You Have a Twin?!

First Date <3

Ryan's POV

"AWOOOO!"

"What the Hell was that?!"

"Heather. Huskies are very talkative," I tell Jackson on the phone as I continue to search for Destiel fluff on the internet.

"Oh, why did he name her Heather again?"

"Mom's middle name."

"Oh right right." Jackson goes silent for about 3 minutes, which is not normal when he's talking to me.

"You alright Jackson?"

"Doyouwannagoonadatewithme?!" Jackson says quickly.

"Uh... what did you just say?"

"NOTHING! DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!" Jackson yells then I hear a whoosh and a thud.

"Did you just throw your phone?" I ask, but I doubt he heard me.

I can hear him perfectly though, "Oh my God! Why did I say that?! I can't go on a date with him! Everyone thinks I'm straight as a pole! I can't go on a date with Ryan! Even if he is amazing and nice and sweet and funny and adorable and, oh no. OH GOD WHY?! How can I like that geek this much?! I just met him! AHHHHH!"

My eyes go wide and my face heats up. He thinks I'm amazing. He thinks I'm nice. He thinks I'm sweet. He thinks I'm funny. He thinks I'm adorable. AHHHHHH!

"If that asshole hasn't asked you on a date yet, I'll sick Max on 'im," Fang says, scaring the shit out of me. I look up and see my twin leaning against my door frame, Heather standing right next to him, her tail wagging like crazy.

"What?"

"You do realize you said the 'He thinks I'm yadda yadda yadda' out loud right?" Fang snickers. Heather, who is a doggy genius, somehow copies him. My face goes bright red.

"AHHHH THE CALL IS STILL CONNECTED!" Jackson screeches from the other line. Heather whines and pushes her head in between Fang's legs, hiding her hears from Jackson. 

"MAN UP AND TAKE MY TWIN ON A DATE LAKES!" Fang yells at my phone.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna die. WHY WOULD YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOUR BROTHER OUT ON A DATE?! YOU HATE ME!"

"YEAH WELL MY BROTHER LIKES YOU AND YOU LIKE HIM! HE LIKES CHEAP FOOD AND WALKING WHILE HOLDING HANDS!" Fang yells.

"Nicholas Colmillo Cortez! SHUT THE FUCK UP! GET OUT!" I screech, as I throw a pillow at him.

"LANGUAGE!" Abuela shouts from downstairs.

"SORRY!" I yell as Fang actually falls on the floor from laughing so hard.

"R-ryan, uh, d-do you want t-to g-g-go on a date? W-with m-m-me?" Jackson stutters over the phone. Fang shuts up and looks at the phone then at me before nodding frantically. A knock on the door makes me look over at Nudge who is also frantically nodding.

"Yes. I would love to go on a date with you. When and where?" I ask. Fang and Nudge silently cheer.

"Uh, is tonight good for you? My parents had reservations a this nice restaurant, but they decided not to go. I convinced them to let me use it." Jackson suggests.

"A fancy restaurant? Uh, so s-suit and t-tie?" I ask worriedly.

"Uh well, yeah. If you don't want to, we can always do something else. Anything you want," Jackson says.

Fang waves his arms around to get my attention and when he does, he mouths, "I got a suit you can use,"

"Uh, don't worry. I got a suit. Let's do the restaurant. Don't want to waste that reservation. I've never actually been to a nice restaurant other than Olive Garden anyway, so this will be a cool new thing for me!" I say excitedly.