{"sf1_id":967194,"sf2_id":"A1pgg83n","title":"Sorry, I’m awkward: Ch 1 - A Date?","author":"SarcasticIceBear","words":714,"posted_at":"2016-02-20T20:21:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","M/M"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/967194-sorry-i-m-awkward-ch-1-a-date","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pgg83n","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=967194\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Part 1 of \"Sorry I'm Awkward\". Mark is a Freshman at his new college, he starts to fall in love with Wyatt, a brown bear.","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"School is boring\" I think to myself. \"I don't think I'll ever use this\" I try to think of something else,\u0026nbsp;anything\u0026nbsp;other than listening to this Calculus lecture. I've always been terrible at math, but for some reason I'm required to take more than the norm. I regret going into Computer Science. I was under the false impression that it didn't require you to be that good at math. I drift in and out of daydreaming. I will myself not to sleep. I feel my eyes get heavy as I drift off.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Hey! Mark! Wake up buddy\" I hear, a paw resting on me, gently shaking me awake. He's the cute brown bear from my chemistry lectures, I didn't know he took this class. I'm still a bit dazed, so I try to keep cool.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He smiles, his muscles clearly visible in his polo and his legs clearly defined in his boot cut jeans.\u0026nbsp;_Oh god, he's hot.\u0026nbsp;_I panic internally. His voice snaps me out of my daze  \n  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You okay man? You don't look so good, we should get you something to eat\" He hefts me up from my desk, clutching me against his chest. I lean into him, feeling soft fur.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You okay? You look hungry. I'll get you something\" he says, smiling brightly blushing slightly.\u0026nbsp;_Oh god he thinks I'm cute, or something_.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"I'll just have a sandwich, fries too\" I weakly sputter.\u0026nbsp;\"Maybe some tea?\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Sure thing\" he ruffles my fur, going off to pay for the order.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; My face feels on fire, I've wanted to be on a date with him, does this count? I don't know, not how I've seen dates on TV.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He comes back, with my sandwich and mug of tea.\u0026nbsp;\"I was worried about you. What's a cutie like you doing in Calc 101? You're smart enough for 204 at least?\" he chuckles, I blush hard.\u0026nbsp;\"I'm actually just taking the minimum requirements, it's my freshman year and I'm in computer science\" I try not to stare. I try to keep eye contact with his brown eyes, like almonds.\u0026nbsp;\"I think you're cute too. Do you want to go on a date some time?\" I force out, weakly. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The words sting like fire. Why am I saying this? What if he has a girlfriend? What if he isn't into me like I think he is? I'm probably ruining my first chance at getting an actual boyfriend at this school. He doesn't say anything, and time feels like it froze. I feel my blood run cold.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Could this be a date? I mean, I've wanted this too. You're pretty cute\" he says through his mouthful of his burger. He got a double bacon cheeseburger.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"I guess, I don't want to be too forward. I don't want to assume anything either.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You're fine. I think we're both nervous. Don't be too hard on yourself.\" he says warmly  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You think so?\" I stammer, my nerves taking hold  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Of course, you done with class for the day? I can walk you back to your dorm, or you can chill with me for a bit\" He offers, munching into the last of his burger  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"I think I better get back, my roommate is probably worried. He probably heard I passed out in class.\" I sigh.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"I don't want to keep you from anything\" He says, slightly dissapointed  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"I haven't told you my name yet, how dumb of me. I'm Wyatt.\" he chuckles, slightly nervous.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"This should be it.\" I point to the door.\u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You sure you don't want to stay with me?\" he offers, raising an eyebrow.\u0026nbsp;\"I'd be more than happy too, my roommate is away for the semester, so it's just me\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"No, I should be here. Besides you're a junior, I'm a freshman.\" I say, trying to mask my sadness.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He bites his lip,\u0026nbsp;\"well, okay, if you're sure\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We stand awkwardly, there's a great deal of tension. I want to kiss him, but I don't know if he does. I break the tension, and go inside. I see him walk off, I get the feeling he was expecting something.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}