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cats: A guys best friend (3)

Jeremwood
Word count: 4583
Chapters: 3

Gentle Giant

That night was rough for Jeremy. Before it had only been him slightly hoping that Ryan was actually interested in him, but now it was confirmed. Ryan fucking asked him out on a date, and Jeremy agreed.

"I'm such a fucking idiot Zipper," Jeremy shouted to his cat as he paced back and forth in front of his bed, Zipper sitting there just watching him, "What have I done? He's a criminal Zipper! I can't get involved with that shit again. You remember that right?"

Jeremy gestured to his cat as if looking for him to respond. Jeremy nodded to himself, "Of course you do. And I wasn't even a real criminal Zip just a lousy street fighter, yet I still got into a bunch of shit. That fucking fight club was insane Zipper, and it was the worst decision of my life. If Ryan and I end up together I might end up in that same position."

Jeremy stopped his rambling and started to take deep breaths, he sat down on his bed and brought Zipper over on his lap, "I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't even know if this date will go well. Plus if things were ever to work out, if things go well, then Ryan would have to understand I want nothing to do with that. Right? Right. All right let's go to bed Zip, I wore myself out."

Jeremy wakes up the next morning to his phone ringing, without looking at who it was he picked it up if it was just some telemarketer they were gonna get his piece of mind.

"Jeremy?" The person asked.

"That's me," Jeremy yawned.

"It's Ryan," he said slowly. With that Jeremy tumbled out of bed and slammed into the floor.

"Fuck," Jeremy whispered as he rubbed his head.

"Are you okay?" Ryan quickly asked. Jeremy could hear how genuinely concerned Ryan was. His heart began to race.

"Yeah, yeah, no I'm good. I uh- you know may have fallen out of bed," Jeremy blushed. How was he suppose to woo Ryan if he couldn't even control himself while talking to him on the phone?

Wait am I trying to woo Ryan. I mean why not, right?
He could straight up murder you, he's the Vagabond.
But I mean he nice and cute. Also, he likes cats.
God dammit I'm such useless gay. All right let's woo this mass murderer.
Hell yeah.

"Wait did you just get out of bed?" Jeremy grunted to confirm, "Jeremy It's twelve in the afternoon."

"Nah your lying," he took a quick glance at his clock, "Nope, yeah you're right. Shit. Are we still on for coffee?"

"I mean yeah I still want to go, I was calling to ask if anything had come up. I texted you a while ago and got worried, but yeah. Where do you want to go?"

"Um, do you know the coffee place on south in downtown, I think it's called Grinder. They have good drinks, and some nice pastries, unless you have somewhere else you'd want to go."

"No, no that's good with me. When do you want to meet up?"

"I just need to put on some clothes, and then I'll be good. So I should be there in like twenty." Jeremy smiled into the phone.

"That sounds great," the joy in Ryan's voice was palpable through the phone. Jeremy wonders what it would be like to see him smile in person, not in the dark, but in the light where he could see every single detail, "Jeremy you there?"

"Yup. Totally present. I'll see you in twenty," he coughed out.

"See you then," and then Ryan hung up, leaving Jeremy in silence where all he could hear was his heart racing.