Jake's POV

And you aim to do just that! Enjoying Dirk's music book you mean, you're not sure why you'd need to clarify that. It hasn't been very long since he showed it to you, so obviously you'd still know what you're talking about.

You open the first page, then glance to Dirk to make sure he's actually okay with this. You wouldn't want to pressure someone into sharing their art and soul on impulse. However, you're reassured entirely, Dirk's poorly hiding the fact that he's on the edge of his seat anticipating your reactions. If anything the pressure is on you.

You proceed, flipping through a few more pages passing the various short notes on things or what looks to be chicken scratch until you spot something that looks concrete. It's a full, well thought through page with something that is likely an all out fully finished piece of music. You study it with amazement, then horror as you can't understand half of the blasted thing, and, yup, cucumberplanks! Dirk's still sporting that expectant did-I-do-good puppy-look and you have no idea if the mutt did or didn't, wait you think Dirk would be a purebred though, he's got that upstanding aura of class to him, despite the worrying amount of chip bags and energy drinks you saw leave his room.

"So... um, the title is uh, well," he awkwardly pauses, everything feels awkward right now and there isn't even really a good reason for it, you're just an ignorant idiot in the field of musical art. "The title isn't really important, just some Japanese thing I thought would be creative to use, like oooh it's another language so mysterious. It's not. Just... Watashi wa bitoitto toki, watashi wa kono kyoku o sozo shite mite kudasai, I think it's safe to assume you don't know what it says." He finishes, looking a bit embarrassed, now you actually want to know what it means, it's probably something really poetic that to some philosopher like him seems just silly and mundane.

"I'm sure it's an alright title, even if you translated it over to mask its meaning a bit. Really though you've unintentionally made me even more curious about this piece, now I really want to know the monikers meaning. O-of course you don't have to explain it if you don't wish to it's ju- oh is that it right there?" You finally notice some small cursive beside the name enclosed in brackets, it looks English.

You sound it out stupidly, "Wh-e-n I," cursive is hard to read, it's even harder when the book is immediately snatched from you and flipped to an entirely different page.

"IReallyLikeThisOneActually, I'veBeenLookingForSomeone'sConstructiveOpinionOnIt!" He stutters out at a horrifyingly quick pace before slamming the booklet back down in front of you.

"I... Alrighty then. I suppose this piece is simply so impressive that it couldn't wait!" There's only a speck of passive-aggression in your tone you think. You can read this piece a little easier but there's still some miscellaneous symbols you can't even begin to interpret. You take too long to respond again.

"You don't quite know all of this stuff yet do you?" Herring be damned, however in the halibut did he figure it out?

"That is the safest thing to assume yes," you want to hang your head in shame, the charade is done with. You don't do that previous thing though because you'd look silly, no one does that in real life, as a result of you not doing that thing you catch the slight ebb of disappointment in his features.

"Guess we should get back to actually studying then," he goes to shut the book but your hand catches his gently as you counter his suggestion.

"Your work is probably wonderful, I just don't really understand the meidum all that well. I'd still like to see some of it though, I have an exam for my music class coming up, so I really should be more knowledgeable on this subject," you confess.

His disappointed aura fades and he seems to come back again as enthusiastic as before, "Oh, I guess I could teach you some music theory then."

You and Dirk continue the adventure through his senior year music booklet. Along the way you discover many interesting pieces of music, some cartoon illustrated depictions of varying phalli that he claims originated out of boredom during the class, and musical terminology you never heard of. Including embouchure which, apparently, Dirk thought needed a visual demonstration as he defined it, you held back your laughter as long as you could because he hadn't taken notice of how lewd of gestures he'd been making. Eventually he figured it out and stopped dead on the spot. You went back to the book and found some sketches that deeply contrasted the penises by artistic nature, drawings of people, animals, places and the like. They're really beautiful, eventually you tone down the compliments because Dirk is getting far too bashful about them and his face is heating up with every word of praise you give him.

After you've explored about half of the book's majesty your party is interrupted by both and Senior. David bangs on the door politely requesting you let Dave in to retrieve his cinnamon buns, followed by a brisk apology for knocking so loudly.

Dirk obliges and the fun is over, he puts the book away and permits Dave entrance. The lad is reunited with his glazed, cinnamon dough rings, only instead of leaving he decides to eat them on Dirk's bed. You stifle a laugh as you see Dirk's expression turn to one of sick twisted horror as he observes Dave getting crumbs all over his formerly tidy bed.

"Do you mind," it isn't a question when Dirk says it, rather a blunt prompt.

Dave ignores his cue to vacate, "Not at all, continue studying each other's dicks or whatever you were actually doing," he takes a messy bite of his last cinnamon bun, slowly enjoying the taste.

"For you're information we were actually studying," Dirk says.

"Each other's dicks, I know. I just said that."

"Don't be a smart ass, David might hear you," Dirk snaps, putting away the rest of the studying materials, then attempting to straighten out his bed while Dave is being a pain.

"Come on," Dave makes air-quotes with his free hand, "me and my boyfriend are gonna go 'study' for a bit in my room with the door locked," is the lamest excuse," Dave says finishing the last cinnamon bun, or really his shirt just finished the last cinnamon bun.

Dirk's new tactic of trying to ignore Dave seems to be working well for him, however that leaves you to rebuttal Dave's claims. You struggle in disproving him since part of you imagines briefly if his statements were true, you turn around because you're probably blushing.

"Whatever, I'll leave you guys to keep being gay by yourselves, even I can feel the sexual tension," he stretches sexual out longer than necessary before dismounting from the "DragonBallZ" comforter and leaving, he lowers his shades and winks as he shuts the door.

Sour cinnamon buns! You knew he was Satan's prodigy, that single image of his bright red iris wont be leaving your memory anytime soon, or your nightmares for that matter.

You figure any potential moments you and Dirk were sharing are over and it's probably time for you to go home, you turn back to Dirk and try to ignore the way his gentle fingers caress the multiple loose-leaf sheets of notepaper as he neatly stacks and sorts them.

"D-Dirk, uh so, I should get going eh? Heh," holy fuddeltrombone lets try that again.

"I mean we should definitely do this again, hangout that is, I think I've boned up on my studying pretty decently," you're boned, now you want to be, shit now you have one, "maybe dinner sometime?" Dinner is definitely something a friend and his crush can enjoy in an entirely mutual atmosphere.

After a few seconds he responds, "Ok."

Holy shit you realized that sounds an awful lot like a date, you really need to leave but you're still standing here astounded that your slip up actually made you progress, this is truly the bee's tiny fragile knees.

Jake's just kind of standing there staring at you now, unsure, but you're not much better off. Okay is all you could manage or else your facade would've fallen down the worst metaphorical flight of stairs, there wasn't even a warning about the stairs. He totally just asked you on a date out of nowhere. You're starting to doubt he actually meant to but... this is actually kinda good. Holy shit you did it, someone wants some of this ham and you're damn well not gonna refuse 'em a slice. Hell, maybe later on you'll even let them slap some honey on that shit and glaze it up. Wait, what, okay really though it probably is time for Jake to go, you don't even know what you're making metaphores about anymore.

Once you manage to calm bloody-well down you and Dirk sheepishly talk out the details of the not-not-a-date, then say your goodbyes and part ways. Once you reach the apartment doors you turn heel and take the elevator back up, knock on his door and reaffirm him that he was in fact your ride home, after the trip back you finally part ways for the evening.