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Be Dirk
You sit at your table in the corner of the Starbucks, facing the rest of the room, scanning it for the familiar face you love. You're glad you've exchanged pictures with Jane before, otherwise, quite a few of the girls you've seen in the past hour could have been her. You glance down at your phone to check the time – there's five minutes until ten. Your heart starts beating insanely as you worry she might not be coming, she has always seemed the kind of girl to be early. But there's still five minutes, you remind yourself.
To keep yourself calm, you open the convo between you and your little bro.
She's not coming, I knew she'd chicken out. Fuck, this sucks. You type out and await a response.
Sucker i guess no sex for you oh wait … shes a fuckin prude. He replies a moment later.
Shut the fuck up. You groan and prop your head in your palm. You grumpily glance around the room once more, though you don't have very high hopes.
Until you see a head of short, black, curly hair. The girl is wearing a bright blue jacket, meaning it can only be Jane. She's standing in line and turns her head just enough for you to get a glance at the side of her face. She's wearing glasses and has a cutely rounded face, just like Jane.
You're so stunned you can't bring yourself to get up. You just sit in your seat for a minute, mouth gaping slightly. What if she's so turned off by you that she leaves immediately. She's so pretty, she doesn't deserve you.
You slowly stand from your chair, collecting your coffee and cautiously make your way over to her. You nervously extend your hand to tap her shoulder, she spins around, flustered for a moment.
"Dirk?" She wonders, you nod and a huge smile lights up her face. Oh, god, what are you doing, you can't do anything for this girl. "Dirk, golly, I can't believe I'm finally seeing you!" She suddenly pulls you into a hug, making your heart skip a beat and your lungs stop drawing air. Jane pulls away after a few moments to stare at your face.
"Nice shades, by the way." She giggles.
"Like in them animes." You chuckle.
"Yeah," Jane smiles up at you. Her toothy grin is so cute, you don't know how long you're going to be able to make it without kissing her and creeping the fuck out of her. "I just can't believe I'm actually seeing you right now. After all this time!" She wraps her arms around your waist again, this time for longer.
"Hey, Jane, she can take your order now." She jumps away from you, causing you to smirk as she places her order. She asks for some girly sounding coffee and you wait in line with her for it to be prepared. They hand her the cup as well as a bagel after calling out her name. You lead her back to the table you had been sitting at. You sip your coffee as she finishes her bagel.
"I have not had a thing to eat since the kraft dinner I made for me and John yesterday after school. I am starving." Jane states as she finishes off the bagel.
"Wow, I thought you'd make like a cake or something and eat it on the way."
"Are you calling me fat?" Jane wonders suggestively. You're about to argue that that was not what you meant, but her face breaks into a joker's smile, "I'm teasing. You'd never say something like that to someone's face, unless they deserved it. I know you too well."
"Yeah, you do." He agreed, but then the thought that she would know about his crush on her if she knew him better.
"I made some cookies, I planned to eat a few, but John had some, 'cause he didn't know I was going away, and I had to keep some for you. By the way, your brother is a major tattletale." Jane sips her coffee grumpily.
"Why? What'd he do?"
"He told John I was coming to meet you before I left."
"He didn't tell your dad, right?"
Jane shakes her head, "Nah, but he wanted to come to meet Dave."
"Yeah, Dave wanted to come too."
"Does he have a thing for John?"
"Yeah, and John has a things for him, right?"
"Definitely."
"And we're the only ones that know." You chuckle. A small smile flashes across her face before she takes another sip, "So, you made me cookies?"
"Oh, yes, I did!" Jane suddenly straightens up, she sets down the cup and reaches for her bag, "I would have made cupcakes or something, but those would have been too hard to pack," She says as she pulls out a bag filled with chocolate chip cookies.
"Sweet, I can't believe you actually made them just for me."
"Well, you always tell me how much you'd love to taste my cooking." She pulls one cookie out for herself and hands the rest to you. You excitably snatch the bag from her grasp and shove half a cookie into your mouth. "Woah, slow down, I made them for you to enjoy, not choke on."
You smirk and swallow the chewy deliciousness, "If I had to die from eating something, it would be your cooking. I mean, I'd choose that, not saying it's bad." You say before she can accuse you of something again, even if she's just joking around.
"Then I'd feel terrible."
"But I'd die a happy death."
"Oh, I guess that's alright then."
"So, what the fuck are we gonna do?"
"I have no idea, I never planned that far." Jane says as she glances around the store thoughtfully.
"Great, so we get to just hang out in a hotel for the entire time."
"I would have looked for a few things, but I was a bit preoccupied with getting outside without my dad killing me."
"Right, I shoulda done that yesterday. Sorry."
"It's okay! It means we can just dawdle until we find something to do!" Jane says happily.
"Gonna be fun!" You agree with a bit of enthusiasm knitted in, "Do you wanna stop at the hotel to drop off your bag?"
"You have a hotel room already?"
"Yeah, I came a day early."
"Oh, okay, great, let's go." Jane stands, reaching to grab her bag, but you decide to be a gentleman and grab it before she can.
"I'll be taking this."
"Dirk, I can carry it myself."
"But this way I can make sure you won't make a run for it." You grin.
"Why would I ever do that?"
"I dunno, but you're pretty insane, you do some pretty stupid shit."
"I do not!"
"By stupid I meant funny."
"I still don't!"
"Who's the one that forgot to turn off the cam and began singing for me?"
"Roxy probably did that..."
"Okay, yeah, but she was drunk." Jane doesn't reply, she just trots along the sidewalk next to you with a stubborn expression. You smirk at the adorable face, "You weren't that bad. Much better than Roxy's drunken slurs."
"She'd probably be a lot better if she stayed sober for, like, five minutes."
"Nah, you're singing's probably the best," You say, "If Dave ever makes that musical Sweet Bro movie, I'll make sure you get an audition."
She laughs antagonizingly, "Right, me, an actress, and a singer. Okay." She pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eyes.
"It's that kind of attitude that makes you bomb the audition."
"You know I'm not meant for the stage."
"You think, but I would watch any movie you're in."
She blushes a bit at your remark, but replies with; "You'd probably be the only one in the theatre."
"Not if it was the Sweet Bro musical," You say flatly, then grin, "Dave would be there, too."
Jane giggles, covering her mouth with her hand, then snorts accidentally and stops abruptly.
"Oh, my fucking god," You say, "That was fuckin' perfect."
"Oh, gosh, no, I hate it when I do that."
"'Course you do."
"I feel like such a dork when I do it."
"You are a dork. You're related to John, he's a major dork. I think you guys need to stop having so many dorky movie marathons. His dorkiness is rubbing off on you."
She shrugs, "Oh, well, maybe I'll lose some of that dorkiness when I move out."
"Doubt it." You scoff. She glares at you pointedly from the corner of her eye.
"I guess there's no hope for me."
"Nope, none at all. You'll be a dork for life. You'll be a dorky eighty year old woman knitting dorky movie sweaters, or whatever the dorky version of whatever it is old ladies do."
"I think you're a dork just for saying dork that much."
"Ssshhhh, Jane, no," You reach to cover her mouth, "No, quiet, Jane. Sh, bad." Jane tries to slap your hand away, but you're stronger than her and she gives up in a fit of giggles.
You spot the hotel and lead her to the entrance, you pull open the entrance and hold it for her with your foot. She smiles, saying a giggly "thank you" as she passes. She walks next to you as you make your way across the lobby to the elevator. You both impatiently wait for the elevator to arrive, she steps in first, then you set her bag in the otherwise empty compartment. You find and press the glimmering button labeled with a five.
Unlocking the door to your room, you lead her inside, then shut the door. You toss Jane's bag onto a chair next to the little table. Jane flops onto the made bed next to yours. She closes her eyes, as if she's about to fall asleep. You smile at her happily relaxed expression before crawling onto the bed with her. Your body hovers above her, keeping her from moving. She slowly opens her eyes.
"Since we don't have anything planned, we have a lot of free time, huh?" You say, "We could have some fun."
Jane's face twists up as she tries to figure out what you mean. Her eyes widen in recognition, while her entire face goes red.
You laugh at her embarrassed face, "I'm just kidding," You roll over onto the bedding next to her, "Unless you want to."
"Dirk!" She squeaks.
You laugh, "You're such a square."
"Am not!"
You smirk in opposition to her opinion, but she doesn't react to your attitude.
"But I should probably have a shower before we do anything else. I was sitting on that bus for too long." She jumps up from the bed to retrieve a shampoo bottle from her bag and enters the bathroom and closing the door behind her, but you notice that she didn't lock the door behind her. She actually does trust you, no matter how pervy you come off to her.