Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have laughed too loud, but he couldn’t help it! The accuracy of his statement was impeccable, and absolutely hilarious. He laughed —- emitted a true, genuine laugh where his eyes crinkled and lips upturned into a smile so radiant that merely an acquaintance would recognize him. “Well, you don’t look scared right now… You look happy, actually. Usually, if I were to drive my mom or someone else around, they’d be gripping their seat belt and hyperventilating by now. Guess I’m just a smooth driver when you’re with me.” Not only was he a smooth driver, but a better person while Riley was in his presence. He didn’t know why, really, but he’s always so inspired to be someone better whenever the dimpled-boy was in his company —- even the pure thought of him made Mack feel so much glee. It was nice having someone who makes you better; really nice, actually. “Oh, I don’t mind! Not at all! But, if you ask for so many samples up to the extent where I have to pay for them, then we’d have a problem. —- Kidding, kidding. I’d spend as much money as I can, just for you.”
Riley was more than confused at this state. He might have been a bit optimistic, but he swore Mack was flirting with him. He laughed at his stupid jokes and drove him around and it seemed like all very.. coupely stuff. It was weird to say the least. Riley shrugged it off as best as he could though, sitting up a bit straighter. He couldn’t help but admire the way Mack’s eye lit up after he had a laugh and the way his smile reached his forehead. “Well I’m just being polite. Know that I’m in sheer terror on the inside,”Riley smirked, sticking out his tongue. Riley wanted to spend the rest of his summer with Mack. He wanted to go camping with him and look at the stars at night and roast marshmallows and Riley usually wasn’t a sappy person either. Mack must just bring it out in him. “Are you saying that you’re paying for me then? I mean, I’m totally for that. Didn’t know I was spending the day with such a gentlemen,” Riley smiled. They soon pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream place and he wondered how he was going to be able to hold it together for the rest of the day.
“Okay.. Um, I’m not good at driving in general. There; I admitted it! I plea guilty! Honestly, I don’t even know how I passed that driving test — maybe it was sheer luck. Or the tester dude thought I was hot.” His gaze diverted towards the boy for just a second, a wink being passed over before he fully focused himself onto the road, fingers drumming against his denim-clad thigh. A scoff had rolled from his lips now, hearing the remark slip from the boy’s tongue. It was nice having a friend who wouldn’t be over-sensitive when it came to teasing, because Mack was always one who’d constantly contrive sarcastic remarks and banter — only playful banter, though. He was witty, to say the least. But, right now, he had no way to re-word the fact that he’s basically been doing nothing, and was quite unproductive the last couple days. “Aw, no. I bet you missed me, babe.” And there he was, sporting his signature pout. Oh, and fun fact: he doesn’t really have a thing for pet names; they mostly show whenever he’s around Riley. Though, his shoulders now motioned into a languid shrug, head canting slightly as he carefully made his way through the busy streets, not really fond of the idea of the two getting into a car crash anytime soon. “Well, nothing, really. Just the usual video game or two.. Pretty boring, actually.”
Riley isn’t sure how he’s supposed to be able to handle this all. It might seem ridiculous, but he couldn’t help but question every wink and every pet name. Did Mack do this with all his friends? Probably. It’s not like Riley was anything that special and on top of that Mack never mentioned he had any interest in guys. It was probably just his cheeky personality that evoked the word babe into his conversation with Riley. “He was probably so scared for his life that he just said yes to get you out of the place,” Riley fired back. He didn’t know if this was actually flirting, but Riley certainly wasn’t putting out full smiles for nothing. Riley shrugged a bit when Mack mentioned him missing him. Of course Riley missed him, but he didn’t have to own up to that. Riley let out a small yawn before leaning his head against the car window and humming along with the music softly. “Just so you know I always have to test like every sample of ice cream before I make a decision. I’m a bit picky,” Riley admitted as his head bobbed along to the music.
“I object to that! I’m just not good when it comes to sharp turns, okay?” His voice gradually grew throughout his response, free hand clutching his tee, simply to add dramatic emphasis to his statement. Between the two, Riley actually was the better driver (he was way more stable than Mack could ever be throughout his lifetime), but the boy wouldn’t dare to admit that. He hated being the lesser, but oh well. “Ice cream it is then! This place downtown got new flavors, and I’ve always wanted to go there, so I’m taking you there, okay? Wow, that sounded like I just asked you on some spontaneous, out-of-the-blue date. It’s not.. I don’t think so, at least. But, take it as you will.” A chuckle had passed plump lips now, free foot tapping against the carpet of his car while he began to hum along to the song, trying his very, very best to keep the car ride as smooth as possible. “So, how are you? Have you done anything cool lately? —- You know, other than having the pleasure of hanging out with me.” A snicker had passed his lips. He was merely joking, of course; this was the sort of playful banter passed between two friends on a daily basis. Though, he hoped that Riley would enjoy hanging out with him and believe that it was cool.
"Sharp turns? That’s the only thing you’re not good at? How about coming to complete stops at stop signs or yielding to people in the crosswalk or staying in your lane," Riley quipped, laughing afterwards. Mack was a pretty horrid driver and he knew that Mack probably had a good idea of that as well. When the word date came out of Mack’s mouth, Riley couldn’t help but perk up interest. Did Mack think this was a date? Was that just another one of his casual jokes? Mack and him had never really discussed their sexuality before and before Mack came into his life, Riley had never even thought about males in more than a friendly way. Now he couldn’t stop questioning himself. Riley just let out a nervous laugh, suddenly become fascinated by the scenery out the window. "I’ve been babysitting my siblings a lot and enjoying my time away from you," Riley said, biting back a laugh as he faced towards the front again. "What about you? Other than getting traffic tickets, what has the marvelous Mack been up to?" Riley questioned, turning down the radio a bit to hear his answer.
A smile immediately twitches at each corner of his lips upon sight of the male. Thank you for no confrontational parents. A sigh of relief had passed the boy as he soon motioned for Riley to follow along, guiding him over to the vehicle. He doesn’t know why, but he’s particularly jittery and nervous today — it’s probably the fact that he’s going to be the one driving, and he sucks (at times), though, he feels as if it’s something more. He finds himself continuously glancing over at the dimpled boy, smile growing every glance he takes. “Mr. Chauffeur? Excuse me? I happen to have all rights to take you wherever I’d like to go, rather than the other way around. Don’t test me, mister.” And his nose scrunched in response to the boy, buckling up as he put the car into ignition, soon pulling out of the lad’s driveway and making his way to the main road that wound around his neighborhood. “So, where do you want to go? We could go anywhere,like… An amusement park, a pizza place, ice cream parlor, maybe? I don’t know.. There are endless choices! I just.. don’t want to go anywhere boring and quiet.” His shoulders motioned upwards into a shrug now, a hand moving off of the wheel to press against the on button of his radio.
Riley scoffs at Mack’s words, rolling his eyes sarcastically. “I have my license too, I just don’t have a car currently. That’s the only reason you’re the one driving around. We all know I’m the better driver in the car,” Riley smirked, leaning back into his headrest as The 1975’s music filled the car. Riley really wasn’t sure what he wanted to do today. Truthfully he wanted to get more of a reading on Mack, for research purposes of course. Though he couldn’t exactly just tell Mack that’s what his plan was for today so instead he shrugged, turning up the music a bit louder. “Ice cream sounds good right now. Well, ice cream sounds good most of the time, but particularly now it sounds good,” Riley smiled, blushing a bit with each glance Mack looked over at him with. For some reason the words boring and quiet kept ringing in his ears. Why didn’t he want to go anywhere quiet? Did he not want to actually talk to Riley and in a quiet setting he might? Riley knew he was over analyzing things but he couldn’t help himself.
He was happy, to say the least. But, internally, he was happy, content, excited, and completely up for their little “hang out session,” per-say. The two have been friends for a brief amount of time, though, it was merely a casual thing between the two boys — that is, until now. Suddenly, they’ve grown closer, and began hanging around each other even after school, even participated in extracurricular activities together. It was nice, really; mostly since Mack never had anything to occupy himself after school (excluding the usual video games and television shows), but now, he had something tangible —- a companion, really. So, with his hands settled under denim pockets, the brunet made his way to the lad’s front porch. The two had agreed for a little outing (with no exact idea on where they would be going throughout the whole day), and Mack had volunteered to drive the boy around, so here he was, picking him up and hoping — praying, even — that Riley would be the one to open the door and not his parents, so he’d spare his life from the highly awkward parental confrontations. Fingers curled into a fist lightly knocked against the cold wood before his digits had returned to its warmth, throat cleared as he awaited the boy’s arrival.
Riley doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about all the recent time he’s spent with Mack because it makes his head hurt. He’s had plenty of guy friends before and he’s never.. felt anything. He’s never been attracted to any guys before even though he had been forced to watch a fair amount of movies with shirtless studs. It shouldn’t be different with Mack then either but.. it is. He finds himself fixing his hair in the mirror because he knows Mack is on his way to pick him up. He feels pathetic, but also anxious and excited about the day. He tries his best to push any thoughts out of his head as he rushes downstairs as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. Riley swings open the door, smiling because fuck, just seeing Mack makes Riley light up. “Hi,” Riley breathes and he has to bite back a ‘you look nice’ as he closes the door behind him. “Are you ready for the day Mr. Chauffeur,” Riley teases. He follows Mack back to his car, sliding into the passenger seat and bucking his seat belt. He can’t help but feel the jitters rush through him as he glances around the car. It feels like a date. It’s not a date, Riley knows that. But it feels like one.