Timer

by matespritheavymetal

What if people were born with a timer on their wrists, that counted down to the very second that they met their 'destined' one? Dirk's timer reads one week, and he begins to crack under the fact that, in one week, he will meet the love of his life. Ships include DirkJake,DaveJade, and Cotton candy :) (M for language and the frickfrack, the sideways tango, the mating ritual)

(Inspired by a tumblr post in where people have a timer on their wrist that counts down to the time they meet the love of their life, I just happened to be inspired by it, so here it is! Should be a few chapters long..With different pairings!)

Your name is Dirk Strider and the timer on your wrist is currently on 1 week, 5 hours, and 36 seconds. 35 seconds. 34 seconds.

You have no idea what to expect, you are going to meet the love of your life in one week, you don't think your ready for this. Your brother Dave had met his last year, her name is Jade, she's nice and all, but you don't understand how someone can just look at their destined one and run across the room and leap into their arms, that's what happened to them at least. Dave says, the second before the timer gets to zero, his heart stopped, and he looked around the room, and saw Jade, that's when he knew. You think the whole timer thing is stupid, you can't decide for yourself who you want to love, your supposed to love this person you meet when the timer goes off, who knows, you could land with some serial killer, he could be the love of your life, doesn't mean he won't kill you.

You let out sigh that had a hint of frustration as you put down your wrench, giving up on your robot for the night. You lean back in your chair, running your hands through your hair, breaking up the perfectly spiked, gel covered, hair. You take of your shades and place them on your workbench, letting out another sigh. The whole timer thing shouldn't get to you like this, but it is, it's killing you. In one week, 4 hours, 57 minutes and 10 seconds, you were going to meet the person, the person that's supposed to make your heart stop when you look at them. You pick up a leather cuff, covering the timer, hopefully, this can ease you a little bit.

1 day, 6 hours, 23 seconds, 22 seconds, 21 seconds.

"C'mon Bro, You need to keep your head on, Hell, I was nervous, but not this nervous!"

"Shut up Dave, Just go visit Harley already, the poor girls most likely been waiting a while for her 'knight in shining armor" to show up"

Dave lets out a fake laugh as he grabs his wallet and keys, leaving the apartment you guys share, leaving you alone to try and keep your head straight. You decide to text your cousin Roxy, to put your mind at ease.

To: RoLa

Hey, tell me about one of your drunken adventures

To: D-Strides

Happenin right now dick

To: D-Strides

*Dirk

To:RoLa

I'm nervous as hell rox, tomorrow.. tomorrow i'm going to meet the person

To: D-Strides

Wat is the timer at?

To: RoLa

1 day, 5 hours, 53 minutes, 15 seconds.

To; RoLa

You?

To: D-Strides

0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes

To: RoLa

Really?

To: D-Strides

Yep, his nme is captin morgan!

To: D-Strides

*name *captain

To: RoLa

haha, very funny roxy, anyways, have fun with your disappointing your mother

To: D-Strides

always do ;)

You walk into your room and toss your phone onto your bed, walking over and sitting on the stool next to your workbench, starting to work on your robot again, anything to keep your mind off the fact that tomorrow, everything will change.