About a boy (Lars x Reader)

Your First Date

Later you you'd look back at that as the moment it all started. It wasn't the that you really wanted a coffee, you just knew it was the perfect excuse to see him. So you'd stop by every few mornings to The Big Donut. And you'd talk a little as he leaned against counter with his arms crossed. Lars would usually be chiding you to get a reaction. Most times you just let him talk. Mostly there were a myriad of complaints. His observations were pretty funny. It was good to let people talk about things that bothered them, and you didn't mind to listen. It seemed to you that people didn't really listen to him. You had a few conversations with other people, like Ronaldo and Jenny. Mostly they just said he was a vindictive, hot-headed trouble maker. But that didn't seem to hold true. You were familiar with small towns. Somebody usually had to play the villain. Maybe when everyone already thinks you're an asshole the only thing left is to give them what they want.

About five days after you'd begun this routine you sensed a shift. Lars was seeming a little fidgety. He was chewing on his bottom lip. He still had the same nonchalant lean, although you could see him tapping his foot incessantly. He wasn't really talkative either. You took a sip, pursing you lips on the edge of the cup and raising your eyebrows. Imploring him to spit it out. Finally he did in quick rapid sentences.

"I don't work tomorrow. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something. I don't know. Whatever. You probably just want coffee anyway"
He looks away, then slowly turns his head back. You're smiling a huge smile and that causes him to relax.
"Sounds like fun. You can meet me at my place."
"Okay" he stops leaning "Where's that"
You tell him and your plans become finalized.

You walk along the pier and decide to go home to grab your things for the beach.

Outside of Fish Stew Pizza Jenny is sitting in the sun popping gum and filing her nails. She waves as you approach. Noticing the cup from The Big Donut in your hands she starts to laugh at you.
"Oh girl. Again? You must have it bad." she teases "I don't know what you're seeing in him. I mean he's nice but he ain't that cute."
In response you just shrug and smile sipping your coffee. Jenny is such an animated person and you find her pretty hilarious.
"So are you going to kiss him?" she continues on teasing you.
"Well, we're actually going out tomorrow" you say. For all her previous chastisement she seems excited about the news of your date.
"Awh. That's pretty sweet. Maybe you two would make a good pair."
"Jenny!" you hear her father shout "Get your butt inside right now. We have customers." She smirks at you and rolls her eyes getting up to go. You smile sadly in commiseration and she waves goodbye.

The rest of the day is spent on the beach under your umbrella. You alternate between reading, swimming and the occasional stroll. Whenever your mind is still thoughts of your meeting enter your head. Jenny is totally right. You have it bad.

As it gets closer to your date you're excited but not that nervous. Though you still did change your outfit twice and spend way too long in front of the mirror. You're peaking out your window like a little thief. Trying to catch a candid glimpse of him before he's here. And you do as you see Lars walking quickly up the alley. Your small apartment is at the back of the building on the second floor. He seems to hesitate on the stairs. All those same feelings tug at you again as you watch him gather his courage.
He wears another pair of black jeans that hug his thin legs. This pair has a rip in the knee. His shirt fits loosely over him, a faded olive green with a particularly nasty snake emblemized on it. He's put two skull shaped gauges into his ears. You hear the creak of the wooden steps and shrink back. You want to pretend like you weren't just waiting for him. He raps lightly at the wood paneled screen door and you wait a few beats before answering.

Though by now you've seen him many times and even once shirtless you gaze at him for a few seconds. Tall, with big baleful eyes. Him standing there wearing clothes full of his personality makes you squirm and your heart beat fast. You wish you could hug him in greeting.
"Hey Lars" you say as he fidgets with his hands in his pockets.