It got longer than I imagined, sorry x.x haksjakajskaj
John hates date apps. He's an old-fashioned kind of guy, he'd rather meet a person in a shop or having a mutual friend to introduce them. But his best friend Freddie said he's too naive to think that people still do that at these days.
''If someone approachs me in a shop, I'll think is a stalker, or worse, a serial killer.'' Freddie said, dramatically, when the brunet didn't know if he's being sincere or not.
So he gave a try on a date app, but he promised use it only for a month. He didn't want to give up in destiny that easily.
He chatted with very interesting people, and met up with a couple of them, but the talk seemed flat and always leading to a sexual meaning. John wasn't a prude, he liked sex, but it's not like that.
And John found a very interesting profile of a man named Roger. He got fascinated for the blond man with sparkly blue eyes and charming smile. They matched and started to talk.
Roger was funny, smart and incredible good with flirting. John sincerely blushed some times while he talked with the man. And when Freddie saw the reason of John's lately giggles, the older man gasped with the photos.
''If you don't get him, I will, Deaky.'' Declared Freddie.
And they settle a date, in a pub that John actually liked downtown. He was a bit nervous; it's the first person he actually felt hope of something else in that app. They clicked immediatly and as sappy as it sounds, John even dreamed with the blond man in the day before the date.
John arrived in the pub, and there's a lot of people in there. He saw a rock band would play there tonight, and he smiled.
He looked around and found Roger, sitting in the bar, drinking a beer. Avoiding the shaking on the belly, the brunet walked until the other, breathing heavily.
When John stopped next to Roger, the blond looked at him, up and down, and seemed that he liked what he saw.
''Hi. It's me, John.'' He felt stupid saying this.
''Hi. It's me, Roger.'' Smiled Roger, turning around and taking a sip of his beer.
''So...Do you like to come here often?''
''Well, I play sometimes here, so I kinda need to come here.''
''Oh, Smile, right?'' John remembered he mentioned the band once or twice.
But he didn't remember he saying he'd play tonight.
''Yeah. Did you saw us some time?'' The blond looked interested now.
''Well, no, but I hope I see today, Roger. See if you're the amazing drummer you claim to be.''
Roger frowned, even that he gave John a smile. ''Well, I'm a good drummer, but I don't recall saying this to you.''
The drummer got more confused. ''I don't think so. I never talked with you before, mate.''
John got nervous suddenly. ''What do you mean? We' ve been chatting for two weeks.''
Roger giggled against his beer. ''Sorry, mate, but whoever you talked to it wasn't me. Seems you were catfished.''
The brunet felt his cheeks getting red. He couldn't believe he was deluded by someone online, who's probably just doing this for the pure pleasure of messing with someone's heart. John was now ashamed; he's an adult man, he should know better. And, fuck, he talked with a stranger like they knew each other! He never did that!
Now Roger must thought he's stupid, or a creep.
''Oh, Christ.'' John chanted, his voice shaking with embarassment. ''I'm so sorry. I'm dumb enough to think that someone like you could...It doesn't matter. Sorry for bothering you, mate.''
Sensing what John almost said, Roger grabbed his arm and commented ''To be honest, I talked with you now because I thought you're cute, so I let it go forward.'' and then Roger's expression got confused again. ''Hang on...If it's a catfish, how this person knows that I'm a drummer?''
John shrugged, now thinking it's odd that someone that stole Roger's identity could know about this. And to even get the right name. What kind of catfish is this?
''Do you mind if I see the profile?'' Asked Roger, looking truly curious.
John blushed again, but he took his phone and put on the date app. He clicked at Roger's profile and showed to him.
A smile soon appeared at the drummer's face. John noticed that it's prettier in real life than virtually.
''I know who did this.'' Said Roger, with a grin. ''That bastard.'' And when John blinked at him, Roger continued ''I have a very noisy best friend called Brian, and he always finished his texts putting his own nickname, just like he did in this profile.'' Roger shook his name, still amused. ''I said to him I was ready to date again, because I broke up with my ex some months ago. And it seems he wanted to find someone to me before myself.''
John gave a nervous laugh. It's the craziest story. Freddie would laugh loudly with it.
''Well, since my date blowed, I guess I'll get back home.'' John gave Roger a tiny smile, still too shocked with the whole story.
''Wait.'' He heard Roger speaking again. Looking to the blond, he was blushing. ''Brian is my best friend, and knows me very well, so...if he matched with you, he really thought we'd get along.''
John was really hearing what he thought he's hearing?
''So...If you want to try, we can talk after the gig.'' Roger bit his own lip. ''What do you say?''
John didn't think it's a good idea, with this whole crazy story behind. And then he realized Roger slided his hand to rest it above John's. And they're like this for more than ten minutes.
''Only if Brian come to apologize to me.'' Said John, soften after seeing Roger smirking.
''You're lucky, John, because he happens to be Smile's guitar player. I'd probably kill him if I wasn't with the good feeling he got it right with you.'' Roger winked before he got into the crowd to call his friend.
John took his phone again and decided to text Freddie. He'd definetly freak out.
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