Psychology of a crush #4
The Psychology of a Crush #4
I closed my eyes as the crisp arid air blew over my muzzle fur. My sensitive nose struck by a slight stinging sensation. The cold mountain air wasn't exactly the most comfortable sensation in the morning, but it certainly did wonders for shaking the lethargic, energy draining feeling away from my muscles. I looked over at my steaming cup of coffee resting on the wooden railing beside me, taking it in one hand and looking back down the mountainside as the sun crested the horizon. Originally, I was pretty upset that my dad decided to claim the master bedroom of the house. He was rarely every in town because of his military position, but he still insisted "His house, he chooses the bedroom". I came to realize pretty quickly that I got the better end of the deal though. My loft room certainly had its downsides (The difficulty keeping it heated for example), but my access to the upper porch certainly was not one of them. Especially on mornings like this. I gently opened my eyes as the sun's warm glow gently kissed the black nose at the end of my canine muzzle. When the world finally came into focus, I saw the canvas that was being painted on while my eyes were closed. I hadn't really taken the time to appreciate this little pacific northwestern town, but I had to admit that the majestic mountains and faint scent of pine on the wind was a major selling point. My eye darted to the side as a notification lit up my phones screen. It's an automatic reaction at this point. It really didn't take very long for me to flip the glass device over.
Tor (Hector)
Buenos dias mullido! Hey, so this mightttt seem kind of cheesy but I just wanted to tell you I hope you have a good day.
Andddd you're an awesome guy.
I just wanted to let you know that..... As a really really good friend though.
I really couldn't help but chuckle a little at how ridiculous the whole situation was. I mean we both KNEW that both of us felt something...More, the issue was than neither of us seemed mature or...Comfortable with admitting it.
Well good morning prince charming. I appreciate the kind gesture your making. But what's up? This whole thing seems highly sus.
Tor(Hector)
Lol well I was...
Nvm I am just going to call you.
I'm not entirely sure how long his phone takes to open up the phone book and dial my number, but it seemed like a shockingly short amount of time. Not even a second had passed before my phones stock ringtone started vibrating through my hand and causing my ears to perk up on my head. After a few moments of processing the sudden shock of blaring music I pressed my finger against the answer button and raised the phone up to my ear.
"Hey Tanner, so uh what I was saying was I read an article last night that said part of maintaining successful relationships is communicating authentically and regularly. SO! I thought that I would just let you know that you were on my mind this morning and well. I think you are an amazing individual, you know?" He obviously also just woke up from the sound of it. His voice sounded gravely and...deep. I mean, his voice was usually baritone, but this somehow seemed raw to me. Like I was somehow listening to a modern singer's voice without the auto tune except instead of a teen pop star I got to listen to the guy I liked roll those sweet accented Rs off of his recently awaken tongue.
"Huh, wait.... Why were you lookin' at an article on maintaining successful relationships? Isn't that usually for like, troubled marriages or somethin'?" Of course, after that all I could hear for a couple moments was his extremely bro like half laugh. I guess it's true that all of your crushes jokes somehow become the most hilarious thing in the world.
"No no! It's not just for romantic relationships. Communication and shit is important for any relationship. But uh, the reason I looked it up actually." His voice became a little less enthusiastic as it sounded at the beginning of the sentence. "Well I just got worried that I messed things up yesterday. In the food court. I didn't want you to feel like you were pressured...or that I forced you into it or anything and I wanted to...Talk with you about it, you know?" I could almost feel his ears getting pressed against his head as he talked. His words sounding increasingly worried as he continued speaking. It made my heart leap to here how sweet and considerate he was being though. It was like a completely different guy from the lust driven canine I'd interacted with earlier in the week. Whatever the case though it seemed important to me that I let him know what I was actually feeling, communication and shit is important after all.
"Hey, you don't need to be worried about that. We're chillin". There was a couple moments of silence before he answered back, his voice sounding like his flare was starting to make a comeback.
"You for real? I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything?" My throat rumbled with a chuckle.
"Yeah, everything is fine. Honestly. I enjoyed it too you know, nothin' wrong if it's mutual and consensual right? Though, I think we should try to slow it down a little. If I'm honest we are moving a little fast if nothing is official. Plus, I am not ready to quite come out about it yet, ok?" His phone made a couple thud sounds. He was likely fumbling with it for some reason.
"Yeah! Yeah of course. Sorry, I just kind of got ahead of myself. It just, when I see you...Well I just feel like..." It was clearly a little hard for him to admit it straight out too, I figured I'd help him out.
"I know what you mean Tor...I feel the same way. I just...I feel like we are jumpin' into it and I just have no idea what to do really and..." It was his turn to help me, his deep voice coming through the phone.
"I'm just as confused tanner. I don't really have everything figured out either. But...I just think that if we give it time, hopefully we can help each other figure it out." I paused for a moment. I'd been in plenty of relationships. But none of them managed to make me feel like crying with happiness like he did. "Tanner....?" His voice took me out of the trance. Quickly making me realize I'd been silent this whole time.
"I'm still here.....Tor, I think I'd really like figuring out what all of this shit means with you." I could practically hear him deflate as he let out a sigh. Probably having been holding his breath this entire time.
"I'm really glad to hear that tanner. But to be clear, nothings official yet still right?" Another chuckle rolled off of my long tongue before I took another sip of my coffee before answering.
"I think it'd be good to leave the status there, yeah.....But I still expect to have Thursday night get togethers."
"Yeah! Of course. I enjoy seeing you too much to let those go...Before we make anything official though I got to say, and this might sound a little traditional of me, but I sort of want to meet your parents.... And sort of ask first you know?"
I almost spit out my coffee, only narrowly avoiding breathing it in. "W-wha?"
"It's just this cheesy thing my family does. It's considered respectful to ask your significant others parents for their hand in courtship, you know?"
I put my coffee against the railing once more and tapped my paw against the wooden surface. "We can totally meet my mom if you want...My dad might be an ongoin' process. He's not exactly the most progressive individual...."
"Right, yeah, I mean all in due time, right? I mean we did just say that we would take things slower.." He made a good point there.
"That's pretty much where I am at right now too. Lets just, cruise along OK? Now, I love talking but if I don't get some real person pant's on in the next 5 minutes I can say goodbye to my employ ability grade in my morning classes." His phone was fumbled around in his paws again. The sound of covers being thrown across a room faintly being played over my phones speaker.
"Shit! Your right! I am like 2 minutes late to my 8 A.M! Gotta go fluff butt! Lo-.... Shit, uh yeah. Gotta go!" The phone call ended abruptly to the sound of opening and slamming dresser doors. I couldn't help but laugh as I pressed the standby button on the side of my phone, took my still steamy cup of joe in my paw and walked back inside to my bedroom.
The commute back to campus went by just about as well as it did any other day though with the snow now melted I was finally able to drive with the windows down and the sunroof open. The fresh spring air running over my muzzle and through the tuft of longer hair on top of my head was quickly becoming one of the high lights of my morning. The Bose speakers in my car practically blasting "I want you back" by Jackson 5. A thin smile crossed my muzzle a I grabbed 6thgear in my car. The black Audi cascading down the country highway going 88 through the line of pine trees, v8 roaring guttural like some sort of feral as I pressed down on the accelerator. My joy ride was cut short however by the green information sign directing traffic looking for the university to the next right at the intersection. My speed and music volume quickly dropped as I started running into other motorists. My car pulling into the school parking lot nonchalantly like I wasn't just driving like a bat out of hell.
Luckily for me for whatever reason the parking lot was significantly less crowded on Tuesday mornings. Allowing me to park significantly closer to the building that I usually would at this hour. It was sort of a surreal experience, usually everything is flying by in my mad sprint to the interior doors that I seldom take the time to experience the admittedly very nice campus. It was really something more you'd expect of a community college campus in some ways. The buildings were generally small, only containing a couple of classrooms each save for the main hall, coincidentally also the newest building. Apart from the main hall though most of the buildings were built in the gaps between the pine trees and rocky hills in a sort of winding snaking pattern. The smaller buildings all had the sort of archaic 50s look. Build from concrete and with minimal opens in the sides to barely accommodate the spare window. Luckily almost all of my classes took place in the new work skills and technology building. Typical of a lot of the new buildings in this area it had a lot of the brushed aluminum and steel pillars coupled with generous amounts of glass paneling to ensure that the room has almost no need to actual lighting during the day. It certainly helped keep the hallways from feeling enclosed, which I certainly appreciated.
It was also at least encouraging that there was still a variety of furs scrambling through the halls to get to their classes on time, it at least meant that I still probably had a little wiggle room showing up to my class. The moment I turned the steel door latch and opened the door my hope was quickly stamped on. Every feline, canine, ursine and every other verity of fur in my class turned their gaze onto me. My ear's quickly drooped down from their usually upright position and my muzzle curled into an automatic cringe. The goat at the front of the class quickly shot a glare in my direction in the middle of drawing a basic model of the brain. I had been standing there for what felt like minutes before the goat took the stylus out of his hand and placed his hand on his hips.
"Well, are you going to stand there like an idiot Mr. Williams or are you going to take your seat?" His voice stung like a whip. The tone hoarse and not welcoming, understandably so I guess. He didn't have to ask twice, I padded my way across towards where Lexie was giving me a pitiful look. "It's not like your attendance grade hasn't already been beaten into the ground." I could faintly hear my professor grumble as I passed his desk.
"One of these days he is just going to shoot you for showing up late. I can't feel it." Lexie was seated at the back of the lecture hall, in what looked like one of josh's hoodies (It was WAY too big to be hers) and a simple black beanie. She was obviously pretty hung over. Her posture seemed hunched and lazy, her clothes seemed slapped on and, most importantly, she wore a pair of red heart sunglasses to cover her gross hung over girl eyes.
"I'm counting the days." My throttle rumbled with a chuckle as I walked over and pulled the chair out next to the lynx. "You look like you had a fun night, where's Josh?"
"He made a bet that he could go shot for shot with me and win. He lost, and is now accepting the consequences of his decision." Despite her extremely drowsy hung over look she managed a cheeky grin. I couldn't help but shake my head and chuckle in amusement at her childish demeanor.
"So, what your saying is. You left your friend, possibly your BEST friend right now puking his guts out with a gnarly headache." She lifted her glasses up, turning to look at me in the eyes with her own now partially dilated brown eyes.
"Straight up. I had to get to my morning classes man. Unlike his lazy ass I put some effort into my school work. Besides, after this I have a couple hours of break, ill crash then and potentially check up on him."
"All the power to ya."
"HEY! Please stop disrupting my class or ill ask you to leave again." I cringed and looked over at the elderly goat waving his pointing stick at me before going back hesitantly to face his board again. I looked over to see Lexie flash me another pitiful look before jotting down the last few notes of the slide being shown. My hand instinctively went over to support my head as I slouched over the table and prepared myself to endure my psyche class.
When the class ended it felt as if the old goat at the front of the class had actually drained my youth and energy from me. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if there was now a couple grey hairs on my muzzle. By the time he officially let the class out I could barely pack my bag fast enough, my blue psych binder being thrust into my bag haphazardly as I followed Lexie out the door and threw the bag over my right shoulder. I tried to ignore the glare from my teacher but couldn't stop myself but giving him a meek smile before quickly walking out the classroom door.
As I exited out into the halls I found myself swarmed in a crowd of various people all seeking to either go home or head to their next class. In the confusion I sort of lost track of my feline friend. Her form disappearing quickly in between a crowd of tall furs from the hockey team. I contemplated chasing after her to see if I could buy her a coffee or something but decided against it, she seemed like she needed rest. I shook the thought from my head and let out a exhausted sigh before walking out into the hallway as well, realizing that I was blocking the doorway with my large frame. Most of the time getting through the hallway was pretty hard, but strangely today it seemed like it was pretty easy. Honestly it was probably because most furs don't want to get into the way of a tall canine with a serve case of resting bitch face going on.
The rest of my classes went by pretty quickly. I was a little disappointed that I didn't take any notes, but it was also just sort of one of those days. By the time I walked out of the front doors of my school it was already starting to get darker out. The sun beginning it's journey onto the horizon. The plus side of all of this being that at this point the only car in the parking lot right now was my black Audi and some random Honda of some sort. As I padded over to the doors I noticed that I had actually forgotten to lock the doors. Much to my relief it did really look like anyone messed with it and after a few minutes of inspection I threw my backpack on the back seat contently. With a loose paw grasp on my key I stuck it into the ignition. My ears perking forward naturally as the v8 turned over and roared to life. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and connected the aux cord, shuffling through music choices as I waited for my engine to warm up a little. By the time the temperature gauge had started to reach the middle I'd eventually decided on a new song by Khalid called "Talk". As I started to pull out of the lot one of my eyebrows raised as the song started off slow, the melody slowly building. By the time the guys voice started to come out of speakers though I could help but turn the volume knob just the littlest bit higher. As I cruised down the road though, moving past the fast food places on the outskirts of campus I eventually started humming. By the time I was at the stoplight I was signing my heart out along with the song.
"I never felt like this before, I apologize if we're moving too far. Can we just talk? Can we just talk? and Figure out where we're going."
I had to admit, I certainly got a little bit of my mom's voice. The strong voice box at least. Of course, it was a lot more baritone. I was nowhere near where the guy on the song was though, but it was a solid effort. I completely ignored the strange look from the mongoose crossing across the intersection on his bike. I was too lost in my own world and the lyrics of the song. I was taken back to the road by the lights change in color from red to a sort of faint green. As I let the clutch out and turned onto the main highway through the town I continued to sing the lyrics of the song until the sound began to slowly fade away. Before I could lose track of the song on the cluster fuck that was my Spawtify account I quickly made a right turn into the parking lot of a starpugs. Opening up the artist profile and adding a couple of his albums to my playlists. Despite the fact most of the day was pretty...Meh, this moment actually managed to put a small grin across my muzzle. It also gave me a nice excuse to stop for a drink. With a couple seconds of inner debate with myself I finally pulled into one of the parking spaces and made my way into the coffee shop.
It was pretty typical of most chain cafes honestly. Clean, but grey. Both literally and metaphorically. Probably unsurprisingly it wasn't exactly the most popular place in town right now, being that it was likely getting about time to close up shop. There was a handful of stragglers though. Over by the bar stools looking out the window a squirrel was on her laptop, furiously typing out something. At one of the tables in the center of the room a weasel was browsing on his phone, sipping a coffee. Finally, as I walked up to the counter there looked to be a single barista, wiping down the surfaces around the various machines and small fridges. From the back she seemed to be distinctly feline, feminine with a variety of complex dark stripes running down her arms with tannish fur in between. Unfortunately for me she seemed to have her headphones blasting in her ears, her tail whipping around every once in a while, in time with the mystery music.
"A-hem." I started out with a light tone, trying not to incorporate my naturally deep tone into my voice. After it was clear that hadn't done the trick though. I increased the volume a little, my gruff attitude starting to rear it's head at this point.
" 'Scuse me miss." Nothing. Not even an ear twitch in my direction. Worse even, she was now staring to mouth along with the song. If I didn't do something to stop this madness soon. I might permanently be denied the smoothie that I was craving. With an eye roll and a deep sigh, I finally let my voice sink to its natural and neutral tone.
"Pardon me mis-" that one did the trick. Her ear's shot backwards as she reeled around to face me. A wide-eyed expression on her visage. Her hands quickly moved to remove the devices from her ears, being shoved in her pocket with equal haste.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorr- oh! Hey!" I gotta admit it was my turn to be caught off guard. My ear's stood straight up on my head, my eyes unfortunately widening to the point I probably looked like this small feline just jumped out at me. It took a conscious effort to do it, but eventually I did manage to put my brooding and mysterious man mask back on. "Yikes. Didn't know you were that easy to scare Tan man." I looked back down at the barista to see a vaguely familiar face. She had practically super model-estque facial features. Blending almost effortlessly into her unique fur markings. Furthermore, I knew this feline. Though she was now sporting a simple bob to hold her medium length head fur instead of her usual designer beanie.
"You didn't scare me, it's just the sudden change in volume hurt my ears." I lied. By the look of it she was unconvinced, but smiled all the same.
"Sureeeee." She put the rag that was in her grasp to the side and pressed the touch screen in front of her. "So cutie. What can I get for you?" Her demeanor seemed to relax pretty quickly at least. The flirtatious attitude might be distracting to some, but I knew it was meant jokingly. Her hand quickly going to rest on her hip as her posture relaxed.
"Oh uh..." I peered up at the illuminated menu above me. Perhaps for longer than I would like to have. For whatever reason not having my order already figured out before I walk up to the counter gives me anxiety. In a panic move I blurted out the first thing (And also what I almost always order) that came to mind. "Yeah, can I just get a strawberry banana smoothie?"
"Uh, basic much? Tell you what doggie. Imma make you a drink I'll think you'll like. If you don't it's on me....Deal?" I had to admit that the sudden shift in dynamic in our interaction brought a slight slime to my face. Her attitude was pretty much on par with how I remember her acting too, kind of refreshingly nonchalant in my opinion.
"Yeah, uh, sounds good to me." I managed to find time to give another smile while stumbling through my words.
"Dope. Well it'll take me a few minutes. So if you want to keep standing there, be my guest. But most people take a seat at the couches." She gestured to a pair of comfortable looking brown leather couches situated near the window. Luckily, the café was now starting to be lacking in people. A couple of the animals looking as if they had left during the course of my conversation.
"Uh, right." I gave another curt smile before sauntering over to the admittedly comfortable looking seating area. True to the appearance when I gently lowered myself into the cushions I almost sank into the cool surface. The packing of the seating practically wrapping itself around my back as I did so. Gazing around the decorations of the room became old fairly quickly. Typical of a lot of starpugs it had framed pictures of coffee beans, literally like, all over the place. As a bit of amateur photographer myself I could at least appreciate the quality of the photo. At the same time though, they all looked like the same pile of coffee beans. Fortunately for me I lived in the 21stcentury, and I had a smartphone. When I fished the flat device out of my pocket in a pretty unflattering display I was surprised to see that I had 3 missed messages. The first one was actually from my dad.
Papst X_X
Tanner, this is your father. I'm texting to tell you that I'm going to be coming home at the end of the month for most of the summer. I want the house clean. Gutters cleared. Grass cut, and the cobra cleaned as payment to me for letting you stay in my house for free. Clear?
Of course, he would be coming back right when I was about to get out for summer. It was pretty typical of him to be out of my life when I actually needed a dad and here just long enough to impede my fun.
Yeah, clear. Love you too dad.
I almost regretted sending the last part immediately. The last thing I wanted to do was read a paragraph long text about respect and all that he provided for me.
Papst X_X
I care about you.
Well at least it was simple. Cryptic, but that's about as close as he get's to showing any feeling of affection. So I guess I should count myself lucky. No other texts came, likely because he became busy or something along those lines. Gave me time at least to check on the two texts that Tor had sent.
Tor(Hector)
Hey husky butt! I think I just saw your car drive out of the lot not too long ago. Sorry I didn't say hi or anything. We we're doing some exercises on the field.
The next text came about 5 minutes after according to the time stamp.
Tor(Hector)
I just got out of practice. You wanna grab some take out or something? If you're not too far out of town?
I felt kind of sad that I'd missed the text. I would have loved some panda express or something right about now. Coffee didn't exactly help with an empty stomach as much as some chow mien.
Sorry tor. I was driving x_x. I'm actually at the starpugs over on 68 though, if you wanted to meet up.
His response was pretty quick, per the usual. The three dots coming up shortly after I'd sent my own message.
Tor(Hector)
Shoot dang, wish you would have texted back like 2 minutes earlier. I'm actually on my way over to the bar with Trav and a couple of the guys. You could totally come join us if you wanted to.
Spending time with Tor sounded pretty nice right now, but at the same time the energy necessary for interacting with people had slowly been drained from me throughout the day.
That's alright Tor. I'm feeling like I kind of like I need to chill for a while after this day tbh. But tor, I don't really feel super comfortable about you driving home. You want me to pick you up after?
A tinge of anxiety started to build in my gut. I would like to hope that he wouldn't be the type of guy to drive inebriated. But then again, I didn't really know.
Tor(Hector)
I won't be. It's the bar right down the street from student housing. On North 5thstreet.....I'm glad that you care though. ?.
Tor(Hector)
Why don't you just swing by? Maybe you could stay over? Idk.
The prospect of staying over at his house sent my heart fluttering. My usually so calm and regulated heart beat feeling like it just skipped a beat for a hot minute. We'd been "Close friends" for like, a month now. A part of me was a little reluctant to make that far of a step. Another part of me though knew that a lot of people have slept together by this time. Hell, some people fuck on their first night, first hours of knowing a person. Why was this so difficult for me then? I went back and fourth multiple times on what I should respond. I contemplated pulling the headache excuse out of my ass for a short time, even typing it out. Eventually though, I decided to be straight up.
Tor, I want to. I want to stay over. I'm just....a little frightened about it I guess. And it's just hanging out with your friends and everything. It's a lot after the day today. Plus we just had that talk about the speed of everything. I'm just a little torn over it I guess.
I immediately felt like I'd made a mistake a couple seconds after I sent it. I should have just said that I would. I should have just said I'd go drink with him. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the word "Read" under my message and the complete lack of the 3 dot's which indicated a response. After the time we've spent together, I really didn't want this...Me to be the reason that I ruined the first relationship that made me feel like I could be happy. I didn't have too much more time to dread on it though. The subtle sound of shoes on the hard flooring of the café causing my large canine ears to perk up and take my attention away from my phone.
"Alrighty, here we go." I turned to see Ange standing at my side, green drink in paw. Normally I wouldn't be unsettled by the color, but her mischievous smile caused me to raise an eyebrow inquisitively. "Psh, don't give me that look. Its good!"
"Well...What is it?" I reluctantly reached out a paw, taking the cold grass colored beverage in my own paw. Still eyeing the blended drink suspiciously.
"It's a blended Macha frap." She watched me eye the drink from multiple different angles before rolling her large opal eyes. Her tone now carrying a all too noticeable layer of sarcasm. "You going to take a drink or you just building dramatic effect? Because the suspense is killing me."
Under most circumstances I'd probably flash an un-amused frown ( The sometimes humorless attitude courtesy of being raised by my dad). This time though I gave the small ocelot a warm smile, and a genuine chuckle. "You're so mean to me." I figured I should probably just drink it, I mean 90% of the stuff on the starpugs menu has enough sugar to revive someone's heart from the surge of energy. So it's will at least be addictive. With a little more reluctance, I took the small pink straw into my muzzle.
"Not mean, just honest. And don't flatter yourself, I'm like this way with everyone." She took a few more steps forward and took a seat on the arm rest of the couch. Leaning slightly against the back cushion. "So? How is it?"
I hated to admit it, but I actually really liked how it tasted. It was sweet, yeah. It also had a certain tanginess, and an earthiness to it that gave the false impression that I was in some way healthy for you. Most of all though, it was strangely refreshing. "It's...Actually super good. You made a really good choice." Wasn't easy for me to admit it, but I think I always knew that trying to argue against this ocelot was an ill-advised decision.
"I guess you owe me 5 bucks then." She held her paw out and gave me a wink.
"Guess I do." I reached my into my pocket, fished out my crappy leather wallet and put 6 one dollar bills into the ocelots waiting paws.
"What's the extra dollar for?"
"Tip" It was said pretty humorlessly but I figure the small grin it was accompanied by was plenty friendly.
"How generous of you." She held the dollar closer to her chest and fluttered her eyelashes in a comedic display. "Anyway, it's been really great and normally I wouldn't kick customers out. It'd be really cool if you could like, leave though. I need to lock up. Just saying. It's been fun though tan man. Don't be a stranger next time you're around" She offered me a pat on the shoulder. The couch creaking as her weight suddenly left it, her figure soon going reappearing behind the counter. I figured it was probably about time I got going anyway, the sun now barely visible on the horizon outside.
On my way out of the café I gave a small nod to the feline behind the counter, earning a wave from her as I pushed the glass doors away from myself and stepped out onto the cold concrete sidewalk. My car, right where I left it. I looked up at the orange sky, the clouds that had rolled in like hitchhikers with the wind reflecting the fading light in a...really pretty artistic way. My heavy chest deflated some as I let out a long sigh. The familiar feeling in the pit my stomach move slowly up my body, my heart's beat speeding up gradually. Like a turbo charged car right before the turbo kicks in. The gentle buzz of my phone telling me of a new message. With another large breath, in the nose, out the mouth. I lifted the phone into view.
Tor (Hector)
I understand Tanner. I just. I don't want to feel like I'm guilting you into anything . It's just been a rough day and.....I think I need to see you right now. Nothing needs to happen, please don't every feel like you need to please me. I just think I need to talk to you. I....I have a lot of baggage that I carry around sometimes and when your around, I feel like I can let someone else help me with if for a while....So, even if it's for a little bit. Could we go on a drive or something? I know we are gonna see each other this Thursday and call me selfish. But I don't want to wait a day.
Well fuck, now my eyes are watering. I know he really didn't mean to make me feel emotional, obviously he was a little tipsy at least if he was being this straight up. I appreciated it though. God, I'd spent all this time just...Living in my own world, my own mind. Thinking so much about what I was feeling....How could you not even think about what he was feeling?
Fuck tor, this. I wish you would have told me earlier. Of course I can come by. Just, give me a couple minutes to get some stuff from my house, then ill pick you up from the bar ok?
His response was quick again, hopefully that was a good sign.
Tor (Hector)
Thanks tanner, I'm really looking forward to seeing you. ?
Welp. Guess that's that. I quickly padded over to my car, fishing the keys out of my pocket and diving into the driver seat. The engine turned over smoothly, starting right up as it usually does. The music coming on as well as the Bluetooth automatically connected with my phone's music playlist.
"I'm sorry Ms. Jackson! Oooooooo I am for reallll!"
A smile crossing my muzzle, kind of a convenient coincidence that one of my favorite songs would be playing right off the bat. I turned the music knob up a little more as I pulled out of the small parking lot and out onto the highway towards my house.