Pretty Boy // joji x reader

Wrong One

SUNDAY, 5:27 PM

I've never really dated anyone before. I've read books, magazines, seen talk shows about all this before though. Daniel spent half the day with me, then had to leave to visit his parents. He said that since his parents lived far away from him, he was gonna go surprise them with a 4 day road trip, also meaning he was going to miss work. He explained that he asked me out today because he didn't want to wait 4 days. Ha, impatient. But then he said once he came back, we'd go on a proper date. My stomach had been filled with butterflies the entire half day. I don't think it'd go away that easily.

I stood leaning against the door Daniel had just walked out of. Sighing, I walked over to my couch and picked up the remote, but before I could take a seat, a ring came from my room. I groaned and made my way there, hoping it wouldn't take long.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"Um, it's George. Did you not look at the screen?"

"Oh, I deleted your contact a while ago, heh, sorry about that."

"I'm offended, but anyway, me and my friends want a tour around the city, you promised me one. You up for it?"

"I never promised you anything."

"Don't argue. It'll go by faster."

"Ugh, fine. You know where I live, just come pick me up." I hung up before he could say anything else and tossed my phone back onto my bed, then headed straight for my closet. I threw together a black shirt and light jeans, with a small maroon jacket on top. The weather outside was a little chilly, so the jacket was needed, and I added a small black backpack. I sprayed on a little perfume, fixed my hair, and some extra details. Then I grabbed my phone and walked into the living room, waiting patiently for him to arrive.

A good 20 minutes passed before I heard the doorbell ring. I put down the glass of juice I made 3 minutes ago and walked to the door to check the peephole. I could see George, wearing an army green North Face sweatshirt, a hat that read "SPAM" and black jeans, and two people behind him. One had longer hair than the other, and the other wore glasses. I backed up from the hole and opened the door. George smiled,
"You ready?"

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5:53 PM

His car smelled nicer than usual. I put my seat belt on and put my phone on silent, sitting in the front, while his friends sat in the back. He decided he wanted to drive because he didn't want me or them crashing it, and he wanted me in front so I could give directions. I looked at his friends through the rear view mirror and observed their features. The one with the longer hair had bright eyes and curls. The other wore a maroon shirt that read "I EAT ASS" and japanese lettering underneath. He had a little stubble and a wide grin. They were laughing over something on one of their phones. George finally got into the car and faced me, "So, where first?"

The long haired one spoke with a familiar australian accent, "Um, George, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Right, right, right", he turned in his seat to face them, "The school shooter's Ian, and the girl is Max. This is (y/n)." Max punched George's shoulder playfully, then extended his hand for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you." I shook his hand and smiled at both of them, then George faced me again.

"So?"

"Drive." So he did.

We drove around, and I showed them the places I knew. Restaurants, bookstores, the mall, small shops, cinemas, and more. The final stop was the Central Park, and we decided to park the car about a mile from it, so we'd walk there and check out the shops on the way. I grabbed my things as everyone else exited the car, but before I grabbed the handle, someone else opened the door for me. Ian smiled and kept the door open as I got out and adjusted my clothes.