Page 159 of For the Fans
His cheeks flush. “We have to go outside for it. I mean, we have to… leave the dorm.”
I’m gaping at him like he’s just sprouted two more heads, and they’re both equally gorgeous and adorable.He has a surprise for me that actually involves us… being out in the world?
“Okay.” I nod slowly, really attempting to contain my zeal. “Should I… get dressed?”
He shows me an almost ecstatic grin. “Yes.” His eyes glide over me once more and he whispers, “But keep wearing the jersey. Please.”
Fuck me sideways, I’m going to swoon to death.
Kyran crawls off the bed, offering me his hand while I get up, twirling like a top from how different this all seems. How much he’s acting like a hesitant hetero boyfriend. I could be imagining it… but the fact that he wants to take me out of the dorm is certainly a step in that direction.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or is that part of the surprise?” I ask while we leave the Thomas More Apartments, wandering outside into the chill.
“That’s part of it.” He grins at me from the side, walking up toward the main street, expecting me to follow him. Which I do.
He stops in front of a black SUV and spins to face me.
“Did you… buy me a car?” I blink, and he laughs.
“Uh, no.” He rolls his eyes in amusement. “It’s a rental. Part one of the surprise requires us to drive.”
Grabbing me by the arm, he tugs me around the car, a Benz—a super fancy one. He opens the passenger door for me, gesturing for me to hop in, and I do, all the while wondering what on earth he’s up to.
Did he really just open my door for me…?
Kyran gets into the driver’s seat and buckles up, starting her with a quiet hum before he peeks at me. “You ready?”
I grin. “Always.”
Shifting, he pulls us away, cruising the streets from the BC campus.
“Can I put some music on?” I ask while he drives, looking comfortable and sexy behind the wheel.
I must admit, I really like it. I’m not much of a driver myself, growing up in the city and all. I know how, and I enjoy doing it on occasion. But I think I might like being chauffeured by him way more.
Kyran plucks his phone out of the center console, unlocking it quick and handing it to me. “It’s hooked up to the Bluetooth. I’ve got Spotify.”
That gives me an idea…
Searching for the Spotify account I made, I select one of my playlists entitledfor the FANS, and press play.
Kyran peeks at me, and I smirk. “You recognize this song?”
“Oh yes,” he sighs. “You used to play it constantly when we lived together.” I chuckle. “I probably know all the words at this point.”
“Really?” I cock my head. “Prove it.”
He laughs, shaking his head. But as soon as I start singing, he joins me. And the next thing I know, we’re both belting out thewords to one of my favorite Weezer songs,“Say It Ain’t So.”And yes, he does seem to recall all the words, because when we get to the part aboutDear Daddy, I write you, he’s got the whole thing down. I’m dying laughing by the time the song ends, and he’s wiping tears from his eyes.
“Ooh, this one’s good too.” I bounce in my seat as“She”by Green Day starts.
“You know, I feel like you’re too young to like this music.” He chuckles.
“Oh please,” I scoff. “Nineties music is clutch. Plus, I told you—”
“It’s what your mom used to play,” he finishes my thought, glancing at me. “I know. I remember.”
Pursing my lips to keep the vibrant smile down, I settle into my seat, humming along with the music. The next song is starting while I gaze out the window at the signs. We’re leaving Boston Proper, I guess you’d call it, and heading away from the city altogether.
