Just Another Romance (A Gay Furry Story)(COMPLETED)

It's Just Child's Play

"What?! I'm not playing hostage just for your amusement!" I whisper-yell as we walk into the diner. It's quiet, which makes my argument much less effective. "This isn't funny, seriously! I can take care of myself just fine!"

Ryan gives me the most adorable look, and glances at my wrists comedically. As if suggesting a previous attempt could have a pass at humor. "Right, you can take care of yourself." He sits me down in a booth near the front, and puts a finger to my lips to stop me from protesting. "I guess you'll have to play hostage for my amusement and your safety."

I let loose a low growl, and he laughs. "I'm not a child, you know!" I bark at him as he goes towards the back of the diner.

Ryan peeks his head from the corner of the door and whispers, "Sure, and I'm Benedict Cumberbatch," before disappearing into the kitchen.

"God..." I mutter to myself. While I still can't help but get flustered by every little thing he says, Ryan's got something that makes me feel all fluttery inside as well. I'm stuck in a wheel of thoughts that rolls me right into a waitress.

I should clarify.

My incessant tapping foot keeps pace with my thoughts, although it slowly slides out into the aisle as the smile on my face grows. At one point while I'm in the Ryan-Mind-Mobile, a waitress walks by with a giant stack of plates and silverware. My foot, bouncing up and down like the perverted apparatus it is, throws itself into the waitress's walkway, and in a matter of moments, there's plates and cutlery everywhere.

"Oh- shit!" The waitress exclaims, watching as each and every plate on her tray flies into linoleum oblivion. The two of us dive toward any potential survivors, though there aren't many left. "Damn it," she curses as she starts picking up shards of plates, hissing when one almost cuts her finger.

"I'm s-so sorry!" I wince, and my entire body fills with regret. I get on the ground and try to help the waitress pick up some of the dinnerware, but she shoos me off with a wave.

"Don't worry, I got it." She has a nice tone about her, but her face says otherwise. It's smooshed down, as if she's angry, but doesn't want to say it. "Just... continue eating, I'll clean this up."

I hesitate, and raise my index finger. It keeps on going up and down, almost in a comedic fashion, not deciding on one place to stay as my words come out. "I, uh... I didn't order anything, actually..."

"Eh?" The waitress gives me a stink-eye look, and stands up with her tray of shattered plates. "Do you need a menu?"

"Ah, no," I say sheepishly. "I, just... uh, I'm just hanging out here for right now." I flick my nose, trying to get rid of the itch there. Now that I'm paying attention to her, I can finally get a good idea of what she is. She's some sort of cat, with an excess of fur, and is wearing the same clothes as Ryan. Her silver name tag reads 'Sarah', and I commit the name to memory.

"You're hanging out here?" She gives me a raised eyebrow, and laughs. "Alright kid, just keep it down." The waitress, Sarah, walks off with her tray and leaves me alone.

Ugh, why does everyone think I'm a kid or something? I'm probably only just a year or two younger than her... I give the diner table a scowl, and start drumming my fingers against it.

"Might as well try and pass some time, I guess," I mutter, and reach for my pocket. I go to pull out my phone, and a small fact hits my head again.

My phone's at home.

"Dammit," I growl.

With nothing else to do, I manage to wave down Sarah the waitress, and she walks over with a certain bounce in her step. To be honest, it sort of reminds me of Ryan. Stop thinking of him all the time, damn it!