.

"My love! Are you calling me un-athletic?" Asks Leonardo, appalled.

"Uh huh," she grins.

"What about that time when I absolutely destroyed you in basketball huh?"

"Leo, you literally beat me by one point, and do you remember the score... ya, 0-1," she says, shaking her head, trying to cover her laugh.

"Oh are you sure? I remember my score being way more than that," he says unconvincingly.

"Sure," laughs Quinn.

"You know I'm telling the truth, my love," he says, raising his eyebrows at her.

"You're such a loser," she giggles.

Leonardo takes one more look at his wife with the most loving smile I have ever seen before turning his head back to us.

"You play football right?"

"Yes. I'm actually the captain," I say proudly.

"That's fantastic. How many games have you guys played so far?"

"Only 4 so far, and luckily we've won all. I actually have a game tomorrow and it's at home, so if you guys have the time I'd love to see you there," I say.

"We'll try our best to make it," says Leo.

An hour goes by until we are finally finished eating since all of us were talking rather than eating. I go to take the plates and so does Leonardo. We walk to the sink and I place them in the sink. I was going to wash them, but he stopped me.