A/N: Hello! It's been a few days and I sincerely apologize for my absence. I was at a convention, Anime Central 2013. It was so much fun! I cosplayed Damien Thorn from South Park with my girlfriend as Pip Pirrup, then I cosplayed Shiki from Togainu no Chi with my girlfriend as Akira. On Sunday I dressed as Yuki Sanada from Tsuritama with my Jimitri-shipping fan as Akira Arkargar Yamada. On Saturday I also dressed as The Once-ler. If you want pics, visit my deviantART account- named vixenfurr with two r's because some random dickhead has MY OC name.. mer.

Anyways, there's also videos (so far I have the Shiki/Akira one and the Tsuritama one up only). Here's the Shiki/Akira one: www. youtube watch?v=olwBeyvXrh0

I haven't written because I've been thinking so much about my girlfriend... I think I may be falling for her. This is hard for me to admit considering I've only been in love once and I recently got over heartbreak from that. But... wow, I'm feeling that way for her and it's becoming stronger.

So, now that I've daydreamed for a good... 2 days or so after the con with her, I can take those lovey-emotions and write them into our favorite animated gays! :'D

Enjoy this next chapter. I apologize that it's not too good, I'm still kind of busy (I have a band concert tonight and this is my last full week of school so it's a bit hectic). But summertime is coming in 2 weeks, and since I burn easily AND I hate the heat, I will be inside all day writing fanfiction. In the nice, cool air conditioning. I will probably finish before July, but if not, I will notfiy you all of my absence when I go on Vacation to England and France. But yeah! :D I'll shut up now so enjoy!


Jim dropped all of the dishes and nearly shattered them when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. His heart jumped, knowing it was Dimitri even without looking at the caller ID. His mother sighed and rolled her eyes, wiping off her damp, soapy hands on her apron as her son gushed over the phone, swooning in the spot as he answered with a dreamy, "Hello, Dimitri."

"Hello, dear," Dimitri responded lovingly, and Jim's heart did a little flip. He loved it now that Dimitri called him little loving names- nothing too gushy, but still cute, and every time he thought of this he felt like a teenage girl... whatever. He was happy.

"How was your day today?"

"Pretty good. I'm just in a good mood. Is everything running well at the bakery?"

"Yes," Jim leaned against the sink, his smile prominant on his face. "I made a loaf of bread today and it was perfect according to mom." He heard Sarah chuckle in the background. She found her son's pride adorable and amusing all at once.

"That's wonderful," Dimitri complimented, to Jim's delight. "I was wondering if I could come over there sometime. I mean, I've only ever seen the outside of it, and I've smelled it, but my taste buds are pissed and they want the real thing."

Jim let out a laugh. "Sure. Are you free tonight?"

"Yeah."

Jim turned to Sarah. "Are we free tonight?" He asked her, holding the phone away from his ear for a moment. Sarah smiled, knowing exactly what he was going to ask by the anxiousness in his eyes. Like an impatient puppy wanting to be let outside.

"I can cook dinner tonight for all of us," She said the words that made Jim bounce a little in glee.

"Then tonight you can come over and have dinner with us."

"Sounds great. What time?"

Jim turned to his mom. "What time?" He repeated.

"Six o'clock would be perfect," She called over her shoulder as she dug through the shelves for ingrediants.

"Six would work for us," Jim recited into the phone.

"I'll be there."

"Bye," Jim smiled as he hung up, feeling his heart soar. He looked at the digital clock on his phone- it was four-thirty. Normally, he would be in his room reading and whatnot, but he was helping with dishes simply because he was in such a good mood because of Dimitri. Being with Dimitri made him happier, and when he was happy he wanted to make others happy, so he was spending most of his free time helping out with the bakery duties. Even if that meant touching the gross plates, he didn't care very much.

He desperately wanted to pass time, so he started sweeping the floors and tidying up the restaurant. By the time he sweapt the floors and polished the tables with a rag, it was five-fifteen. They still had forty-five minutes to wait. Jim's mom was still cooking, and Jim didn't know what to do. He ran upstairs, deciding to fix up his room. He wanted to show Dimitri his books and his maps.

He made sure they were all organized neatly, not so sprawled about. He made his bed, kicked away any random socks or tissues.

Jim wiped the back of his hand along his forehead, taking in a deep breath. "Finished," he murmured under his breath, proud of his work.

And just then, the bell on the door jingled, signifying someone entering. Jim jumped, looking in the mirror and fixing his hair quickly before running downstairs stumbling on the last step. With a thunk, he just barely maintained his balance before running into Dimitri, who laughed and hugged him closely.

"Calm down," He joked, ruffling Jim's hair.

"I missed you," Jim argued. "I was excited, or... something like that..." He blushed, stepping away as his mom came into the restaurant.

"Dimitri! Hello, and welcome," She smiled, taking off her oven mit. "I hope chicken soup is okay."

"That sounds delicious," Dimitri smiled warmly. "I haven't had a normal meal for dinner in a while, and it sounds heavenly."

"Your life sounds so lavish," his mom wondered. "Come in, take off your shoes, get comfortable."

Jim tried to calm his racing heart as Dimitri followed him into their kitchen, the kitchen they used to eat dinner and relax, not the one permanently covered in a layer of flour with bags of cookie dough everywhere. He felt their hands brush, and Dimitri grabbed a hold of it, squeezing before letting go. Jim felt tingles rush up his arm from the contact, and he tried not to squeal or do anything too girly.

Dinner was pretty casual, which surprised Jim in a pleasant way. His mom seemed to love Dimitri, constantly complimenting his manners and his clothing and hair and everything else Jim hadn't listed off in his head. Dimitri was very polite and kind, willing to chat but not too much. Once dinner was over, Jim shyly asked Dimitri to show him his room. Of course, Dimitri smiled and was 'more than happy to see.'

"It's not that exciting," Jim explained as he pushed open the door, hoping his efforts on cleaning the room at least paid off a little. Dimitri stood still for a moment, then slowly made his way inside. Jim watched nervously, thinking Dimitri didn't like his cluttered room.

In reality, Dimitri wasn't speaking because he's always wanted a room like the one he was standing in. Small bed with worn out blankets, dusty bookshelves, old books with yellow pages and mysteriously blank covers with little or no design, the spines faded and frayed. He admired the little models of planets hanging from Jim's ceiling, adding a little childish touch to the whole library-like room.

"This room is so comfy," Dimitri commented, and Jim stopped holding his breath. He smiled and stood a little straighter.

"It gets small at times, but I do like how I feel like I'm in my own private study." He followed Dimitri's eyes to the planets, and felt his cheeks tint in embarrassment.

"Those are old," he said defensively, not wanting to look like the little boy with the race-car bed or anything dorky or unappealing. He liked his bad-ass look on the motorcycle. Dimitri only smiled at Jim.

"They're better than the bottom of a canopy," he stated. "I'd love to look at little planets before falling asleep, wondering if I could one day fly a rocket ship through the galaxy..."

Jim felt his heart soar, much like the rocket in his imagination. Jim did exactly that before he fell asleep, dreaming himself as an astronaut in space...

"You can one day," Jim said out loud, and Dimitri gave him a flirtatious glance. Jim felt his cheeks flush red. "I-I mean, not implying that w-we're going to... um.. I mean..."

Jim sputtered before a finger landed on his lips, hushing him. Jim looked up at him in shock before jerking his eyes to the floor, shaking slightly at their closeness. He's thought of that sort of thing before, but this is the first time he ever mentioned something like that.

The finger on his lips moved down to his chin. Jim's gaze was forced upwards, for his face was lifted. He locked eyes with Dimitri, his breath momentarily stuck in his throat as Dimitri's face came closer...

... before something crashed downstairs. Jim jumped away and gave Dimitri an apologetic look before rushing down the stairs. Sarah was lifting up a chair. "Sorry, I knocked it over." She looked at Jim with a raised eyebrow.

Jim blushed, realizing she probably knocked over the chair on purpose because it got to silent. Dimitri trotted down the stairs, stepping around him and clearing his throat. "Well, I better get leaving. Jim?"

Jim blinked, looking to him with slight shock and humiliation.

"Would you like to come have dinner at my mansion Friday night?" Dimitri smiled a bit, and Jim looked to his mom desperately.

To his joy, his mother smiled. "Of course, Dimitri. It was so nice to meet you."

"I'll see you then, Jim," Dimitri winked and closed the door behind him, leaving Jim's heart racing and his mind replaying the scene in his bedroom.