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After a moment of thought Zeke realized very quickly that yeah, that did seem like a good idea. After all, why not both? A small squeak came out of his mouth at the contact, however, surprised it didn’t take very long at all. After a moment he smiled, though, happy at Tyson’s touch.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect actually. Whatever movie’s fine with me, food too, as long as it doesn’t have onions. I hate onions.” Random thought of his head, but necessary considering his tastes hadn’t changed since he was a kid, bitter things had always made him want to vomit.

“But that does raise the question, who’s in charge of the popcorn? Weird thing to ask, I know, but I think it might be good to plan out, eh?” Damn, Zeke was not good at conversation, not in the slightest. Especially not in regards to relationships.

       The chuckle that fell past parted lips would hopefully assure the other he found it endearing, that over-excitable trait that Zeke seemed to have.         “Why not both? I can swing for movie tickets and you buy dinner?” he suggested, smiling at the other. He tried at least,  even if sometimes Zeke tried a little too hard.        “Oh and… relax. I’m not going to bite your hand or something you know?” he added, his hand reaching out and taking Zeke’s, shyly finger threading through the other’s. 

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“Well okay, you see, for one, you can’t really stand on your knees, more like sit, really, and two, no way I’d beg anyone for anything these days. You might wanna pull that stick outta your ass, strawberry.” Speaking of which, Zeke sat down on a nearby bench, mostly because his feet had been killing him all day. Hopefully his ‘company’ of sorts would calm down a bit, no reason to be so tense.

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“Me? Ask you to join my band? Are you kidding me?” The girl huffed, her arms folded in front of her body, her narrowed eyes focused on the guy. He was either incredibly arrogant or stupid if he thought she needed people like him in her band. “Have you even seen yourself? I wouldn’t let you become a member of my band even if you begged me, standing on your knees!”

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The black-haired boy’s eyes closed and quickly gave way to a sigh, realizing he’d somehow rushed right past his date for the day. It took him a second to work up the energy to turn around, all of it having been sucked out of him by that simple retort. His face had turned a bit red, among all the ghost-white normal tone of his skin, looking at Tyson with a sheepish grin.

“I uh...I guess I must’ve missed ya. Sorry about that, I guess I was just a tad too excited, huh?” Cue Zeke walking back over slowly, attempting to at least make a little space of time to stop the blush coming up on him, to no avail. Great, this was starting off well.

“I uh...I don’t exactly know, did you have anywhere in mind? Because if not we could always go see a movie or grab some lunch somewhere.”

      It was officially now or never but then he watched as the other ran past him, waited at the door and rang his doorbell, just what the —-?      “Zeke, how did you not notice I’m over here?” the voice held a bit of amusement, though a dusting of pink littered otherwise pale cheeks. “Sheesh you’re hopeless.” he stated, arms crossed over his chest.        “Anyway — Why would I have second thoughts… W-where we goin’?” he demanded, hoping to distract his  silly boyfriend.     

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“Y’know, if you’re gonna ask me to join some kinda band class, not exactly interested. I’ve got my guitar and I’ll stick to that, thank you.” He didn’t care if this girl was from the other side of the world, or the moon for that matter, pink hair? Not natural, and if his manga taught him anything, usually a sign of bad things to come. Though he was sure that wouldn’t be enough to deter her, never really was for anyone, really.

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Zeke couldn’t help but peek in the small peephole in the door to Tyson’s apartment, wondering what could have possibly caused this long of a wait, until he finally noticed that in his rush to see him, he’d forgotten to actually ring the doorbell. Uncharacteristically for him, to boot, he usually was a lot more careful than that.

With a small blush at the situation, the black-haired boy jammed his thumb into the doorbell socket, tilting back onto his ankles and whistling innocently as to who could have possibly rung the thing. He knew it wouldn’t exactly help, but the thought counted for something, right? Zeke wanted to make sure he didn’t screw anything up in this, after all.

“Oh please tell me I didn’t miss him...maybe he had second thoughts? I wouldn’t doubt it, that’s for sure...” Zeke bit his lip, his small bouts with paranoia coming back again, even if he hopefully knew better than to think Ty would just stand him up.

      If you asked him he’d say he’d thrown the first thing he saw on to wear, but he’d actually put thought into what he wore for  once… He didn’t want to disappoint the  other, not this early on —      Now Tyson waited outside his apartment,  waiting for him. Idiotidiotidiot. The flustered  male sighed.       Exactly how had Zeke gotten past his every  barrier anyway…? Not that it was a bad thing, it simply confused him. But now…? Now it was time for their very first date and Tyson wouldn’t deny how nervous he actually was.