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Despite my attempts to downplay the importance of my date with Colt, the reality terrified me. This was my one chance. From the very start, Colt had been searching for a reason to reject me, so if our date didn’t go well, I could kiss any hope of a romantic relationship between us goodbye.
I’d spent weeks observing Colt, delving into the intricacies of his life and preferences. With guidance from Remy, I’d meticulously planned a day I believed Colt would genuinely enjoy. Last night though, overcome with panic that I might disastrously fuck everything up, I desperately sought support from the team group chat.
Gray: Guys, I’m freaking out. Not sure how much Rem let spill but Im finaly taking Colt on a date tomorrow. What if he hates it?
Kingston: Did you drug him to get him to say yes? I thought that dude hated you…
Sean: Good for you bro! I thought we’d have to deal with your pining until graduation
Dylan: kingston Yeah he did. With that dick
Tarek: kingston Have you been living under a rock dude? Those two have been hanging out for months…
Sean: dylan No way. Our boy Gray is a gentleman. He wouldn’t put out until at least the third date
Kingston: seriously?! When did that happen?
Tarek: since like winter break, you idiot. Maybe if you looked up from between Jessica’s *cat emoji* once in a while, you’d notice that.
Jason: I don’t want to be a buzzkill here but I’m pretty sure Gray’s *eggplant emoji* would split that poor boy in half. We’ve all seen the size of that monster and it would absolutely reach his tonsils
Kingston: tarek not my fault my tongue is magical. You’re just jealous.
Gray: Really felling the love here guys…
Dylan: Sorry bro! You know we’re just giving you shit. Of course we love you
Gray: I no but can we please tease me after you talk me off the ledge?
Remy: Gray chill out. The date we planned is some Nicholas Sparks shit that would make even the biggest cynic swoon
Kingston: Dude, you have nothing to worry about. You’re the most lovable person I know!
Jason: Seriously man, if he agreed to go out with you then you’ve done something right. Anybody would be lucky to have you
Remy: Gray, we’ve all watched you for months and have never seen you this gone for someone. If Colton can’t see how much you care for him, then he’s an idiot
Tarek: If you need luck, I could bring over my lucky socks?
Sean: Ew. The fuck tarek? Those things haven’t been washed since freshman year.
Tarek: Yeah cause that would ruin their lucky powers. Duh
Kingston: Ignore the idiots Gray. We all love you and we know your boy will too! And if he doesn’t, I’ll ask Jess to come up with a “Colton is the worst” cheer
Tarek: says the one who didn’t even know they were living together
Kingston: They’re living together?! *mind blown emoji*
Tarek: *facepalm emoji*
I counted myself fortunate to be surrounded by such supportive friends. Following the obligatory ribbing from the team, they swiftly transitioned into offering suggestions for the date. They were also quick to veto my ideas when they teetered on the edge of ‘too damn much’.
Historically, the guys hadn’t invested much energy in my fleeting crushes, aware that my affections tended to shift like the wind. But Colt had always been the exception, ever since the moment he barged into my life like a snarky tornado. Although the guys gave me constant shit about my crush, beneath it all, their true desire to see me happy won out. They unanimously acknowledged that Colt was the one who had the power to bring me more happiness than anything else.
∞∞∞
The drive to our destination stretched ahead, another forty minutes of awkward silence looming. It struck me as odd because we never seemed to struggle for conversation at home. Perhaps the weight of the occasion had added an unexpected layer of pressure, casting a temporary shadow on our usual ease with each other. I focused on the road, aware of Colt’s periodic glances in my direction. It seemed like he wanted to initiate a conversation, but we were both stuck in the same quandary. I itched to say something, anything, to alleviate the palpable tension, but the fear of saying the wrong thing paralyzed me in a state of indecision.
