Margo scoffed as she remembered a similar accusation from Cy, "You know, maybe setting you two up wasn't such a great idea. You might have too much in common," she slammed the bathroom door to end the conversation.
Terry, feeling more like a stress ball than a pet, hopped off her owner's lap to eat what remained in her dog bowl. Amy wondered why Margo cared so much about her chastity problem. Part of her wanted to tell her roommate the root of her doubt but that was somehow harder than just trying to continue her stupid plan. Still another part of her wondered if just maybe Cyrus would say yes.
Then again maybe the problem could resolve itself
. Maybe he'd tell her she waited too long to get back to him. Amy figured she wasn't a girl worth waiting for anyways.
At least we'll still be friends.
Amy's phone went off. With a mere glance she read the message before the phone went back to sleep, "
Does 1 work for pick up?
" And with that Amy knew when to be ready tomorrow.
Cyrus loves Jake like a brother but he was not looking forward to having him return from the bathroom. Cyrus didn't know why it was a good idea to tell him he was still waiting on a response from Amy. Ever since he'd mentioned it 20 minutes earlier Jake had been giving him a list of reasons to just send another text to remind Amy.
Cyrus sat reclined in one half of a two seat sofa divided by an arm rest were his game controller laid. Lying on the top on the sofa cushion in Jake's place was his pet chameleon, Kinsey, who was often found on one of Jake's shoulders. She stared dully at Cyrus for no particular reason.
"How do you put up with that know-it-all 24/7? Especially about asking a girl out on another date. He's aromantic," Kinsey tilted her head slightly, "I'm glad you agree. He knows jack all about what it's like to date. It's like a thousand times more complicated than anything he'll ever understand about it just from reading his books. I mean, just because he knows Amy better than I do or is right most of the time or has a master's degree in psychology doesn't mean he actually understands what it's like to date. Right?" Kinsey continued to stare at Cyrus, "I mean, what he really doesn't get more than anything else has to be sex right? He's never cared about losing his virginity. Then again, even if he were into sex he still probably wouldn't understand my problem," even discussing his issue to a reptile still caused him to blush, "I know it's stupid but I still can't stop thinking about how she laughed when she saw me naked."
Ever since waking up alone on Saturday morning a moment from his time with Amy kept replaying over and over again in his mind. He recalled the humiliation of undressing in front of his old high school crush vividly. There she was, sitting like an angel in his bed with her legs concealing her body when his pants came down to reveal how much a man he really was (or wasn't). It went by so quickly but he remembered it like it lasted an hour. She clearly tried concealing a laugh as she dipped her face behind her knees to privately ridicule him. "It's weird. When I look back on it one half of me feels like shit," Cyrus felt his small penis start to stir in it's prison, "but the other half of me kind of wants her to go further next time. That assumes I'm even going to get a next time. Plus I also just want to hangout again and talk. Assuming she doesn't think I'm boring," Cyrus no longer able to look Kinsey in the eyes glanced off to the right, "Fuck me. Maybe Jake is right," he let out a long exhausted breath, "He's pretty much always right."
Cyrus slipped his phone from his pocket. Looking at his unanswered invitation started to cause him doubt again, "I mean there's probably a good reason she hasn't gotten back to me," he shot a dismayed look at his crotch, "I'd probably just bother her," Kinsey turn her attention to the left, "No, you're right. Dealing with Jake's logic assault would be much worse."
Scratching his head with a single index finger he began pondering how to send a reminder, "The key, my dear Kinsey, is not to come off like some desperate fuck-boy," Cyrus stared at the reptile for answers, "And I have no clue how to do that before Jake gets back from the bathroom. Fuck."
No sooner than the moment that curse word left Cyrus' mouth was he greeted by what felt like a miracle. A text came in saying
"Sure. I'd really like to go with you. I had fun Friday night. I'll see you in a few days."
Cyrus didn't know it but he had the biggest smile on his face as he spoke enthusiastically to the animal, "Look! See! I told you Jake doesn't know what the hell he's talking about when it comes to dating. I knew the problem would fix itself if I just waited. And your owner thought I was just giving up," Kinsey continued to stare blankly to the left, "Alright fine, I was. Just don't tell him that. Also, don't tell Amy about this conversation next time you see her. No offense but girls don't dig dudes that have one sided conversations with lizards," Kinsey gave a single blink, "Thanks for understanding. You know she said she'd 'really like to' and that she had 'fun' Friday. That's gotta be good right? Although, she also said 'a few days', I should probably tell her it's tomorrow."
Ready to text his date he suddenly received another text,
"Sorry I meant tomorrow"
which solved that. Cyrus sent a confirmation text then put his phone away. Then he heard a creak and slam from down the hall that could only be Jake and if not then a serial killer. Fortunately for Cyrus, dear perverts, it's not that kind of novel.
"Fuckin' finally! Come on dude! I can finally start focusing on this game."
