Dirk's POV (Because even he didn't come out of this experience unscathed.)
Finally Roxy's mother let's you two leave after a good half an hour of catching up. You don't even understand why she has the need to get a refresher on your unchanging socially lacking lifestyle, maybe she wants to make sure you don't go insane. Honestly if that's her goal that conversation was really counter-productive.
Roxy suggests you two bring a pizza on the ride since "typically people straight up provide a movie meal instead of just throwing Doritos at people", also because she's got the munchies. So the two of you do just that, you also grab a bag of cinnamon buns for desert.
When you arrive back at the apartment everything looks surprisingly content with the exceptions of the couch cushions being completely opposite of the couch, with Dave and Jake sitting on that weird level below the cushions. You immediately regretted leaving Jake alone with your brothers after you had already left but you think he might have lucked out and kept his sanity.
Roxy puts the cinnamon buns on the first shelf since she's not tall enough to put them on the top, you look at Dave seeing his eyes light up like Christmas lights in the most literal sense. Where are his glasses? Either way you let him have this moment because you're going to put the confections on the top shelf after everyone leaves.
You, Roxy, Dave and Jake finish the film together going from after the Intermission where Jake decided to pause it for you and Roxy. Unfortunately you don't technically finish it because it glitches out near the end going a bit pixelated even and skipping to previous parts you've already seen occasionally so you turn it off. This movie gets checked out a decent amount so you're not surprised it decided to break, you still can't help but be disappointed. For once someone you knew besides Roxy was actually enjoying it.
Jake's pretty disappointed about the movie freezing up so you offer to play some anime off your laptop for everyone. Your guest actually agrees to this, another first. Your laptop dies after one episode of Shingeki No Kyojin though, prompting Jake to finally go home.
"Well, I will say that was quite a splendid way to spend the afternoon, Dick," Jake says politely.
You laugh a bit at him calling you that but really it bothered you a long time ago, "Hey, is that like a joke or..."
He looks confused, "What? No I had a great time for the most part!"
"No I mean, you calling me Dick. I'd kinda prefer if you didn't do that, sorry it's just all my classmates in school used to do it and it would piss me off."
"I thought that was your name," he says, genuinely astounded.
"It's Dirk," you say bluntly.
After this he proceeds to apologize profusely for the next ten minutes, you assure him it's alright since he didn't know but nonetheless he remains in dismay.
Around 11 pm Roxy finally has you drive her home, when you return home you place the cinnabuns on the top shelf and deem your laptop charged enough to use again. You boot it up and decide to work on one of your fanfictions. Even though you don't plan on posting them yet you still enjoy having something to be proud of for yourself, helps you feel like you actually get things done that are somewhat relevant.
Though when you go into the folder it's empty, there's nothing. You sit there for over a minute estimating the amount of hours you'd put into it all, since writing was a recent hobby you picked up none of it had been backed up or duplicated anywhere else. If it wasn't here it was really gone. The recycling bins empty and there's no viruses that you can find on your system.
It seems irrational but theft is the only logical explanation you can find, you've never told anyone your password or any hints to it though. You know Dave isn't nearly as good at computers as you and David respects your privacy so they're out of the question. Maybe Jake but you doubt he's the kind of guy proficient in computers enough to hack into your laptop but maybe he secretly is. If he didn't like coming over here you wish he'd broke the television instead of your emotions.
You take to writing a new fanfiction before you go to bed and put it in a new folder, if it's gone tomorrow you're not even sure you'll care at this point, but if it isn't then you'll finish it and post it.
It will be the lone survivor to emerge from the flames of whatever monster took your great works of romantic literature.