𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

dylan

after i woke up this morning, i decided to explore the city a little more and try and find some good places to eat, drink etc. i opened up my phone, swiping away at all the notifications asking where i was. they'll give up and forget about me in a couple of days, they always do.

i typed in google maps some good places to eat in my area, as i hadn't had anything to eat yet, despite it being 2pm already. a small place called betty's diner was about 5 minutes away. i start my walk towards the diner, imagining all the good shit i'm about to get my hands on.

on arrival at the diner, i spot alex inside with a friend who also had brown hair but it was a little more curlier than alex's. shit, i don't want this to be awkward. luckily they're sat at a two seated table, so hopefully they won't invite me to join them. but if he's still trying to pull off his nice guy act he might.

my mouth waters as i order some pancakes with golden syrup and a vanilla milkshake which was way too overpriced but i was fucking hungry. i walk over to the tables and try to find one away from alex to avoid any awkward conversation. but of course the only table left was a four seater which was practically next to them.

i sigh and place my bag down on the seat next to me, keeping my eyes down to avoid any eye contact with alex. but nope. of course he bloody notices me.

"oh hey" alex says as he approaches my table, he's got that friendly smile plastered over his face as always.

"hey, didn't see you there" i lie, sounding shocked.

"i was wondering if you wanted some company? me and my friend are eating too so we could eat together and get to know each other a little? you know been as we're neighbours" he smiles as he awaits my reply. for fucks sake. i would rather not mr nice guy but i don't wanna hurt your feelings so ok.

"yeah, that would be great" i lie again. why am i even trying to make these people happy? why have i gone fucking soft in london? mad.

alex and his friend grab their plates and drinks and head over to my table. they sit down and alex introduces me to his friend, george. now i can see him properly, i notice his gorgeous blue eyes and long eyelashes. why can't my eyes look like that the fuck.

"so earlier i never caught your name?" alex asks me. fuck. shit. i hadn't decided on one yet. thinking on my feet, i say the first thing that comes to mind.

"oh yeah i'm dylan" i say uncertainly, but manage to back it up with a confident smile. no idea where that came from. probably because dylan minnette looks like a work of art and produces bangers. he is fucking gorgeous so probably from that. either way i liked my new name. not too girly, not too unique. just simple.

"well, nice to meet you dylan" george gives me a grin which i return.

"nice to meet you too george"

"so dylan" alex asks inquisitively, "where did you move here from?"

uh oh, this is where the questions start getting a little uncomfy.