Dark Withdrawals (boyxboy)

Erased

I pulled up to the restaurant, immediately feeling like I was going to vomit. I can't do this, I still don't even know what to say. I glanced at the clock, noticing that it was fifteen minutes passed our agreed meeting time. Mustering up enough courage, I made my way to the doors and hoped to God that nigga was gone already.

All that hope went straight to hell moments after, when I spotted him at a secluded booth in the corner. Apart of me was ready to duck the fuck out anyway, until we made eye contact. 

"Reservations, sir?" the host asked, before I could come up with some escape plan. I nodded in response. "Name for the table?"

"Drake," I mumbled, dryly.

"Drake, party for two. Right this way sir," he smiled at me, before leading the way to the most awkward situation I'll probably ever be in.

I cleared my throat and slowly followed, walking across the room and hesitantly taking a seat across from him. Now here we are, sitting across from each other in a restaurant looking gay as fuck. It was me who agreed not to meet at either of our places, so I shouldn't be complaining. My eyes automatically focused on the menu conveniently sitting in front of me, but I could feel him analyzing my demeanor.

"Sir, what would you like for your choice of beverage?" a waiter asked, not even two seconds later.

"Ah, water I guess," I answered, cutting my eyes at Drake. He was already staring at me, just as I expected. The waiter nodded, and moments later placed my drink in front of me.

"You two need a few more moments to look at the menu?"

Nobody responded. Shit, I don't even know if I can keep anything down right now with the way I'm feeling.

"Alright, I'll take that as a yes," the waiter walked off once again, sounding annoyed as fuck.

"So, how are you? You feeling better than you were last night?" Drake tried to start some kind of conversation. The last thing I wanted to talk about was anything from last night. He attempted again, "I see you back in the whip, surprised they didn't tow it off," he chuckled. I didn't say anything, instead shooting him a small smile, immediately picking up my menu, which was taken out of my hands just as fast as I'd picked it up.

"Look, I'm not trying to waste my time, or make anything more awkward than you're making it right now, so I'm going to cut the bullshit. We both know what happened last night," Drake started again, staring directly into my eyes. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to. I was actually ashamed, something I haven't felt since I disappointed my mom. I averted my vision to the glass of water on my side of the table.

"Chris, you not going to say nothing?" He asked, calmly. It seemed like he was forcing himself to be this calm, yet his eyes were so cold. It seemed like he didn't have any emotion whatsoever. I stayed quiet, him only sighing in response. I swear I'm not trying to piss him off, I just don't know what to say.

"I'm fine," I barely whispered.

"What?"

"I said I'm fine," I repeated, a little louder. It's crazy how this nigga got me talking to him like he's my parent or some shit.

"I hear you, but you're acting funny as hell. I understand why, but damn. Look, I'm just saying it's cool, swept under the rug, erased. We can forget it ever happened."

I raised an eyebrow, no way could this shit be that easy.

"Dead ass?"

"My dude, there's no point in even trying to clear this up if you're this uncomfortable. We didn't hang before last night, so it's not going to kill me if we never hang again. Plus that Loud we smoked had us lit as fuck, it's been known to make people do shit out of their element," he laughed.