Little Dragon

Chapter 4

Oof, shorter chapter. Most of this was already written, but was just sitting here. Honestly I didn't think anyone really read this, so thank you!

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Tony has a blue pick up truck, and I can't help but make a joke to myself about how he's picking me up in a pickup.

"Hey," he says as I climb into the passenger seat, firmly gripping cloud fighter in my lap.

"Hi," I say, my voice small, and my eyes out the window. I can't believe I'm going to the football game.

"You okay?" He asks, and my eyes snap to him.

"What? Yeah, of course!" I say loudly, not wanting him to think I'm upset about this at all.

"Alright, you seem a little on edge," he observes, and I feel my face burn.

"Oh, u-um, I'm kinda nervous. I don't get out much," I give an awkward little laugh, and cringe at myself.

"You'll be alright, I'm here with you!" Is he... flirting with me?

I nod, and look down to Cloud fighter, making him do a little nod to which I smile at.

"What does he say?" Tony asks, and I look to him curiously. "Your dinosaur, what does he say?"

My face burns as I stutter through my words, "oh! Uh, nothing!"

"Really?" He asks skeptically.

"Yup!" I say frantically. No way in hell am I going to tell him.

"What's his name?" He asks, and I feel myself slip just a little bit.

"Cloud fighter!" I say, and move his arms around.

Realizing what I had just done, I hug him to my chest tightly, scolding myself. I deflate as I realize he would never want to date me. He probably just wants to be friends.

"What's up, bud? Something wrong?" He asks and I sit up a little bit. Bud?

"No, nothing's wrong," I say with a bright smile.

"If you say so," he says, then "so how come your Snapchat name is Lil Ollie, but you introduced yourself as Oliver?" He asks, and I cringe.

"Oh! Um, it's just a nickname that my friend uses sometimes. I don't really like people calling me that though," I reply nervously.

"Then why is it your Snapchat name?" He asks, giving a small smirk.

"Oh, um I don't actually know-"

"You don't have to lie to me Ollie, I know you're an age regressor," he interrupts me, and I stop breathing.

"How...?" I ask, anxiety ripping through me.

"When you introduced yourself at GSA?" He questions. Right.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," I say, breathless. Why did I tell everyone that?

"I noticed," he says, and I look out the window again to see the school. Thank God this ride is almost over.

"So," he starts, "do you have a significant other?" He asks and my heart starts beating faster than ever. He's definitely flirting with me now.

"Um no," I say, and cover my smile with cloud fighter.

He parks and we start heading towards the stadium.

I start to tense up at the sight of the crowd in front of the stadium.

"You okay?" Tony asks from beside me, and I shake my head.

"I don't really do well with crowds," I explain softly, and he has in understanding.

"I won't let anything happen," he states, and my face goes bright red once again.

"Um, thanks," I say nervously.

"Of course."

We walk in silence but as we reach the crowd, I feel an impulse to hold on to Tony's sleeve out of anxiety.

"Um, Tony?"

"What's up buttercup?" He replies, making me stutter more.

"U-um could I...?"

"Could you what, use your words buddy," he encourages, looking me right in the eye.

"Hold onto your sleeve?" I ask it quietly, embarrassed.

"Sure you can."

I grab onto his sleeve immediately and hold on tightly. Why did I agree? I'm led to an empty area in the stands, and sit down, still really tense.

"I'm gonna go get us some snacks, alright?"

"No!" He looks at me curiously, with an eyebrow raised.

"What was that?"

"Um, I mean..." I stutter, but I have a smile on my face. I love that look, and how stern he said it. "Please don't go?"

"That's better. I won't leave."

I look up at him with wide eyes and ask "ever?"

"Ever."

I smile a bit, and look out at the field where the football players are warming up. I wonder why anyone would want to do that? Having a whole crowd just... Watching you exercise.

"What are ya thinking about?" Tony asks, and I jump slightly at his voice. Right. I'm not alone.

"Nothing much" I say quietly. "Just wondering why anyone would want to be on the football team."

"Well, some people love it. It can get the adrenaline pumping, especially when people are watching" I scrunch up my nose.

"That doesn't sound fun at all."

Tony laughs a bit "that's in your opinion, Ollie." I look up at him at the name. Would he prefer it if I was in little space? I am more outgoing in it...

"Hey, Tony?" I ask.

"What's up, bud?"

"Um... Do you want me in.. Um.. Little space?" Im nervous for the answer. What if its yes? But if its no I can't regress in front of him. I just set myself up for failure.

"I don't mind either way, you should do what makes you comfortable."

"That doesn't answer anything for me! I need to know which way I should act in front of you!" I yell, then realizing what I had done, blush furiously. Great. I ruined everything.

"Well for starters, act like your self. And secondly, don't yell." He tells me and I get even more flustered. Why do I feel like this?

"Okay."

"I'm getting hungry, so let's go get something to eat," he stands, reaching out his hand to me. I take it to get up myself, but he doesn't let go after helping me.

"Tony?" I question.

"You'll get nervous in the crowd. This way we won't lose each other."

He is so smooth, and all I can do is clutch cloudfighter in my free hand while my face burns. Why am I like this? I need to put myself together. Act cool.

As we walk down the medal stairs, I feel as though we're being watched. We're holding hands. We're both guys. It looks like we're a gay couple. Yeah, I'd like to be in a relationship with him, but it feels as though we could get stopped at any moment.

I love closer to him and keep my head down. I wish I had just stayed put, then I wouldn't feel this way. I squeeze his hand subconsciously.

"Hey," he whispers in my ear, and I jump a little. "Your okay."

I nod my head, comforted, but still anxious out of my mind.