We sit here, talking, laughing and, just enjoying each other's company. I laugh at all his jokes, even the cheesey awkward ones, and he laughs at my laugh. He calls it 'contagious' even though I know that it's slightly ridiculous. My phone rings, killing the mood between us completely. I look down at my phone, my eyes grow wide. 'I forgot to tell Dylan and Tyler!' I think, going into freak out mode. "I'll be right back," I say and stand. Once I'm a few feet away, I answer. "I'm sorry. I know that it's late, I forgot to call and I lost track of time completely," I babble. "Dani, relax!" It's Tyler. Between those two, he's the 'cool parent' even though he's not technially my parent. "Oh, thank god it's you! I thought it was gonna be Dylan," I sigh. "Dylan's out for the night with Holly and Crissy. But, being the older brother I have to ask, where are you?" he asks, botherly concern filling his voice for the first time in a while.
"I'm at a cafe with Connor Franta," I say, the fangirl trying to burst from my voice. "Ah, I see. Okay. How about I tell Dylan that you're over at a friends and you get home by 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon? Cool?" he asks. Like I said, the 'cool parent', "That sounds awesome. Thank you so much Tyler!" "Don't mention it, just make sure that you're home on time, so Dylan doesn't get all worried," he says. "Promise!" I say. "Okay. Have fun Dani. Love you," he laughs at my excitment. "Okay. Love you too Tyler," I respond. We both hang up and I let out a sigh of relief. Connor taps on my shoulder, causing me to jump, again. "Everything okay?" He asks, "You really need to stop being a ninja and sneaking up on me, or I'm going to have to tie a bell to you!" I joke.
"Sorry," he shrugs and chuckles. I nod, this is going to be great. "Uh, the cafe is closing. Do you want me to walk you home?" he asks awkwardly. "Considering that I don't have a clue where we are, and my brother just told me that I don't have to be until tomorrow. Why don't we go to yours? Make it easier on both of us," I say. My nerves spiked when I asked the question, making my voice break. "Sounds good. I live down the street from here anyway," he says. He's nervous too, it shows through his voice.
We walk outside- my guitar and ukuele in his hands- and start down the sidewalk in complete silence. 'Why is it suddenly so awkward between us? It makes no sense,' I think. Suddenly I feel a slight pressure on my hand, my fingers are interlaced with his."What time is it?" He asks. I look down at my phone, "About half-past ten." "Ah, I see," I shrug. He laughs lightly, I smile up at him. 'No more awkward. This is good,' I think and my hand twitches slightly. His eyes fall to our hands. Those gorgeous blue-green eyes. make their way up my arm, to my face. I shy my face away from him, before his gaze catches mine. "You have a nice profile," he says. "Thank you," my hand drops from his, my heart sinks slightly.
Seconds later, I fell his thumb slowly dragging and gently down my temple and cheekbone. I melt under the warmth of his touch. I bite my lip slightly, trying to be discrete. His hand drops to mine again, "We're here." He turns down the driveways, his hand tugging me behind him. 'Here goes nothing,' I think and take a quiet deep breath.
