Numbers // weekman/weekeman

-Part 5-

-Ryan POV-

I let my fingers hover over the electronic keyboard on my phone. Do I want to text Dallon? I don't want to seem clingy. I try to think it over for a second then decide, fuck it, and text anyway.

Hello? I type, pressing the send button. Within seconds, I'm already nervous and my palms start to sweat. Why am I so nervous, it's not like I haven't talked to him before. I sit in the bathroom, my back against the wall, knees pulled to my chest.

Hi. That's all I receive back.

Didnt think u were gonna respond.

Do you ever expect me to? It's not like I have anybody else to talk to.

Oh Im sorry.

It's fine. Did you want something, or did you just want to talk? I don't want to sound like a dick, because I'm not trying to be.

I peek at the time at the top of my phone. 10:08 PM, it reads. I came home around an hour ago.

Well I was just wondering if u wanted to maybe meet up sometime?? Sorry, it's just that Ive never really talked to u in person.

I thought that I was going to be the one to have to ask that.

Oh. Okay um I was thinking of going to this diner that's kinda cool. I was thinking we could just,, talk I guess.

Okay, I'm down for that. You got an idea of when?

Uh not really. Maybe tomorrow? Like,, 10-ish? If that's okay with u.

I'm cool with that. Just give me the location.

I type in the address and send it to him.

Thanks.

No problem.

I leave the conversation like that. I wait for a couple minutes, just staring at my phone to make sure Dallon didn't have anything else to say. After about 5 minutes or so, I pick up my phone and walk into my room, collapsing onto the small bed. Combining my sleeping habits, with how anxious I am, I don't think I'll be able to sleep well tonight.

Which kinda sucks because then I'll have time to think.

I don't want to think.

Usually that ends up bad.

And I end up doing stupid shit to myself.

I pull the covers over my head and try to control my breathing, which had started to become rapid and shaky. Eventually, I get it back to normal and I just kind of sit there, in the darkness of my room.

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-Dallon POV-

I get to the diner a little early. I take a seat at a table towards the back. It was a table for two. So, fitting, given the circumstances. I brought my violin, just in case I decided to play afterwards. It sits beside me, on the ground.

A short woman walks over to the table, smiling widely. She seems overly excited. I look up at her and muster a small smile back.

"Hi! Can I get you started with anything to drink?" She holds a little notepad in her hand.

I run a hand through my hair, sitting up straighter. "Ah, I'm actually waiting for someone. But I think he'll be fine with water. So, two waters I guess." Damn, I'm awkward.

"Oh! That's fun!" She scribbles something down on her notepad. I don't think she noticed my blatant awkwardness. She leans closer, loudly whispering, "Is it a date?"