***DYLAN'S POV***
Once we teleported back to my apartment, we began planning.
***
We were currently in the living room sitting across from each other.
"Okay, so repeat the plan I need to make sure you didn't add any unnecessary shit to it," I said crossing my arms in front of me.
"So first we—well you—go to the shop and talk to the guy as many times needed until he confesses and gives you something, then you reject him...and then I walk in and tell him I'm your boyfriend and laugh at his face!" I slapped him in the face for adding the last part.
"No, you don't walk in at all, got it?" I said gritting my teeth.
"Fine, fine," he rubbed his cheek and pouted.
"Good."
"But what if he touches you? I won't allow that! I mean, you're mine! No one gets to touch what is—"
I slapped him again cutting him off, "I am not a possession you idiot," I closed my eyes and took a breath trying to calm down.
"Ouch! I know, but you get what I mean!" He said holding his face in pain.
He acts all possessive yet he didn't fucking ask me out.
"He won't touch me okay?" I said getting up.
"He better not or else..." He whispered, but I chose to ignore it.
***
"Okay, so we're here! I'm not pissed, I'm totally fine with this! Everything's great!" Cupid slowly began losing what was left of his sanity, sadly much was already gone from all the times he'd hit his head.
"Relax, all I gotta do is talk and reject him," I reassured him.
"Yeah! Sure! Easy! I have a bad fucking feeling about this," he looked crazy as fuck.
"Calm the fuck down I won't let him do anything, trust me," I walked in with Cupid following behind.
"So where is this fucker?"
"God damn it Cupid, you don't need to be so harsh," I whispered.
"Oh, hey you!"
Oh shit, here I go.
I turned around and saw the brunet.
"Hey...stranger..." I awkwardly said walking up to him.
"So, you finally had the guts to come buy what you wanted?" He asked.
"Yeah, I also came to apologize for yesterday..."
This couldn't get any more awkward.
"Oh, it's okay! But if you really want to apologize, then how about joining me for a coffee, I just got off my shift," he offered.
By this point Cupid was flicking him off and yelling curse words at him, the poor guy couldn't even see nor hear what was being done and said to him.
"Sure, I don't see why not," I agreed not really wanting to.
"Dylan I am about to fucking kill him I swear to god..."
I ignored Cupid as we walked to the coffee shop.
***
Once in the coffee shop we got some drinks and sat down.
Cupid was angrily shooting arrows at people glancing over at us every five seconds.
"So, to start off, my name is Andrew Pending, what's your name?" The brunet said holding his hand out for a handshake.
"Don't you fucking dare Dylan, you told me to trust you and I do," Cupid looked over with a pained expression.
Is he okay? Damn it I can't even go over to him and tell him I'd never lie to him. I just want to be with him, not this guy.
"Hello? Are you there?" Andrew waved his hand to get my attention.
I turned to look at him.
"Sorry, I was thinking about something else, what did you ask?"
"I asked what your name was," he laughed.
"Oh, my name's Dylan."
He doesn't need to know what my full name is.
"Andrew," he said holding out his hand again.
I stared at it knowing I couldn't touch it because I did tell Cupid I would make no physical contact with this guy.
"Sorry, Andrew, but I don't really do handshakes I'm kind of a germ freak," I lied.
"Oh, that's okay," he looked somewhat disappointed, but I gave no fucks because my mind was on somebody else.
***
After about an hour of pointless talking we finally parted ways, sadly he asked for my number so I guess we'll meet again.
Once Cupid and I turned the corner he was able to make himself visible to everyone.
"I hated that," he whispered grumpily.
"If it makes you feel any better, I did too," I felt so worn out and sick of this day.
"Don't worry, I think he'll confess really soon, I can feel it," Cupid reassured me as he grabbed my hand.
I blushed and yanked my hand away, "What do you think you're doing? We're in public!"
"Oh, come on Dylan, I know you hate it when I show affection to you in public, but don't you understand the feeling of having the best thing in the world and wanting to show it off?" he shamelessly asked.
My face turned a darker shade of red, "W-I-No I don't like showing things off to people because then they want to take it from me," I looked away to hide my face.
"And you call me possessive," he took my hand again and I let him since there really wasn't anyone around.
I'm I the possessive one? No, impossible.
***
When we made it to the apartment we were exhausted so we went straight to sleep, I let Cupid sleep with me because he was really comfortable to sleep with, but I didn't tell him that.
***
BUZZ BUZZ, BUZZ BUZZ.
"Ugh, Dylan pick up the goddamn phone, it's been buzzing for a while now," Cupid complained as he turned around.
Who the fuck ruined the best sleep I've had in ages?
I Checked my phone.
5 new messages from Andrew
Of course, it's this annoying guy.
I clicked on the messaging app and looked at what he sent.
Andrew:
Hey, sorry if I woke you.
I need to talk to you tomorrow if possible.
Preferably early since it's important.
Again, sorry if I woke you.
Text me back when you can.
I muted my phone and turned it off.
Hopefully tomorrow he confesses and I don't need to have another nuisance in my life other than Cupid ever again.
After putting my phone on the nightstand I tried to get comfortable again and succeeded in falling into a deep slumber thanks to Cupid embracing me.