Your name is Jake English and you are currently watching TV. The noise coming from the thing has drowned out any other as you sit in silence. You're not alone in the room though your company is a little different from your usual TV-watching buddies; they were away on a trip to lord-knows-where, leaving you with the only other person inhabiting your shared living space.
Dirk sits next to you, focused on the images and sounds coming from the television. He usually prefers watching alone, but today, seeing as the girls are away doing whatever, you asked him to join you. At first you thought he might refuse, it wasn't often that there was this much silence between the two of you and you couldn't read his expression either, what with his eyes hidden by those ridiculous anime-shades. It, for some reason, felt a lot like you were asking him out and when he agreed I somehow seemed to signify a lot more than just two friends watching the telly.
So here you sit, silently watching the tube from opposite ends of the couch. This isn't how you expected this evening to go. Normally you, Roxy and Jane would discuss laugh at and occasionally praise the people on TV in voices loud enough to be heard over the noise the subject of your entertainment was making. You expected watching TV with Dirk to be the same. It isn't. watching TV with Dirk is a quiet and intimate situation. The atmosphere won't allow for speaking and it's a little oppressing. But, at the same time, it gives you a sense of calm intimacy that you don't have with Roxy and Jane.
He takes a swing from his orange soda and you try to focus on the lights and noises instead of how awkward you're feeling. You don't dislike siting like this, with him. You could definitely get used to it. But therein lies the problem: you're not. Not used to sitting almost entirely still for so long. Not used to this quiet, not used to this pressure. You savor it thought, commit it all to memory. This might be the only change you get to experience the slow, quiet burn that is Watching TV with Dirk Strider. You hope it's not, hope you'll get the change to sit with him like this again sometime, but you won't hold your breath.
Just as you decide that, as much as you love the intimacy of the moment, you really can't take the pressure anymore, the person next to you stands. Dirk stretches, reminding you a little of Roxy's cat. He moves his hand over the TV's off button, his head turned to you in silent question. You nod. Its gotten late and you both have class in the morning. You think you see a flash of a grin, but Dirk turns the tube off, plunging the room into darkness and silence. You're both a-okay with the dark, but as you make to say goodnight you feel another's breath on your lips. He presses his mouth against yours and sais, louder than a whisper but not loudenough to break the atmosphere "We should do this again some time."
After half an hour he sees you're still standing there with a shocked, but happy, smile he tells you to go to bed English and you simply can't wait for Jane and Roxy to go on their next trip