CyprusxReader - Don't Assume

The Rule of a Gentleman # 229

Just because, she dated douchebags doesn’t mean there isn’t a chance for a nice guy.

{Name} and I have been friends for about few years now. And for all the time I’ve known her, she’s dated some men who haven’t treated her too well. {Name} introduced me to every single one, not once did I like any of them.

When they were gone she would ask me what I thought about them. So I would give her my honest opinion. She never liked what I said about them, she claimed ‘you should get to know them better’. This would often lead to an argument, which would lead to {Name} not talking to me for a few days.

When we did start to talking again, the boyfriend subject wouldn’t come up; until two weeks later, or so, when she’s crying over the phone asking me to come over or if she could come over. I wouldn’t ever tell her ‘No’.

So, I guess that’s how {Name} ended up coming over to my apartment, tonight. Oddly, enough she was the one that ended to relationship this time. {Name} isn’t as heartbroken, just more upset on how her Ex took it by being a total ass.

But, tonight she and I were just huddled underneath a cover together, sharing a tub of ice-cream and watching some ‘Man Soaps’. “Hey, Copper?” {Name} said using my nickname. I looked over at her with a spoon in my mouth, letting her know she has my attention.

“How do you know that all the guys I date are complete jerks?” I looked at her and tilted my head, and thought for a moment. I took the spoon out of my mouth and started to talk. “I think I can just sense it… I’m not entirely sure… I could be the way they present themselves… Why, do you ask?”

She stared back at me with her (e/c) eyes, before she looked away saying, “I just wanted to know.” We stayed quiet for a few moments, but I could tell my staring was making her uneasy. There was something she wasn’t telling me, and that was making me concerned.

I knew way to make her talk though. I started to poke her with my spoon. *poke* “Heeeeeeey.” *poke* “Heeeeeeey.” *poke* “Heeeeeeeey.” *poke,poke,poke* “Talk woman I demand you to.” *poke,poke,poke* She was trying to fight against, the smile that wanted to make its way to her face.

“Oh, my Pumpkin Pie (<-His nickname for you). Don’t ignore me… {Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame}... ” Now I was just sounding like a dying whale, which was making her giggle.

I leaned towards {Name} and took the tub of ice-cream from her, she protested, and put it on the coffee table. Before she could get up to get the ice-cream back, I quickly laid down on her lap. “Copper, come on!” “Where are we going Pumpkin Pie?”

“Copper!” she groaned, trying to push me off.

“Piiiiiiiieeee!” I whined back sounding like a sheep.

She huffed and puffed for a few more minutes, until she decided to give up and pout. “Pumpkin, I’ll get up if you tell me what’s wrong.” I said, cutely. She looked down at me for a moment, before she told me.

“I just want to meet a nice guy, you know… But, all of the guys I meet who seem even nice just end up being real jerkwods. You know, Copper, if you weren’t gay I would date you, you’re such a nice guy. And I then I wouldn’t have to worry about getting my heart smashed.” {Name} said bashfully.

I was happy to have finally, gotten {Name} to talk… But, I’m a little surprised by that comment she made, while she was talking. “…{Name}…” “Yeah, Copper?”

“What makes you think I’m gay?...” I asked sitting up. I’m actually confused as to why, she thinks I’m gay. I mean we’ve known each other for a few years, wouldn’t she have know I was straight? She gave me the weirdest look ever, I like I didn’t know what she was talking about.

Her eyes grew big and her face started to turn a little red, “I’M SO SORRY COPPER! I JUST THOUGHT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF KNOWING YOU AND ALWAYS ALONE WITH NO GIRL!!! I JUST KIND OF ASSUMED YOU WERE GAY! AND THAT YOU WERE JUST TRYING TO KEEP IT A SECRET FROM OTHERS!” {Name} said all flabbergasted.

I just laughed. Okay, I can see why she thought I was gay now; it makes some sense now. I was calming down from my laughing fit, and I looked at {Name’s} red face. She was so embarrassed, so adorable. “So, {Name} would you really date me?” Her face turned a bit darker and she nodded her head, too embarrassed to speak.

“Okay, since tomorrow we both don’t have work; I’ll take you out how does that sound?”

{Name} looked at me with those (e/c) eyes of hers’, and mumbled “Sure, Copper. I would like that a lot, thank you.”

Just because, you don’t see him with a girl doesn’t mean he’s gay.