Ryan Drums x Anthony Veggie stick

Pardon my Awkwardness

Anthony POV:

It's been a week, and I'm finally out of that hospital. It feels great to be home, definitely more comfortable. I lay on my bed and pick up my phone to see a text from Ryan asking if I wanted to meet at a near cafe. I have nothing better to do today, and I'd really like to pay him back, so I reply with a confident yes.
I get up and put on some decent clothes before driving over 30 minutes too early, but that's okay because my best friend works there and I haven't talked to him in ages. I approach the counter and he turns around jaw dropped at my presence. He runs around the counter and puts his hands on my shoulders shaking me.

"YOOO, VEGGIE STICK ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE TALKED!! WHATS UP MAN? ARE YOU DOING ALRIGHT??"

He screams at me.

"Yeah"
I laugh,
"I'm doing alright, I'm meeting a friend here in..."
I look down to check my watch.
"Well, he's supposed to be here in 5 minutes"

"Oooo, who is it?"
Tobi questions, curiosity filling his eyes.

"His name is Ryan, great guy."

"Oh I can't wait to meet him! He seems cool.
Wait. This isn't Ryan, the one that bullied us for years is it? Ross?"
Tobi looks concerned now.

"Oh! No no no... his last name is Drums"

"YOU'RE HANGING OUT WITH RYAN DRUMS?!"

Tobi exclaims, but before anything else can happen, Ryan walks into the shop. He walks over to me and Tobi and greets us with a wave.
Tobi just stares at him.

"Hi Anthony! Hey, I'm Ryan."
He says holding his hand out to Tobi with a smile. When Tobi doesn't shake it he retreats his hand with an awkward grin. Tobi still sits and stares in awe.

"Well, I'm gonna go find a table before it gets too packed.. is that alright Anthony?"

"Oh yeah! That's fine, I'll be over in a minute"
I smile, Ryan smiles back then walks off to find a table.

"No fucking way"
Tobi whispers into my ear.
I nod at him and then walk over to sit with Ryan.

"So"
He grins.

"You seem to feel a lot better than you did in the hospital, or at least more active"

"Yeah, it feels amazing to not be confined to that small bed."

"Oh yeah I bet."

I look down at my menu and glance around at what's available.

"So what do you think you'll get?"
I question.
He scrunches up his face.

"I don't know, it all looks great. What about you?"
He asks meeting his eyes with mine.

"Probably pancakes"
I shrug.

"Oh that sounds good, I think I'll go with go that too"
He says setting down his menu and folding his hands.

"You look really nice today"
Ryan compliments suddenly.
I laugh awkwardly then look down, blushing slightly. I look back up at him and he just smiles sweetly.

"You do too"
I smile.
"Oh! And your hair looks amazing too, like always."

Now he laughs and shakes his head, looking down.
Then Tobi walks over.

"Alright guys, are you ready to order?"
We nod and Tobi directs his gaze to Ryan.
He glances at me.

"We'll both take the number 8"
He tells Tobi.
Tobi writes it down on his notepad then waves as he makes his way to the kitchen.
Then it's just me and Ryan again.

"So when are you guys going to start touring back up?"
I question, remembering how the tour just kind of stopped after our concert.

"Well to be honest I'm not quite sure. We have to get all new equipment.. and just.. well it's all a big mess. But soon I assume."
Ryan says making hand gestures as he speaks.
I nod.

"So have you guys just been staying in a hotel this entire time? That must be expensive as fuck. The prices here are through the roof."

"Well, I have. Dallon has some friends he's been staying with so.."

"You're welcome to stay with me until you can tour again, if you want of course."
I offer, my chest hurts for him. It must be taking so much out of him to spend all this money on a hotel, and food, and transportation. Geez.. poor guy.

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah of course, take it as an extra thanks for staying with me."
I smile and he does too.
Now Tobi has arrived with our food.
We eat and exchange more conversation about things from cats, to why things are called what they are.
After paying we get in my car, then begin driving back to my place.