One Hundred Sleepless Nights

15

Part of me wants to tell Tony not to come by tonight. Partly because I'm nervous about seeing him after last night, but also partly because I told myself I would distance myself from him a little. 

Luckily I don't even need to tell him to show up because by 1:15 he's still not here. Embarrassingly enough, I hung around an extra 15 minutes just to try and see him, but I decide to leave with my dignity intact by not waiting any longer.

A weird part of me is disappointed. I try to not feel this way, but I can't help it from time to time. Its when I meet someone who seems decent enough that I get disappointed when things don't workout the way I want them to. But with Tony its probably for the best, all things considered.

I try not to dwell on it on my way home, and I actually end up succeeding by the end. That is until I get home and see him waiting on my doorstep.

"I was already late so I figured I'd come here." he says as he gets up to greet me.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Awfully presumptuous of you to show up at my house."

"I was hoping, presuming actually, that you wanted to see me."

I roll my eyes at him but a small smile fights its way onto my lips. 

"I take it I presumed right." he says.

"Stop saying presume." I say with a laugh. 

I turn and put my key in the door, unlocking it and swinging it open for him to enter.

"Actually," he says, not even moving an inch. "You wanna go out?"

"Where to?"

He shrugs. "Anywhere. Night is young. I know neither of us will be sleeping soon anyways."

I kind of wanted to lure him into my bed even though I know it wouldn't have worked. Plus I enjoy this waiting thing. Its going to feel so much better when it finally happens.

I lean into my place and close the door then turn to him. "Lets go."

The alcohol is flowing like it always is at 3am. Its a gorgeous night out too. The warmth from the day is still hanging over the night, but there's a breeze that is just right. A remix of Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran is blasting at the bar and Tony is next to me enjoying all the things I'm enjoying. I would have to say its perfect.

"Dance with me." I lean over and murmur into Tony's ear.

He glances sideways at me. He's as drunk as I am, but he's clearly not into the same vibe right now.

"I don't dance." he says.

"Not even with me?" I pout. 

"Not even with you." he says with a grin.

For a second I admit defeat. I can't exactly bribe him to dan-

"Nothing I can bribe you with?" I ask, my hands sliding onto his biceps. What a great idea.

His eyes dart to my hand on his arm, clearly amused. 

"Go out with me."

I can't help but laugh. "What?" 

"I'll dance with you if you date me." he says bluntly.

"I don't date." I say. 

"And I don't dance."

My mouth falls open as I look at him. Who know that this guy who comes off as so shy is actually such a witty and a touch cocky. I never would've thought so at first.