Turning Tables (BoyxBoy)

This chapter is dedicated to@H34RTHURT who's such a sweetheart. Hope you like it ;)

Handsome Ryan (IKR, too bad he's a douchebag)  -> 

Dan's POV

            My hands start getting clammy as I walk out of Ash and Clayton's apartment building. I cast my eyes around the parking lot, trying to locate Ryan's car. Fifth Harmony's Sledgehammer starts playing in my head when I finally spot his car. Sometimes I think my life is actually a movie and when a song starts playing in my head, it's actually the movie's soundtrack.

            I know. I have an overactive imagination.

            My feet feel like jelly when I walk to the familiar Wrangler. I have no idea how I'm able to continue walking and not having a seizure right in the middle of the parking lot since I'm as nervous as Hermione Granger before having OWL test. When I finally open the passenger door, my hands are already covered with sweat.

            I take a peek into the car and see that Ryan is fiddling with his phone. He turns his head and gives me his famous dazzling smile that can make any girls and carriers swoon.

            "Hi. Ready to go?"

            One question from him gives me thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I give him a little nod, too shy to even utter a word. He looks at me expectantly, and I look back at him, wondering why he is looking at me like that.

            "The first step is to get your beautiful self into my car, babe." He chuckles as I scramble into the car hastily and try to hide my fiery blush.

            "Where are we going?" My voice sounds like a squeaky rubber duck when I ask him a question. Ugh. Why can't I have sweet, velvety voice or sexy, husky voice? Why do I have to sound like a rubber duck stuck in bathtub drain?

            "It's a surprise. But we need to go to the pet's store first. I need to buy my dog's food."

            "You have a dog?" I ask excitedly, "I love dogs, especially huskies! I always want to have one, but sadly one of my brothers is allergic to them." If only I didn't love Brock so much, I'd kick his ass out of the house so I can have a dog. When I get married and have my own house, I'll get myself a husky.

            "Yeah? You have to meet my dog then. He's the best dog ever."

            I'm bubbling with excitements at the prospect of meeting his dog. People might think that Ryan just asked me to meet his parents or something if they see me now.

            Ryan stops at nearby pet store and go inside to buy the things that I need while I wait in the car. With nothing to do, I look around the car and try to observe every small things in there. People say that the condition of a guy's car describes his personality. I notice his care is clean and well-taken care of. God, it's good to know that he's not like any other typical teenage boys whose car is dirtier than a dumpster. I make sure that I don't touch anything as I look around, afraid that I'll make Ryan angry again if I accidentally touch something. While I inspecting the immaculate hygiene in his car, Ryan's phone, which is plugged in to the car stereo, start flashing when it gets a new text. My eyes flicker to the phone's screen and see Mandy's name on it.

            My heart starts beating faster. Why is she texting him? What is her text about? I suddenly get insecure. Was Ryan texting her when I saw him fiddling with his phone? I sit quietly with my eyes transfixed at the dashboard.

            "Hey sorry it took so long," Ryan opens the door and gets into the car. He turns his head at me when I don't say anything in return, "are you alright?"