Mr. Lone Boy /BoyxBoy/

||Twenty-three||

The wind blew hard in our direction, and I silently cursed myself for not bringing a heavier jacket along.

"Let's sit," Ian suggested.

I squinted against the wind. "Sure."

We sat at a random bench, and Ian began opening up the plastic bag.

"So I wasn't sure what you like...," he said, unraveling a blueberry muffin before setting it aside. "I got blueberry, chocolate chip, and a bagel."

I blinked. "I like all three, thanks."

He smiled. "Good."

"Which one would you like?" I asked, picking up the blueberry muffin.

"I got fruit salad."

I deadpanned. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"That's not breakfast!"

"Why not?"

"It's just fruits," I sputtered.

He chuckled. "So what?"

Peeved, I picked up the beagle and thrust it in his direction. "Have this."

He raised his eyebrows. "That's for you."

He pushed the beagle away.

I pushed it back in his direction. "I already had breakfast. Eat."

He shot me a teasing smile. "Or what?"

My cheeks stung, and I inched away from him a bit. "I won't hang out with you for the rest of the week."

Ian smirked. "You can't."

I rolled my eyes stubbornly. "Of course I can. What, you think I don't have any friends? Pshh, please I got-"

"I tutor you," he cut in.

If I wasn't in public I probably would have sacked my head against the pavement repeatedly.

Instead, I  settled for a mental face palm. "Right."

"Besides, you gave Dev a promise."

"You say that like I never broke a promise," I muttered, guilt lacing around my heart with a slightly painful tug.

Ian held my gaze curiously.

Then he picked up the beagle and took a bite.

I smiled triumphantly.

"Last night was fun," he said, his voice muffled from the food in his mouth.

I scrunched my nose in disgust. "You have food in your mouth."

He shrugged me off. "Let's do it again."

I shook my head. "Are you kidding? I don't think I can withstand hearing your voice again."

He faked hurt, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch, you hurt me."

"Why don't you write a sad song about it?"

"You just said I don't have a good enough voice," he frowned.

I pushed him by the shoulder. "Shut up."

He grinned. "So have you heard from him?"

"Who?"

"Dev, who else?"

"No, I haven't."

"Aren't you worried? It's been over a week."

I frowned. "What?"