He's out of the shower before The Outsiders is done, but he just sits down next to you, putting an arm around your waist and pushing his face into your shoulder. You smile, and then Matt Dillon gets shot down and you stop smiling. The rest of the movie is, as always, heartbreaking and horrible, but since you've watched it so many times it's not that bad.
Once the ending credits roll around, Dirk stands up, pulling you up with him. "So, about those plans?" he asks, and you start smiling again. "I saw some more knock-off troll Doritos in that basket, they better be for me to eat."
You nod, not quite trusting yourself to talk, and wriggle your way out of his embrace and head for the kitchen. You grab the basket off the counter - shit, this thing is heavy - and hand it to him. "We're going to have a picnic and then make out. It's definitely going to be great."
"The making out or the picnic?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You turn slightly violet.
"The making out," you say, and he laughs a little. "Of course, the picnic will be perfect, too, why wouldn't it be? There's literally everything you need for a good picnic. There's food, and drinks, and snacks-"
He kisses you to shut you up and you'd be lying if that wasn't what you were going for when you started talking and wouldn't shut up. True, you do it all the time. But until Dirk, nobody has actually kissed you to shut you up. Mostly they just left.
It's a great kiss, though, and you're still standing there in shock while he adjusts his grip on the basket and heads for the door. "You coming?" he asks, and you snap out of it and follow him, making sure that your hair looks good in the reflective surface of your refrigerator. Yep. It looks great.
You walk in silence, hands hooked together, until you make it far enough away from your hive to have a decent picnic. This area is also populated by Latula and Mituna, but since Dirk ignores them, you figure that you can, too. Dirk just sits down, back against a tree, and crosses his legs, then digs into the basket like the adorable human he is. He pulls out a can of soda, hands it to you, then grabs a can for himself.
Mituna scrambles over, falling over three times in the attempt, and parks himself in front of Dirk. "I want some!"
Dirk can't really understand him, but you can, so you sigh, grab another can of soda, and throw it to him. "Will you leave us alone now?"
He says something that even you can't understand, but Latula apparently could, because she glares at you. You sigh, glancing at Dirk. You are never going to get any action now. Dirk seems slightly amused by this - either that or slightly annoyed, you can't tell which.
"Seriously, leave us alone," you say, standing up. You let your soda fall to the ground, because you have a feeling that you're going to need both hands to protect yourself once Latula loses her temper. "We came here to have a picnic and maybe some sex, not to mess around with you and your inane ramblings. So get out of here."
Dirk makes a weird noise in the back of his throat and when you look back at him he's bright red. Oops. Maybe you shouldn't have said the part about the sex. Not that knowing you shouldn't have said something has ever stopped you before, though.
"I'm so-"
"No, no, shut up," you say, taking a step forward and forgetting entirely about Latula. "I don't need you to keep on saying that you're sorry, pulling up your stupid 'harmless little troll' act just because someone's calling you out on your shit. Frankly, it's really annoying and an idiot could see through it. You just keep putting on this act, just so tha- augh!"
That last part was you getting hit across the face with a skateboard, by the way. You stumble to the side, managing to keep your balance, and lift your arm to protect your face. Fuck. You need to keep an eye on where people are while you're chewing out Mituna.
Latula's standing in front of Mituna, breathing hard, holding her skateboard in front of her. She looks absolutely murderous.
Shit.
You grin through the blood leaking through your teeth and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "Oh," you say. "I, uh, forgot you were standing there."
She takes another step toward you and you take a step back, crashing into something solid and warm and familiar.
"Alright," Dirk says, moving you behind him. You go willingly. You don't want Latula to hit you anymore, especially on the face. That's going to bruise. That's totally going to bruise. And damn does it hurt.
"Look, you seem totes rad and I have noooo idea why you hang out with this douchebag, but if you don't get out of my way, like, right now I'm going to bash your fucking skull in," Latula says, switching from her 'rad girl' thing to something incredibly scary in a second. You swallow and hide behind Dirk as best you can.
"Alright," Dirk repeats, and for a fleeting second you think that he's going to stop talking there and throw you to the wolves. Or, in this case, Latula and quite possibly Kurloz once he gets wind of what's going on. "My boyfriend is an asshole sometimes."
"All the time," Latula corrects, but Dirk just keeps going.
"I think he got the point when you hit him across the face with your skateboard," Dirk says, and Latula's hands tighten over her skateboard. She's going to hit Dirk, you know she is, but you have no idea what to do about it or if you even could do anything about it. "I don't think you need to keep beating him senseless over a few goddam words, alright?"
"Kill him!" Mituna yells from the background, already over his 'sorry' thing.
Exactly what you were talking about. It's. All. An. Act.
...And then he says something that sounds like Kurloz and you really hope that he's just saying something totally stupid right now because the only place that Kurloz could be without you seeing him right now is right behind you.
You have a feeling that he's right behind you.
You turn slowly, coming face-to-face with Kurloz Makara.
Shit.
Right behind you.
i don't know i was running out of time and it seemed like a good place to stop before tomorrow