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Willdip- Bad date

Thank you to my friend for suggesting this story. Please go check out @L0ndon_AtNight. She started a new story, and would greatly appreciate the views. Also, there is a person named Jacob in this story, and he's gross. To all my Jacobs out there, you are amazing. 

Will's POV:

I was on my way to meet up with a guy I met on Tinder. We had been talking for months, and he came into town to meet up with me. We shared lots of hobbies and interests, and he seemed really sweet! He was also my exact type, which is always a good thing. I can already tell that it's going to be an amazing date. 

The car soon came to a stop. Kill was dropping me off, and boy, he is overprotective about these things. "What was his name again? And are you positive he's coming? I don't want you to get abandoned by some boy you just met." Kill said, making sure to add loads of sarcasm to the 'boy' part. I rolled my eyes, patting his shoulder. "His name is Jacob. And I didn't just meet him! We've been talking for months, Kill." I smiled. He sighed softly, looking down at me with a nice, genuine smile. "I just don't want you to get hurt, okay? I knew a Jacob in high school and he was a jerk. He used to bully Tyrone and call him a fag. You know, I read an article that said people named Jacob are more likely to go to prison-" 

I shushed him before he could finish. "Jacob is a super nice guy! He's the definition of a perfect boyfriend." I smiled. Kill pulled me in for a tight hug, so tight that he practically cut off my airway. "Alright, have a good time. But remember, you have to be home by 12:30pm. You're still a teenager, after all. Then don't go to his house, and definitely don't kiss him. If you break any of these rules, you are going to be in SO much trouble." Kill chuckled. I laughed along with him. He was strict, but he was still amazing. 

I quickly got out of the car, watching Kill and his red Slug Bug drive away.  

The inside of the restaurant was filled with rich people in suits and designer clothes. Violinists played romantic yet soothing music. "Hi! I'm with the person that reserved table three. Jacob Rodriguez?" I said. The waitress looked me up, then down. "Yes, your...friend is already here. He's over there." She muttered softly and pointed to an old, short man with white hair and yellow teeth. There were beer stains all over his tank top. I felt my face curl up in disgust as I continued to look at him. 

I got...catfished.

The old man smiled at me, stroking his beard gently. "What a lovely young man." He said, licking his lips slowly. This was definitely not how I pictured my first date.  "You...don't look like your profile." I sighed, trying to find an excuse to go home. He laughed softly, gently grabbing my hands and placing a kiss on one. I tried to pull away, but his grip was strong and unforgiving. "Don't pull away from me, boy. You're mine for tonight." He whispered closely, the curly white strands from his beard tickling my ear. "Besides, sweetheart, age is just a number. And I'm only 63 years old." He giggled. 

I started shaking. I looked around for help, but nobody even batted an eye at us. Gosh, I was scared. I just wanted to go home. "S-Sir, I-I'm not comfortable-" 

"Hello there, sirs!" A waiter came up to us. He was tall and muscular, with glowing teal eyes and brown hair. He obviously sensed something was wrong, because he looked down at me and winked. I nodded and looked back at the old man, who growled and picked up a menu. The boy pointed at the old man and gasped. "You! I came to tell you something! Your car...it's being towed!" He cried. The old man yelped, immediately standing up and sprinted out the building. 

The boy gently helped me up and pulled me aside. "Are you...okay? You looked scared." He asked, concern filling his eyes. I shook my head. "N-No! That man catfished me. T-Then...he kept touching me..." I teared up. The boy hugged me, patting my back softly. After a couple minutes of silence, he spoke. "I'm Mason; Mason Gleeful." He said. I looked up at him, smiling. "I'm William Cipher. Will, for short." I chuckled softly, but soon remembered that I don't have any way to get home. "O-Oh...great."  I sighed, looking out the window and into the starry night. "What's wrong...?" Mason questioned. I looked him in the eyes, then rested my head on his chest. "I...I don't have any way to get home! A-And I left my phone at my house..." I mumbled, but Mason placed his finger on my lips. "Well...it's almost time for me to be on break, so I could take you home!" Mason smiled. My eyes lit up with joy. "Yes! Oh gosh, thank you so much!" I hugged him tightly. A bright red ran across his face. "Mhm, and maybe...I-I could have your phone number! So we can meet up again..." He whispered, his face somehow turning a darker red. I giggled, taking his phone. 

"Let's just call it a date."

12AM BABYYYYY!