It's a match! - A first dates lander au! (Tmf)

"Are you sure they prefer red to white?"
"Yes Luke"
"And - and this is fine to wear?"
"Yes Luke"
"But your wearing a jumper- should I be wearing a jumper-"

So many questions, it's all I've heard all morning:

What shirt Zan ? Should I get flowers or does it look like I'm excluding your step dad then Zan? Are you sure I should wear my glasses Zan? I never ussally wear them, I don't want to look fake. I love my boyfriend dearly. But my god he was a nervous wreck this morning , and it was testing my patience. I've been good though, replying to him with calm, collected answers that would have Haley fainting at how out of character it is.
"Luke" i sigh, grabbing my beautiful boyfriend's shoulders and giving them a squeeze of reassurance. "Honey, I love you so much, and I get you are nervous  but if you ask me one more question I WILL take the train because my head is about to explode"
He stares at me, blinking for a moment before backing up* "okay- sorry- sorry, I'm just nervous" he sighs, scrubbing his face.
That makes me sad, I still have no clue what he has to be scared about. It's proven my theory that there's things he hasn't told me yet, but I haven't probed. He's overly nervous, too nervous for this to be normal or unprovoked. But Luke is a tough nut to crack, and I respect him immensely so I'm just letting him decide when he opens up about this weird familial aspect of his life.
"It's okay sweetie.." *I give his cheek a kiss. "It's not your fault you're nervous, just...I don't have good patience at all...and I don't want to snap at you." In response, he nods and leans his head on mine. "I get it, and you've been very patient with me.." he says softly, fiddling with the cuffs of his overshirt, he looks like he's about to say something, before he decides against it and just nods and looks up with a smile. "We're going seperate to Haley and Jake?" He confirms as he grabs his keys to his car, to which I nod. "Yeah hon" I smile softly Grabbing my bag. He almost said it then, I wonder what stopped him...
"That's good..I don't want to bother them with my questions— i feel bad enough bothering you" he says, sounding guilty and stressed and not like my Luke at all. I sit on my bed as I watch him pace up and down my bed. He looks like a polar bear in a four walled zoo, bless him. I don't want him to shut down, so I decide I need some damage control before we get into the car, that damage control is comfort and cuddles.
"Luke...come here" I pat my bed. He hesitates before sighing and coming over. I stroke his hair and kiss his head. "Calm down hun...you are gonna make yourself sick"
He nods, meaning he's already feeling sick. Which isn't promising at all. "You don't have to get this stressed, I promise, they're lovley, were you this stressed meeting the band?" I ask worried, to which he shakes his head. "No, I was for your sister though." He sighs, scrubbing under his glasses again. Strange, Haley has never scared or intimidated anyone...
"Yeah? Well one good  thing about my friends is that when you've met them, you've already got one family member down, just mom , step dad and little gremlin of a sister to go" i  shake his tense shoulder softly
"I guess...and she likes me..I think" he says, staring at the floor.
I nod, rubbing his back, before he fishes out the keys in his pocket for the car. And I reassure him by saying :
"Jake and hales have already set off, they started going when you were making your way back from the shop— and before you worry, we aren't late, they are just early" i diffuse before he can start worrying about being punctual.

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The drive to my parents house is about an hour and a half away from the uni I'm at, a bit less where Haley's based, but sue me for not wanting to go to a university who's English language course was described as 'subpar' compared to the others. Despite this , there isn't much in the drive. I let Luke drive. As if he's not occupied with something to do, he'll overthink and possibly shut down Even though I'd love him to relax and sleep in the car on the way but That's not really an option we have right now. I glance over at him, he's quiet . Ussally he's talking my head off about some sort of thing by now. He has a wandering grip on the wheel constantly shifting where his hands are , a nervous habbit, and a hand on the gear stick keeps messing: Tapping the top, tracing the numbers, drumming a pattern onto it. He's not even finding peace in music, I've been deliberately trying to put on songs I know he likes to get him to bop his head or tell me a useless fact about them, but he has barley even reacted and it's the fourth Fleetwood Mac song I've put on, and we've already had 2 Alice in chains songs on. Eventually, I decided to just ask:
"You okay?" , glancing over as I put 'second hand news' on low volume so I can have all my attention in him.
"Me?" He asks, his eyes darting towards me. "I'm fine Alex, just nervous- really nervous" he sighs, changing lanes like the satnav says.
"Luke...why? I've told you you'll be okay" I sigh unable to keep repeating the same thing over and over like a broken record. "I can't tell you enough how much they'll like you, promise"
"I'm sorry but I won't believe not till I'm there" he says, furrowing his brows.
"Well you aren't gonna make a good impression of you come in looking like you took speed  or bloody molly before you came!" I scoff in reply, my mind  finally starting the egg timer of 'Zanders patienc' in my head. Mimicking my previous comment, I hold out an overly shaky hand and widen my eyes* "hey! I'm Luke! I'm buzzed!" I say , mocking his voice , making it more rushed to mimic the speediness of it.