golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]
GT: Jane.
GT: Jane.
GT: Mrs. Crocker!
GT: Jane, now I hate to be of botherations to you and all, but I have some very important business in which we need to discuss.
GT: Jane?
"Nyuuuuuuhhh!" Jane rolled over in her bed, lifting a spare pillow and slamming it over her head, trying very hard to ignore the constant clinging of her pester chum. Gosh darn it! Why didn't I shut that thing off? She moaned as she felt the bed squirm under Lil' Seb's movement. He hopped off the bed, but she was too occupied with trying to ignore that infernal noise to wonder where the small rabbit was going.
GT: Jane. It is of utmost importants that you speak with me.
GT: Are you ignoring me?
GT: Jane?
GT: Janey girl?
"AUGH! Shut up!" she flipped the pillow from under her head to over her head, attempting with all her might to drown out that blasted noise. She could still hear it though... along with the mechanic pitter patter of Lil' Seb's feet as he crossed her room. She heard him as his little robotic knees bent... and she heard his feet as he landed on the desk. Her grimace quickly turned into a smile. 'Atta boy!
"Sebs! Will you do me a wonderful favor, and shut off the sound to that thing please?" Her request was quickly granted, and she smiled as she heard the sound slowly diminishing. "Good bunny... best friend..." She closed her eyes, glad to be able to sleep in silence again. or at least mostly complete silence. She could hear Lil' Sebs mashing on the keyboard. Meh. She'd worry about it later.
GT: Jane, okay, I'll just say what i want to say, and maybe you'll see it later, okay?
GG: xskbjhez"sx aslkeerpo
GT: What?
GG: xshjwe';sd sdlkweewpimngf
GT: Okay, I'm truly sorry Jane, but I do not speak Key-Mash. Could you please type more clearly?
If mechanical rabbits had internal thoughts and emotions, Lil' Sebs would currently be something along the lines of BLASTED NO OPPOSABLE THUMBS AND CLUNKY PAWS THAT CAN'T HIT ONE KEY AT A TIME! But unfortunately, all the little rabbit could do was attempt again. He typed "she's asleep."
GG: sdhjer'sd assdl;ererp[
GT: Is this some sort of joke?
GT: I thought you were a better prankster than this, Jane.
GG: bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbghj
That last one was the actual equivalent of an annoyed mechanical robot's head slamming into the keyboard. oh NOW he can hit one key.
GT: Or are you mad at me? I would understand if you were mad at me...
GT: I mean... I was mistaken in a few different things...
GT: Thinking Dirk liked me and all...
GG: bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbb
GT: Yes. B to you too. But seriously.
GT: I'm sorry for everything.
GT: Truth is, I just made a lot of assumptions.
GT: Golly gee I'm not a very good friend, am I?
GG: bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb
GT: Aaand that's all you're saying back to me...
GG: bbbbbbbbbb
GT: You must be really mad at me...
GT: That's reasonable...
GG: bbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbb bbbb bbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb bbbbb bbbbbbbbbbb bbbbbbbb bbbbbbb
GT: You have every right to be mad at me.
GG: bv bv cbvv cvbc cvbc cvb vb vb
And that one? That would be the rabbit now slamming his head into the keyboard repeatedly.
GT: I mean... I told you that Dirk was Gay.
GG: cv cvcv
GT: He's not...
GG: vbc bvv bc c bvc bv
"Sebs. What are you doooiiiinggg...?" Jane mumbled, pulling the pillows over her head even more.
GT: Hell, I'd never want to see me again if I told me stuff like that.
GT: But, I really want to stay friends with you.
GG: vb fgcv
GT: Even though I was mean.
GG: vc b cv
GT: Because... You're a beautiful kind sweet woman.
"Sebs..."
GG: x cvxc v
GT: And I enjoy spending time with you...
GG: cv cv cbv cv
GG: xcvc v cv cv vcxx df
GG: cvxc xcv cvx c
GG: vx xcv xcv cxvx c xcv c
GG: xvc v cxv cvx cvx cvx xcv cxv xcv
GG: xcv xcv xcvx cv xcv xcv xcvxc v xcvxc xc
GG: v cxv cvx vxc cv cvx cxvcx v cvxc vxcx cvx cxv cvx
GG: cvx cxvx cvxc c v cvbcvb cv cvb cvb cvbcv bcvb cvx cvb cv bcv vcc bvxcv fdddddddddddfd cvx xcvvvvvvxc c v cvbcvb cv cvb cvb cvbcv bcvb cvx cvb cdf bvd fvc c cv fdvc cv vc g fgcv v cvcvc cv f fgdcv cv cv cv v vvvvxc c v cvbcvb cv cvb cvb cvbcv bcvb cvx cvb cdf bvd fvc c cv fdv c cv vc g fgcv v cvcvc cv f fgdcv c
GG: vb
"Sebs! What are you doing?" Jane whipped her head out from under the pillow, and shot a glare at the rabbit. The glare quickly turned into a rather confused grimace. "Sebs! NO! Bad bunny! You're going to break my keyboard!" She jumped up, tripping over the blankets that had snaked themselves around her ankles as she stumbled across the room, falling forward and just barely catching herself on her desk chair. Unfortunately, desk chairs normally have wheels. Her desk chair was no exception, and it rolled out from under her upper body, sending her slamming into the ground. She lay there for a few moments, stunned, before Lil' Sebs landed by her head, and poked her face. She shot a glare at him. "This is your fault."
The robotic rabbit only stared at her, blinking once, and tilting its head to the side. She let out an exasperated sigh before pushing herself up, and into the desk chair, rolling her eyes as Lil' Sebs innocently hopped into her lap, as if it had done nothing wrong. She glared down at it for a few more moments before giving in, and petting it's head. Finally, she turned to the computer.
And shot another glare at Lil' Sebs. It only stared at her.
GT: Uhh... Jane?
She couldn't help but smile now. Lil' Sebs head banging filled the whole screen with her own blue text, hiding anything that Jake could have possibly said before. She snorted a bit, quickly typing a response.
GG: Oh sorry Jake! Lil' Sebs got onto the computer while I was trying to sleep! I think his paws are too big for the individual keys, so he got aggravated! When I looked over, he was banging his head on the keyboard! hehehe :B
GT: Oh! Well that darned explains a lot!
GG: Yeah! Hehe, but I'm awake now! Fell down on the way to the computer!
GT: oh my! Are you alright?
GG: Yes! :B I'm fine! But that definitely woke me up!
GG: But I'm wondering if you said anything before my pet began spamming you! do you mind if I scroll up and read it?
GT: Uhh...
GT: well...
GT: hehe... this is awkward...
GG: What?
GT: well... I thought you'd read it while I was not here... or you were already reading it...
GG: :?
GT: Okay... uhh.. go ahead!
GG: Okay! Give me a few minutes! :B
GT: alrighty then.
GT: ...
GT: Jane?
GT: Jane?
GG: Oh sorry! It took me a bit longer to read! Scrolling through Lil' Seb's spam!
GT: oh...
GG: Anyway, Jake, you don't have to feel bad! Dirk already told me that he was straight!
GT: He did?
GG: Yeah :B! He said that he was as straight as a...
GG: Oh what did he say...
GG: Straight as a line in math class...
GG: He liked...
GG: ...
GG: ...
GG: ...
GG: ...
GT: I get it!
GT: Geez, he's rubbing off on you!
GG: hoohoo! I guess we've been spending more time together as of late!
GT: Oh really?
GG: Yup! He's been helping me a lot with some... uhh... *boy* trouble :B
GT: ...
GG: :B
GT: well that's interesting!
GG: Yup! He's been helpful in helping me with my problems!
GG: Oh! Speaking of that! Thank you for the compliment! It made me smile!
GT: Well good! That's what compliments are supposed to do!
Jane smiled at the green text, giggling a bit. He didn't hate her! Well that's ONE problem solved! Her responses to Jake seemed so much more fluid this time than they have been as of late! She laughed, quickly typing up a response to his text, lacking that anxious jittery feeling she ever got when he spoke to her.
It was like she didn't fear saying something stupid in front of him anymore... Like the butterflies in her stomach no longer messed with her head.
Wait... what butterflies?
GG: You're right! I'm sure if someone frowned at a compliment, they'd be kinda messed up in the head!
GT: Like Roxy when she's sober?
GG: Exactly! Hoohoo! :B
Those haunting little moths in her stomach that construed her thoughts and sent chills down her spine when his text appeared? They were gone.
GT: hahaha! So what are your plans for today, m'lady?
GG: Oh nothing yet! I fell asleep yesterday in my clothes... So I think I'm going to go have breakfast soon, and then get dressed and ready... and plan my day from there!
They were completely...
GT: Well that sounds like fun! I wish I could plan with you today, but I have some other...
GT: uhh...
GT: things...
GT: to attend to.
Gone. Just gone. Not even a small little tinge in her stomach.
GG: Oh that's alright! We'll have to touch base some other day!
GT: Yes Ma'am! Why don't you ask Mr. Strider to hang out with you today?
Her stomach jumped slightly.
GG: Dirk?
GT: Why not?
GG: Well... I dunno, he's been spending a lot of time helping me lately... hoohoo... I'm sure he's sick of me by now!
GT: Oh come on Crocker! Give yourself more credit than that! I'm sure he enjoys your company!
Now it was wiggling uncomfortably in her abdomen.
GG: You think so?
GT: I know so.
What was that? Was that the birth of... a butterfly? No. Impossible.
GG: I may just take you up on that suggestion!
GT: Well good! I believe now would be a good time for us to part, no? I have some people to talk to and stuff.
GG: Alright then! Have a good day!
GT: You too, Mrs. Crocker!
GG: Ms. Not Mrs. I'm not married, you goober! Hoo hoo!
GT: sorry, MS. Crocker.
GG: :B
GolgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering GutsyGumshoe [GG]
Jane smiled, pushing away from the computer. It caught on the blanket she had pulled from her bed on her stumbling way to the desk earlier, and she almost toppled over, swinging her arms wildly till she grasped at the desk's edge. With a quick exhale, she stood, lifted the death trap blankets from their position on the floor, and returned them to their rightful place before shooting a glance at Lil' Sebs (who was sitting comatose next to her computer screen), stretching and bobbing downstairs.
By this time of day, Dad had already left for work, so Jane had to fend for herself. That wasn't that hard, since she'd been doing it all her life by now, but she had to admit that it got lonely sometimes. Being the heir of such a large company, Jane was not allowed to go to a normal school. She was home schooled. Or rather, she schooled herself.
Giving yourself straight A's isn't as satisfying as you'd think it is. It's not really what you're supposed to do either, but who would know other than herself? Besides, she learned what she needed nonetheless. It wasn't that hard to put on a stupid tiara for 30 minutes a day and get facts and smarts pumped into your brain.
Horray technology. Less time being brainwashed by the school systems, more time with friends. All hail the Baroness.
What? Who said that!
Jane shook herself out of her little daydream, and meandered into the kitchen, yanking the fridge open, and pulling out the milk. She lazily plopped it onto the counter, and turned to the cabinets. Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The only cereals in this household were Betty Crocker cereals. Typical. She pulled it out, and returned to the milk. She stared at the two items for a few moments, her brain short circuiting "Ahh... what now... Bluh I'm tired..." She blinked a few times before noticing the little note on the milk. She pulled it off, and read it.
"Bowl. Spoon. Have a good day! I'm proud of you! ~Dad"
"Oh right." She blinked a few more times, and then shuffled to the cupboard, deciding that moving on an empty stomach should be outlawed. She pulled out a bowl, and, once again, trudged to the cereal.
Dump.
Milk.
Pour.
Spoon.
Clink!
Yawn.
Shuffle.
Table.
Thunk!
Sit.
Stare.
Munch.
Yeah that was pretty much the daily routine. She lifted the bowl to her lips, drinking the last of the sweetened, cinnamon flavored milk before returning to the kitchen, and dumping her bowl and spoon in the sink. She glanced at the milk and Cinnamon goodness on the counter, and quickly put them away before stretching once more, now feeling the sustenance working itself through her system. She let out a final yawn before tossing her head side to side, expelling the final remnants of morning sleepiness, and bobbing up the stairs to the bathroom.
Strip.
Jump.
Trip.
Save!
Oh damn, tripping in the shower would not be a good thing.
Water.
COLD!
HOT!
Just right...
17 minutes and 43 seconds later, she hopped out of the steamy shower, brushed her teeth, and then retreated to her room, already thinking about what to wear.
Underwear, pants and a shirt.
Easy enough. She plops down at her desk, scrolling her mouse over to the Pester chum. She laughed lightly at the sight of the long row of light blue B's that Lil' Sebs had left on her screen. She looked over at the still comatose rabbit next to her computer, and her smile transformed into a smirk as she lightly touched his forehead. The automaton clicked and whirred as it turned its face toward her. She heard the small tick of it's eyelids blinking behind the red shades. Her eyebrows lifted slightly.
"I'm not mad at you, you know. I was just worried for my keyboard, and poor Jake. Please stop this infernal moping? It's unfitting." She bent it's ear down for a moment, and smiled as it popped back up. "Alright?" her eyebrows lifted again. Lil' Sebs nodded, and she split into a smile. "Good boy. Now. Come on!" She lifted her arm, and Lil' Sebs quickly hopped into her lap, where he belonged. She wrapped an arm around him as her eyes flickered back to Pester Chum, which had begun it's loud noise fest once more. She smiled even wider at the light orange text, attempting to ignore that one little butterfly.
timaeusTestified [TT]began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]
TT: Hey Crocker.
TT: Crocker.
TT: Crocker.
TT: Am I annoying you yet?
TT: You gonna make Lil' Sebs head bang the keyboard to respond to me?
TT: Yeah I heard about that.
TT: Good job.
TT: Props and shit. Takes talent to not realize letting your robot rabbit on your computer is probably not a good idea.
GG: Hey! For all I know, he could have typed up perfectly! Just look at your Auto Responder! He has brains enough to use a computer!
TT: AR was built specifically to do just that.
TT: Lil' Sebs doesn't even have opposable thumbs.
TT: What made you think that was going to work?
GG: You know why?
GG: Shut up.
GG: Shut up is why.
GG: :B
TT: Yeah whatever. Great way to start a conversation. Hey you wanna hang out today?
TT: I'm bored as fuck.
GG: Sure! I'd love to! I was actually about to ask you the same thing!
TT: Really?
GG: Yeah! I wanted to spend some time with you! Some real time! You know... without me chasing skirts?
GG: err... pants...
GG: err... shorts...
TT: Crocker you're making no sense. And I can normally speak "Jane."
TT: Spit it out.
GG: Sorry! Sorry! I want to hang out with you without talking about Jake and stuff! Just you and me, you know?
TT: Yeah I know.
GG: Awesome! So do you want to come over?
TT: Be there in 10.
timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]
GG: Why do you say that? It's always more like 2.
Jane laughed, lifting Lil' Sebs off of her lap, and placing him on the desk before walking over to her window. Might as well open it now so he doesn't have to knock later. She slid the window open, and then turned around, quickly scanning her room. It wasn't a TOTAL wreck, but a few minutes of tidying wouldn't hurt... She more carefully made her bed, and tossed her dirty clothes in her closet. As she was closing the closet, her mind wandered a bit, thinking about the man coming to her house.
Her heart fluttered slightly, and she shook her head side to side, taking a deep breath. What was wrong with her heart?
She let out a small laugh, turning back to her now more tidy room, and almost jumping out of her skin.
"Hey Crocker." He nodded at her.
Now it must be noted here that Jane had gotten used to Dirk appearing at her window, sitting on her sill, his shades glinting in the light of her lamp. It no longer frightened her for him to not be there one moment, and there the next.
At her window sill.
But he wasn't at her window sill. In fact, he wasn't anywhere near her window sill.
He WAS near her face though. As in, if he were shorter than her, her breath would be fogging up his glasses. But, as it was, his straight lips were two inches from her forehead, his voice ringing in her ears.
"OH!" She jumped back, stumbling over her feet, and slamming into the closet doors. Her face lit up red almost instantaneously, her heart pounding through her chest as she stared at him. "Dirk! What the-"
"Standing by the window sill doesn't seem to scare you anymore. So I thought I'd try something new." He stood, relaxed, in front of her as she leaned against the closet, her eyes wide. "Did I scare you?" He smirked, causing her already red face to light up just a bit more.
"N-no... I just..." She looked up at him, and then down at her shoes. "Yes..."
He chuckled, backing up a bit, and sitting down on her bed. She glanced over at him for a moment before finally moving from the closet, joining him on the fabric. He flopped back, his arms flailing in both directions, and she glanced down at him. His lips were still pulled into the smallest smile, his jaw strong and angular. She could just barely see under the brim of his shades from this angle, but his eyes were closed. His lashes were long and had the slightest curl to them. His hair flopped in every direction, fanning out around his face, but somehow still keeping the look of a well-groomed man. Her eyes wandered to his neck, where his finely chiseled muscles created a smooth tone down to his strong shoulders, easily viewed due to his wife beater. Even his goofy tattoo somehow added to his looks. His charm.
Wait what?
Charm?
*Strider?*
Her heart skipped another beat, her breath catching in her throat.
*Well... he IS an attractive- NO! Get a grip, crocker! You just got over Jake. Do not move on so quickly! Stop it! Bad brain! Bad!*
His head shifted slightly to the side, his shoulders flexing for the slightest moment, his outspread arms almost calling for her to rest in them. Just a small nap... his arm looked like a great pillow...
Hohohohoho NOPE! That was the FASTEST way to get a guy to shut you down. She thought. Hey, what did she know? The only guy she ever liked was Jake!
She shook her head back and forth, quickly averting her gaze away from the man resting on her bed, and coughed awkwardly. "Uhh... s-so... what do you want to do today?" She asked, attempting not to blush. The bed shifted as Dirk sat up, shifting his head toward her. her heart hopped for a quick moment, and she bit her lip.
What was this? Why was talking to him hard now? Why couldn't she speak as easily with him? Why was that blasted butterfly reproducing so fast?
She glanced over at him, his thin lips pulled so slightly up at the edges, and her mind laughed at her.
*Well that was fast.
What was?
*Or did you like him *before* this whole incident?
Shush.
*He's rather cute...
SHUT UP!
She stared at her hands for a moment, silently succumbing to her stubbornness. There was no way she liked Dirk. No way she was going to let herself like Dirk.
Because there was simply no way he would ever like her.
Even the way he touched her proved that. Any guy who had a crush on a girl would never touch her forehead like that. Nor grab her hand like he did. Or hug her. Or get so close to her face.
It was obvious the way he thought of her.
Definitely more than friends. But not the way her fluttering heart was hinting at.
Little sister.
He saw her as a little sister. Touching her forehead, checking for a fever, helping her with her boy problems. Coming to her beck and call whenever she wanted.
yeah.
Little sister.
Her flustered blush slowly turned into a frown as her mind wandered to his hand on her forehead. How could he not see that she was blushing?
Why would he lead her on like that?
How could men be so stupidly blind?
How could she be so blindingly stupid?
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Dirk smiled as his ever observant eyes caught the red flush on her cheeks. Genius. Irons in the fire have a tendency to heat up Quite a bit... He smiled as another idea popped into his head.
Oh Strider, you love doctor evil genius.
Dirk's hand quickly flicked up to Jane's forehead, and he leaned forward, pressing his own skin to the back of the hand resting on her face.
"You alright Crocker? Your face is red." He said cooly, and got the immediate satisfaction of her face growing once more in temperature, her ears lighting up like christmas lights.
"Oh...uhh...i'm...uhh...fine!" She stuttered, her eyes wide as she reached up to his hand, shyly pulling it away from her face. "It's just... Uhh... hot in here..." She stuttered, standing, and retreating to the window, leaning on the sill, lightly touching her face.
He let out a small chuckle. Oh God how transparent could she be? It was comical how easily he read her.
His plan was working. Step by step, he was moving forward.
Out of the Gay Zone was the first step.
Out of the "Could still be Gay- Friendship Zone" next.
And now, he had successfully removed himself from the friend zone.
He smiled deviously as he silently sauntered to her side, peering out the window as he hovered behind her.
This was too easy.
Getting the girl you like?
Psh! Piece of cake. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "Whatcha looking at, Crocker?"
Suddenly, she stood up straight, jerking her shoulder out from under his hand, and whipping to face him. Confused, he looked down at her, and quickly reeled back as she shoved him backward a bit.
Her face was angry. Hurt. Betrayed. Her eyes behind her glasses glimmered lightly with regret.
What the fuck?
"Please! Just stop that!"
What the FUCK?
"You're confusing me!"
"What are you tal-"
"The touching! The hand on my forehead! My shoulder! The holding my hand! Just stop it all!" Her eyes quickly switched from hurt to plain straight anger.
Poker faces were really hard to keep when you were confused as fuck. Dirk stood there, staring down at her, his mouth slightly agape at her outburst.
"I don't-"
"We're just friends! FRIENDS!" She emphasized 'friends' with such bitterness, it felt like a double bolt striking his heart. "So stop touching me like we're anything more!"
Okay yeah. That cake he mentioned earlier?
Apparently, it was made of lead and broken glass.
AN: Keeping it short for "You probably don't read this anyway" reasons. S'there anything you guys want Dirk and Jane to do together?
Or, would you like Roxy or the Guardians to make an appearance?
Review me your ideas!
I'll see if I can incorporate them :33
