It's a Date
Your name is DIRK STRIDER and you are freaking the fuck out.
Why are you losing your shit? Well the answer to that is quite simple. You just asked Jake English, the dork-lord of the universe, to go on a date with you. And he said yes. This is how the situation played out;
It was very late. And you couldn't fall asleep. Mostly because you've been working up the nerve to message Jake for the last few hours. Finally, at midnight, you get the fucking balls to do it.
-timaeusTestified [TT] started pestering golgohasTerror [GT] at 24:00-
TT: Hey, Jake.
GT: Ello dirk!
GT: By golly its late.
GT: What can i do for you ole chum?
TT: Well, I was wondering.
TT: Maybe you'd like to catch a movie some time?
TT: You know...Like a date?
GT: Why boy howdy dirk!
GT: I'd love to!
TT: Okay, cool. Meet you there at 2:00 P.M., tomorrow?
GT: Sounds great! See you then!
-timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering golgohasTerror [GT] at 24:05-
You've got yourself a date with Jake fucking English.
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Your name is JAKE ENGLISH and you are very fucking nervous and excited.
Because you are going on a date with Dirk Strider. You bounce on the balls of your heels, donning your usual outfit. You got there a little bit early. And by a little bit, you mean fifteen minutes early. Finally, Dirk appears by your side at 2:00 sharp. You flash him a buck-toothed smile.
"Hello dirk!" you chirp.
A faint smile pulls the corner of his mouth up. His hands are in his pockets.
"Hey, Jake. Glad that you made it."
"Of course id make it! Wouldnt skip out on an opportunity like this."
"Heh. I'm glad. So, what kind of movie should we check out?"
"An action film sounds jolly good about now."
"Alright then. Let's go get our tickets."
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Your name is DIRK STRIDER and you are trying your best to keep your cool.
Jake is currently getting some popcorn and soda from the concession stand, and you are getting the tickets. Knowing Jake, you get tickets to the shittiest looking action movie there is. When you get the tickets, Jake has a tub of popcorn, an orange soda, and a cola in his arms. You curse that buck-toothed smile of his. It's really not helping you keep your cool. You walk with him to the theater, taking the orange soda off his hands. You and him idly chat while you walk. When you get to the theater room, it's mostly empty. You and him get seats in the middle row. The movie soon starts.
You spend the duration of the movie watching Jake. How his eyes sparkle while watching, the way he's completely captivated by the absolutely shitty plot. Hell, you even pay attention to how he sits on the very edge of his seat at moments that are supposed to be intense. Luckily, your shades hide your stare. About half way through the movie, you decide on something. You gently hold Jake's hand, lacing your fingers in his.
His cheeks flare a light pink, and he gives your hand a light squeeze in return. This causes your own cheeks to be dusted with a similar hue. You turn your attention to the movie.
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Your name is JAKE ENGLISH and you feel your heart racing in your chest.
Dirk is holding your hand as you and him walk out of the movie theater. It's about 5:00 P.M.
"Hey, Jake? You wanna go get some food?" he asks.
You nod, smiling. "That sounds like a jolly good idea!"
A faint smile plays his lips, and he adds, "Tacos or something?"
"Sure!"
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You and Dirk soon arrive at a small taco joint, not to far away from your apartment. After five minutes, yours and his orders are taken. Almost twenty minutes later they are given. Despite you two being the only two customers. It's kinda annoying.
About half way through your meal (Dirk and you have been going back and forth with banter and jokes), you make the smart move of snorting while you're drinking your cola. And end up getting it all over the table. Fuck.
You're expecting Dirk to comment on how gross that was. Or leave. But no, he doesn't do that.
He laughs. And that is something you haven't heard before. It makes heat rise to your cheeks. His laugh is clear and rich, with a small snort here and there. And you can't help but laugh along.
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After an hour or so, and a leisurely walk that includes aimlessly looking at stars and rambling about bullshit, you and Dirk arrive at your apartment.
"Boy howdy that was a lot of fun!"
"It sure was. We should do that again sometime. What do you say, Jake?"
You flash a grin at him. "Id love to!"
"Great. I'll send you the info over Pesterchum. Goodnight."
Before you could say anything in return, Dirk lightly presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen at this, and your face burns a brilliant red. Dirk's lips are surprisingly soft, and mold with yours perfectly.
All too soon, he pulls away, and walks off to go home. And you just feel like your mind and heart exploded.
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Your name is DIRK STRIDER and you feel like you're on top of the world.