"cameron?" ryan asked, shocked. his brows furrowed, yet again, and that made me know that this wasn't good. i don't know what it is about cameron, but something about him rubbed me the wrong way.
"ryan? audra? what are you two doing here?" he was clearly baffled. ryan just stared at him, very unimpressed.
"cam, you know we had reservations for this place. i told you explicitly to not come here! why would you show up anyway? who are you with?" ryan fumed. i would be, and am, mad too. the way it sounded, ryan did not want cameron here for whatever reason.
just then, someone walked out of the bathroom. as i saw maia's slim and tall figure approach, i prayed my eyes were playing tricks on me.
"maia?" i asked, totally taken aback. no way this was happening. there's no way. "what are you doing here?"
"audra! what are you doing here? i thought you and ryan were going somewhere else!" maia tried.
oh no. i could feel drama starting, and the night hasn't even begun.
"no... ryan made reservations for this place..." i trailed off. "what are you doing here with cameron?"
now look, i wasn't mad that maia is here with cameron. i'm a bit upset that she didn't tell me she was going out with him. it does not help the situation that cameron happens to be a specific male genital, if you get what i'm saying, but i would never be mad at her for trying to find someone.
"well, remember when you went to the bathroom after you got ryan's number?" i do recall that. maia was waiting for me. she didn't go with. "cameron came up to me, one thing led to another, and here we are." redirecting her attention to cameron, she says, "why didn't you tell me you knew ryan and audra would be here too?"
she was trying to keep this a secret, wasn't she?
"i-i," cameron began, unable to finish his sentence.
i couldn't do this tonight. "ryan, i think i should go..." i said. his face and shoulders visibly dropped, and he totally changed. his angered face soon turned into a disappointed, and sad expression. "we should try again another time. sometime soon, though. i really wanna see where this goes," i quickly added. his mannerisms changed a bit then, slightly more confident and hopeful.
"i'm so sorry, audra. i really hope we can try again. how about i take you home?"
then i remembered the reservations. "what about the reservations?"
"i didn't pay, ill cancel them. no biggie," he smiled. then it appeared he got an idea. "what do you say i take you home?"
"sure, sounds good," i replied.
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"i'm really sorry about cameron. i told him tha-" ryan tried to say.
"hey, it's okay. it's not your fault," i looked into his eyes. he seemed genuinely upset.
"do you wanna go home? we could always go driving?" he suggested. i loved driving so much.
"uh, yes! could we get mcdonalds? i have enough money for us," i say.
"no i can pay." there's no way i'd let him do that. he'd have to pay for gas. i told him that, so he agreed.
as we ate our food and drove around, i shoes ryan some of my favorite artists. i showed him 'heaven in hiding' by halsey, 'tb saga' by tyler joseph, and a few songs by twenty one pilots. turns out we have the same taste in music. nice.
"oh my god, it's 11:57!" i laughed. my parents wouldn't be thrilled that i would be getting home after midnight, but they wouldn't hold it against me.
"yeah, you should probably get home or something," ryan replied coolly.
"or something?" i repeated, raising a brow.
"oh, yeah, i meant you should get home," he stuttered out.
a part of me felt dissapointes, but knew that i had to be home.
"unless... do you wanna go to the beach?" he suggested.
"i was hoping you'd ask that!" and so to the beach we went.
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"okay, but why is a group of moose not called meese?" i asked.
ryan chuckled, "because they're not! it's just moose!"
"oh yeah, 'hey look at all those moose!' that makes sense," i replied.
"oh, and 'hey, look at all those meese' is better?" he quizzed.
"better than 'moose,'" i added.
"no, you're a towel," ryan said quickly. i knew exactly what he was saying.
"sorry, but you lost that one."
"yeah, but i kinda won," he smirked.
"how?" i asked, very confused by the statement.
"i got to witness you talk passionately about something that is not usually passionately talked about," ryan pointed out.
"touché, ryan. touché."
