I Wish I Loved You

14: You Stopped At...

14: "You Stopped At Fun-sucking."

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[Tyler's POV]

I beamed, "Really?"

"I said when?" Anastasia replied with a giggle.

"Oh um, I hadn't really planned on getting this far yet."

"Why not?"

"The first time I did this you shot me down the first few tries."

"More like every try." I furrowed my eyebrows, "I've had a few memories come to me in dreams."

"Like what?"

"I can't really remember right now." I could tell she was lying, but let it go.

"It doesn't matter anyway, we could go out tonight."

She shook her head, "Can't. It's our first date as far as I'm concerned, I have to tell Mackenzie, find something to wear that won't make me look like a elephant on steroids, and get ready. That's a full day process."

I chuckled at her, "Fine, what about tomorrow?"

"We have a few bands coming out tomorrow, but I think I can do it."

"Alight, then." I awkwardly lay back down.

"If you want to freak out, the bathroom is accessible."

"Thanks for that." I said with small chuckle.

"No problem."

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"Buddy, great job!" Ryan patted me on the back.

"Yeah man," my friend Elijah commented from across the table. Maybe I should re-introduce Eli to Ana, he could make a better impression on her this time.

"No, dude, listen. If you just meet her, I swear you'll love her." I raved about my girlfriend to my best friend.

"No, I won't, she took you away from me."

"And how'd she do that if I'm right here?"

"You're here," he pointed to the ground, "but you aren't here," he pointed to my head.

"That-"

He cut me off, "You're always texting her or around her and the split seconds you aren't you're thinking about texting her or being around her. And an added bonus, you won't be my wingman anymore because you're scared that your clingy-"

"Elijah-"

"Paranoid-"

"Eli-"

"Controlling, fun-sucking-"

"Fucking Elijah!"

He looked up at me, "What?!"

"No, it's okay babe," a female voice said from behind Elijah, Anastasia came closer, "continue, Elijah, you stopped at fun-sucking."

I groaned, "Hey, Ann."

"Hey, Ty..." she shot a death glare his way but greeted him anyways, "Hello, Elijah."

"How's it been, Anastasia?"

"Absolutely peachy," she retorted dryly then looked at me, "I was coming to sleep over, but you guys are having a guy's night and a rant session, I guess I'll just go home."