Austin

I've always hated dinners.

Sitting around, watching Dez and Carrie being all lovey dovey.

And having to pretend I enjoy their company. I know I sound like a total prick, but honestly, would you enjoy having to sit with your beard girlfriend, then watching the person you really like with their date?

I don't think so. If I'm the only person that feels this way, then there must be something wrong with me.

"You okay?" Ally caresses my arm.

I look at her and smile. "Everything's good baby, why do you ask?"

"You seem lost in thought."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. You know, you can talk to me."

"I know." I kiss her head, and at that time, the food comes.

"So, Ally," Trish pipes up. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Mm, yeah much better. A bit sore, but in a few days it will go away."

They continue their conversation, Carrie piping in a few times. With that happening, I take a glance at Dez and notice that he is looking at me. I blush and look away. I hear soft chuckling coming from him.

Damn, when have I become so flustered?

I take out my phone, and send him a quick message.

A: What was that for? You bastard..

D: What was what for?

A: Oh don't play stupid with me. I saw you staring.

D: At what?

A: Me! Who else?

D: Oh yeah, I was casually looking at you. No staring.

A: You were to staring! When I looked up, it seems as if you were staring at me for a certain amount of time.

D: Did not!

A: Did too!

D: Did not!

A: Ahh, feels like first grade all over again.

We make eye contact and smile. Dez then turns off his phone, and puts it in his jacket pocket. I glare at him and send him another quick text.

A: Are you going to answer the question?"

I hear Dez's phone buzz, but he doesn't take it out. He just looks at me with some sort of intensity. I can't tell if it's his answer or not.

"Aus, aren't you going to eat?"

I look over at Ally and then back at my place on the table. The food did come. Was I so distracted by Dez that I didn't notice it being right under my nose?

"Oh, Yeah, sorry."

We all begin eating, conversing about the random things that come to mind.

But when I get home that night, I can't help thinking about Dez's distractions.