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"So, kinda like our old high school parties?" Victor questioned, reaching up to place one hand behind his neck, unsure.
"Yeah, that'll be so cooool!" We haven't been as laid back lately." Garfield exclaimed while slamming his full soda cup onto the table, spilling some in the process. "Oops." He shrugged, sheepish.
As Rachel passed him a few napkins, she replied, "Yup, just like high school. Just don't obliterate my house this time."
Richard leaned back in his seat, "Ah, well, we all know that's not gonna happen. Its never a successful party without a trashed house, haha!" He laughed, reminiscing on how many times each of their houses got fucked, their parents nearly boiling over in anger.
Rachel smirked a bit, chuckling, "Well, at least try and keep it to a minimal."
Just then, an old friend Terra walked towards their table, eyes scanning each of them.
Gar's own eyes shot up to meet a French blue gaze as his mouth instantaneously curved up into a welcoming, heart warming smile.
She mirrored this, extending her arms as he stood to give her a friendly hug.
Terra was an adult suppossibly, but still had the exuberance of youth. Her hair was a sort of mix between golden blonde and honey brown that dripped all the way down to the bottom of her perfect arse, though she was still lanky. She walked with all the confidence of someone a decade older. Her skin was still flawless, like glittering silk, so pleasing to the eyes. Speaking of which, her eyes were so adorned by everyone, the shade of blue they held were the most playful, welcoming things anyone'd ever seen.
The three friends looked on awkwardly as the couple embraced each other for awhile, Victor could've sworn her felt the jealousy radiate off of Rachel, as did Richard.
"Hey Terra, just gonna stand there and hug Gar and leave the rest of us hanging?" Richard laughed, a bit forced, when suddenly he was lifted off his seat and into a bone-crushing hug.
He choked, his lungs expelling all the air they previously held.
He'd forgotten how strong she was.
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Gar and Terra used to date before Rachel came to their sleepy school, she came from the far off country of Azarath. She was quite distant from the rest of the students, no one ever knew why. She was beautiful, though her skin was so pale it almost came off as grey, she had a sort of natural beauty. She never wore make-up for the most part, the only exception was when she went to a party or somewhere like a Wayne charity event. Her hair was a plum color and shoulder length (well now it was mid-back), and her eyes where a visible violet, she had often gotten accused of wearing colored contacts, but after awhile of the students getting used to her, the accusations fell and the people could care less. She had such a curvy figure, it was definitely something to marvel at. In fact, with Richard still being the playboy he was, going through puberty, and still trying to control his youthful testosterone levels present then, you could say her curves were what drove him to talk to her in the first place, besides the fact that they were seated next to each other when she first arrived. Such boyish thoughts soon diminished and faded into a more 'overprotective' feeling towards the girl a couple of weeks into getting to know her. He felt it was his priority to protect her from all the nasty comments and rude remarks about her, a little after this feeling took over she was much like a sister to him. They spent a lot of time together, sharing secrets, meeting new friends, having study circles, ect. He found that where she's from the people hardly show any emotion, so she was having a difficult time learning and expressing them properly.
That was until he introduced her to Garfeild.
In the beginning, she seemingly hated the kid, never laughing at his stupid jokes, making eye contact, she didn't even like sitting near him at the lunch table. Though she was so reluctant to stay away, he only wanted to be near her, to know more about her. But, during their junior year together, she began to show more intimate emotions towards the boy. They started to hit things off, learn more about each other.
Both Rachel and Gar knew he'd been dating Terra since the middle of sophomore year, the two where inseparable. It was a shock to everyone she Gar announced that Rachel and himself where dating, but weren't too serious yet. Many hearts felt for Terra, who did not seem too heart broken over the situation. Terra treasured everything between Gar and herself, and if that meant they could only be friends then she was fine with it. Or at least that's what she claimed.
When senior year came rolling around, it was known that Terra and Rachel had a mutual rivalry. Mostly petty things like stealing Gar for the weekend, or in Rachel case, kissing Gar continuous in front of Terra. Fortunately, though, the rivalry ended as quickly as it started.
And everything was almost as it used to be.
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"My God, Richard! I haven't seen you since we all graduated! You look .." Terra released him from her embrace, then swept her eyes over him, studying him closely, "..great!" She finished before moving to Victor, who was now standing as well.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat drug in!" Vic laughed, taking Terra's hand but instead of the expected handshake, she tugged him in for a hug as well.
"How's my big boy been doin'?!" Terra exclaimed, crushing him with the same force she'd done Richard.
"Just f-fine lil' lady!" Vic coughed, struggling to breathe.
After releasing Vic, she headed over to Rachel, opening her arms for her as well.
Except Rachel wasn't standing.
Terra stood, awkward as she pushed a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear and breathed in.
"Still stubborn as usual, I see." She laughed before attacking Rachel in a more gently hug. "C'mon, hug me back!" Terra laughed, after awhile of holding Rachel. She finally gave in, draping her arms around the blonde, rolling her eyes in the process.
The boys breathed a sigh of relief, then seated themselves, quick to conversation.
Somehow, they were brought back to the topic of the party.
"So, you think you'll come through?" Gar asked Terra, a little too eager.
"Yeah, got nothing else to do that night, hell, I never plan for anything." She laughed, taking a bite of her nachos.
"Ohh, still with with the whole 'I go where the wind takes me' gist?" Richard chuckled, he admired that about her.
"Of course! It's a lifestyle." Terra joked, smiling goofily.
That made Richard laugh aloud, covering his face in his hands, he'd been getting a little tipsy during their stay at the restaurant.
Rachel shot him a look, noticing how loose he was being.
She always had a way of reading people.
"Um, maybe we should call it a night, huh?" Rachel smiled, looking back at rest of the group.
"Wait! I need a ride, I sorda got dropped off here." Terra said, smiling sheepishly, slightly embarrassed.
"Who dropped you off?" Gar asked with concern written all over his face.
"My boyfriend, we kinda go into a little fight so I walked over here from the gas station by the freeway. Figured he'd cool off a bit and I'd take a taxi home." She checked her silver watch, "I mean I didn't think I'd be staying here this long, what time do the busses stop runni-"
"NO!" Gar cut in, surprising everyone by his tone of voice, "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Rachel and I could give you a ride." He looked over at Rachel, a worried expression.
It was quiet for a moment before Vic spoke up, "Nah, its fine man, I can give lil' miss here a ride, no problem." He help his right hand up, smiling thankfully.
Garfield almost looked defeated as Vic took off with Terra at his side and Richard could feel the tension between Rachel and Garfeild.
Boy, he was getting chewed out when they got home.
"Ha, well I guess that's my que to leave, c'ya later guys." Richard stood quickly, walking a a very brisk pace to the door of the facility.
Once in the car, he whipped out his phone, half expecting a phone call or even a text from Barbara.
Nothing, good.
But there was a message.
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Received 12:55am, Conatct: Kori A.
Hey, what r u up to 2morrow morning? :)
Read - 1:28am
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New message: To - Kori A. :
Nothing much unless Rach has anything planned, wassup? :)
Delivered - 1:29am
Read - 1:29am
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Received 1:31am, Contact: Kori A.
I was thinking we could check out this rlly cool book store downtown Jump, u up 4 it? ;)
Read - 1:33am
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New message: To - Kori A. :
Sounds good, been looking 4 new books lately, how convenient. I'm always up for anything with u, kor.
Delivered - 1:34am
Read - 1:36am
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Received 1:45am, Contact: Kori A.
U ok? Um, I'll pick u up 2morrow at 10 then ..get some sleep, Grayson.
Read - 1:45am
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"Grayson?", that was the last thought Richard had before he entered the dark of his hotel room.
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"Hello?" I answered, my voice gruff from having just waking.
"Hey, Dick, sorry I couldn't set your ass straight yesterday." Babs? Wait, when did I even fall asleep last night?
"Oh, ummmmm." I drug out the 'm' as long as I could, recollecting the day after Kori left, when Babs cut off my thoughts.
"Dick! Hah, stop!" She giggled, "I'm at work and everyone can hear you from my phone!"
I laughed, I loved embarrassing her while she's in the office, "Ha, sorry baby. I just knocked myself out last night."
"Well, how's Jump?"
"The same, more or less I suppose."
"How's your old buddies?" Uh oh.
"Ummmmm.."
"Dick!" She giggled again, so goddamned cute.
"Oh, what did you ask again?"
"How are your friends, Dick?"
"The same, more or less."
"Ah, you're being boring, gimmie some details babe."
"Actually," I checked the bedside clock; 9:13. "I need to get up, I'm trying to go catch breakfast with Kor-" I stopped myself in my tracks.
Well, shit.
"Kori?" She questioned, a hint of jealously ringing in her voice.
"Yeah, um, its fine. We're just friends," wow, another Dick move, "Look, I know it sounds bad but please just trust me, kay? I haven't spoken with her since ..well you know. It's nice to catch up with her. Besides, even if I was tempted, you're my number one, remember?" I chuckled, sitting up on my bed to switch the hand my phone was in.
"Dick, I mean I trust you ..but I don't know. I just don't trust her I guess .." She trailed off.
"Aw, come on baby. Nothing's changed between me and her. Friends. Same as always." Lying through my now clenched teeth, I hate feeding her bullshit like this.
"Well, okay. Call me later then ..oh and your Dad."
"Why?"
"Business, I mean I'm just guessing. Gotta go, talk to you later babe." Click.
I tossed my phone on my pillow, now aggravated at how she hung up on me.
I lifted myself off the beds, disoriented for a few seconds by how fast I stood up.
Of course I have a headache. How typical.
I rubbed my eyes, my head tilting upright to try and wake myself up even more. Then, I made for the bathroom, grabbing a few necessary toiletries along the way from the one suitcase I packed for the trip.
I hopped into the shower, the warm water feeling great against my back. It's been awhile since I have been able to unwind. This trip was supposed to be all about that, but again, it is my fault I'm in this predicament.
I swiped some water off my face, then lathered my hair with spring smelling shampoo, it's sad really. This is the only time in a couple of months that I actually feel content.
I could stay in here forever.
I began to bathe myself in my shampoo again unconsciously, lost in thought.
I was in my own little world by the time I got out and dried myself off, I even 'accidentally' shaved my recently well known scruff. Ah, just give it a couple of days.
I dressed into a white and black grid styled, long-sleeved button up with dark washed fitted blue jeans, which I rolled at the bottom to my ankle. I sprayed myself a few times with my signature fragrance; Versace Eros.
After that, I slipped into a navy blue blouson and black casual leather shoes with light brown soles. Then, of course, I put my sunglasses in their place. I always have to make a fashion statement.
Studying my reflection of any imperfection I may have missed and clarifying that there was none to be found, I exited my front door, always remembering to make sure it's locked behind me. I made my way to the elevator, wondering why I was trying to look so good for breakfast. I don't recall saying it was a date.
Oh yeah, its just to 'makeup' for how I handled things yesterday.
Real nice, Grayson.
The elevator doors slid open and a man strode out, laughing into his phone, I boarded shortly after he left, leaving me to stand near a brunette woman, who was currently leaning against the side of the glass elevator, looking down at her phone. From underneath her unkempt hair peeked eyes of hazel and honey. She had on a nice knee length flowing white dress with a short leather jacket and matching strappy heels, though still casual.
She looked oddly familiar.
I was trying not to look too hard, so I glanced down at my watch and shoved my hands into my pockets, watching the number of the floors decrease.
"Hey," I heard the woman ask.
I glanced back in her direction, mesmerized by the deep swirls of brown and green that colored her pupils, golden black mascara on her half-lidded eyes added a smokey and dramatic look, "you're Dick Grayson, huh."
I cleared my throat, "Mhm.."
"Oh." She looked down at her phone again, shocking me that she didn't even seem fazed.
Damn, only leven 5? Geez, can this thing go any slower?
"Well, what brings the 'Golden Boy' back to Jump?" The girl asked, dropping her phone into her leather pocket and resting her back against the wall, completely facing my direction now. Her hair fell in her face a bit, but it seemed not to bother her.
"Just old friends, what brings you here?" I asked, facing in her direction now as well, trying to start a conversation and be polite at the same time.
"Just old friends." She smiled, I could tell she was trying to be polite as well. "Shouldn't you be in a higher class place though? This isn't really 'suite' worthy."
"I try and keep things simple." I chuckled, amused at her smile.
"Ah, well, you and me both."
"Hm?" I asked, a little confused at her statement.
She held out her hand, "I'm Nicolette Cole, but just call me Nic."
I reached for her hand and he gave me a surprisingly firm shake.
"My father is the senator of the state," she clarified, so that's where I knew her from. Must've seen her at one of Bruce's charity events. "I'm really not even supposed to be here today." Nic laughed, mostly at herself.
"Oh yeah, I understand." Just then, the elevator doors slid open and Nic an I stepped off into the lobby but continued to conversation about various things on our way on our way to our separate cars; politics, powerful men and women, hobbies, and even ourselves.
As weird as it sounds, I enjoyed talking to her.
She wasn't pushy about anything, and I was comfortable around her. She didn't seem to be looking for anything more than a friend in me.
She began to part ways with me and a sudden feeling of panic rose from the pit of my stomach. So, being logical, I offered to walk her to her car, and of course she obliged.
Once at the side of her grey Hummer, I jotted my number down on her arm and made her swear not to give it to anyone, which she found quite funny.
She said she wouldn't and I know she won't. She doesn't seem like that type of girl.
We took a picture together, as she claimed she does with all the contacts in her phone, and that's when we finally parted. Me, being a little sad.
I walked over to my car on the other side of the lot and made for Kori's house, for a moment totally forgetting that I had to pick her up for brunch, almost as if it was a priority.
Oh wait, it is.
A some thirty minutes later, I arrived at Kori's house around 10:41.
Drawing in a deep breath, I psyched myself up enough to get out and stand at her front door, debating whether I should just go back to Gotham and leave of this nonsense behind me once and for all.
I rang the doorbell and stepped off her porch to marvel at her new home.
On the outskirts of Jump nearing the woods and sea shore, she lived in a cape cop style house, built with a steeper roof and large chimney, I suppose for when the winter comes rolling around. Windows flanking the front door, dormer windows up top and cedar shingles atop the roofline extending down to the first floor ceiling level. It had such a rustic symmetry, the white trim added a pop of fresh contrast. The shudders and door where painted a rich, inviting red. It definitely draws attention to the windows and the coordinates of the chimney.
It was just so homey.
So her.
I heard the snaps of the door being unlocked and opened, drawing my attention away from her house and to focus on her.
She slid out with the heartwarming smile I knew so well, though she was just trying to make me feel better about what I'd done.
Although I had many second thoughts, I smiled back instead of ranting about how she needs to stop treating me so well, as if all is good.
She looked great, not that I expected any less.
She was wearing a simple green vertically striped button-front shirt, distressed jeans and white sneakers, her hair pulled into two pig-tails. Her eyes were the glimmering color of deep forest pools, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like the fresh sheen of morning dew.
She wasn't even trying and she was beautiful.
"Morning Kor." I chuckled a bit, shaking my head as I looked her up and a down once more, removing my sunglasses and tucking them away in the collar of my shirt.
"Good morning, Richard." My eyes intently shot up to meet hers, much like a dog being called.
She seemed to purr my name, if she keeps that up I won't be going back to Gotham anytime soon.
"Yes?"
"What?" She asked, completely innocent, both of us still standing in our places.
She has no idea how perfectly my name fits in her vocabulary.
"You said my name, right?" I asked, unknowingly grinning like a small child.
"Um, I believe I bid you a 'good morning'?
"Oh yeah." I cleared my throat, embarrassed. "Thanks? You too?"
"Are we just gonna stand here 'oogling' each other or are you going to treat me brunch, Grayson?" She laughed.
Again, with that Grayson.
"Mhm, yeah. Okay, can we go?" I was so confused. Last night she somewhat hated my guts, now she's acting like nothing happened.
Actually, what happened to her?
I thought of am the possibilities as I opened the passenger side door for her, the only thing I can manage right now is that she wants to kill me.
Yup, that's it.
I jogged over to the drivers side and sunk down into my seat, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had begun to turn white as I drove, my eyes glued to the road. I'm not going to say a word, it could potentially piss her off.
My lips were now pressed in a firm line, kept shut.
"...Richard?" Goddamn, my name again.
"Hm?" I glance over for a few seconds to see her back against the door, one foot propped up on the seat while her chin rested atop her knee. No seat belt.
"I asked where we're going?" She yawned, closing her eyes after the sentence.
"Put on your seatbelt." I stated, coming off cold unintentionally, my eyes plastered to the road.
I could hear her adjusting in her seat and the satisfying sound of the seat belt buckle. "On edge today, I see." She muttered underneath her breath.
I sighed and tried to relax, "Um ..I forgot to ask where you wanna go to eat. Sorry, I've been over thinking lately." She's crazy, I know it. No one's mood can just change that much overnight.
She laughed, clearly amused at my internal struggling. "How about we just go to 11-Worth café?"
"Sounds fine to me." I forced a smile.
This girl is the most confusing person I've ever met.
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He's so cute when he doesn't know what to do.
I can't help but laugh laugh at his pain. Serves his right anyways, I have a bruise on my arm where her grabbed me last night, the long sleeves where necessary. That being said, I'm either going to have to wear make-up over it to hide or not model until it fades away.
Of course, I'm not going to tell him it bruised, he'll just freak out even more.
I turned my head to him, he's still as gorgeous as ever.
He looked so focused today, but when I call his name he looks so lost, his eyes would get intense and void of any other than lost.
So, so lost
Alas, this look would come to an end and his cerulean eyes would again fill with the same ice and cold midwinter breeze that would cut me deep enough to scar. Oh, those eyes I knew so well.
He caught me looking at him and forced yet another broken smile, I hated it.
But I can't stay mad at him.
We pulled into the lot of the restaurant and he slammed on the brakes, causing me to jerk forward in my seat.
"What the hell, Richard!" I exclaimed after recovering from the halt, a little shaken up. I knew he was tense today, but not this tense.
"Damnit." He muttered, "Sorry, Kor, I-I just like .." Silence.
"So you like this spot huh?" He asked, still gripping the steering wheel and looking ahead.
"Yeah ..are you feeling okay today, Dick?" I felt it important to say 'Dick' and not 'Richard', I feel like it has something to do with how he's feeling right now.
"Yup." He jumped out of the car and before I knew it he was on my side, opening the door for me. "How'd you sleep last night?" He asked, friendlier than usual.
"Fine, and you?" I took his hand and he helped me to my feet, draping his arms around my shoulder in the process.
"Yep, yep." He sighed.
Odd.
Everything about him is just off today.
His 'to-die-for' charm especially.
Suddenly, he squeezed my arm slightly, causing me to wince in pain involuntarily.
He stopped dead in his tracks, turning me to face him.
"Oh my- Kori, did I hurt you last night?, he whispered to me frantically.
"Dick, I- it doesn't hurt." I lied, looking away from his now panicked eyes and drug my gaze to the ground.
"I'm sorry baby ..I'm so so sorry .." He pulled me close, whispering how sorry he was ever so softly.
Eventually, I began to feel comfortable, drinking in his scent and losing myself in his embrace, I could faintly hear his begging me to say something as he held me tighter.
Flustered, I pushed him away, my brows knitted together at his expression.
He looked so sincere, unlike all the other times he'd apologized profusely, his eyes glazed over as if he were to cry soon. Unmanly, but justified.
"Richard ..everything is okay. Don't cry over this little thing," I mentioned towards my arm, "nothing to stress over, really. Let's just eat, please?" I tried my best to smile, but it was so hard seeing him this way.
I ran my fingers through his hair, placing an affectionate and meaningful kiss on the corner of his now frowning mouth.
For a moment I thought I saw his lips twitch a little as his cheeks flushed to rose.
"Okay, um," he sighed, but I could still hear the concern in his voice, 'I'm sorry." He finished, taking my hand in his, he kissed each of my fingers carefully before interlacing them with his and escorting me into the restaurant.
Once inside, everyone turned their heads towards us, and I already knew why.
Richard had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must've gotten used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way, followed by overcompensation with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course, the blood rush that accompanied it was a dead giveaway. It didn't help that he was so modest with it, it made the girls swoon over him all the more. Despite all the cleavage and opportunity that swung his way, he was a one-woman-man now, who prized genuineness and conversation over heels and good looks. He was handsome alright, but now, he was just as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside.
He'd definitely changed over the time away from Jump.
All for the better.
The hostess seemed to be a hussy, by the way she eyed Dick I mean.
I shot her a glare, but she just rolled her eyes at me, he didn't even notice. 'Amy' sat us at a two seated table, handing us our menu's along the way. Despite the 'Amy', I loved this restaurant, it's just so American Country. America enticed me, it never fails to this day, everything is just so different than on Tamaran. The culture may be a bit off and faultered here, but its the people, the food, the buildings, the technology that entices me.
Dick pulled oout my chair for me, like the gentleman he is, and sat evenly across from me as I quickly picked up my menu and pretended to read from it, I already knew what I'd be ordering.
"Kor."
I looked up, acknowledging his call.
"Thank you for agreeing on this." He smiled, though his eyes where reflecting a pained expression.
"Anytime, really." I smiled back, placing my menu back down on the table top.
Just then, a guy named Kennedy came around to our table, I actually knew him quite well.
"Hey, hah, what's up Kori?" Haven't seen you around for awhile." He laughed, chocolate eyes dancing in joy of my presence.
He was quite the cute fellow, dirty blonde hair nearing shoulder length with a slender figure. He was quite tall too, almost 6'3 1/2 to be exact, we'd hung out a couple of times, he was into the whole 'surfing' scene down at the beach. He was so nice, he'd given me a lesson or two on the board.
"I've been busy, sorry. Maybe we could hang out this weekend?" I giggled, resting my chin on my folded hands, gazing up at the man.
"That can be arranged, who's your friend?" He mentioned towards Dick with his pen.
Dick didn't seem the least bit amused.
I frowned at this, annoyed. "This is my friend, Dick Grayson." I dead panned, glaring daggers at Dick with the same intensity as I'd given the hostess.
He relayed the message and smiled yet another forced, uncomfortable looking smile.
"Hi."
"I'm Kennedy, any friend of Kori's is a friend of mine." Kennedy held out his hand, still smiling the same smile he'd given me.
Dick shook his hand, a bit too firm for my liking.
"What drinks can I get for you two?" Kennedy asked, flipping open his tiny notebook and clicking his pen.
"I'll have a peach tea," I looked over at Dick, "how about you?"
"Cherry coke, please."
Kennedy scribbled down our selections and smiled again, "I'll be back" he tried his best terminator impression, knowing it would make me giggle in response, and took off towards the kitchen.
"I don't like how 'cozy' you two are." Dick said, a few seconds after he'd watched Kennedy disappear into the crowd of employees, jealousy dripping like venom from his words.
"Shut up, Dick." I rolled my eyes, looking down at the cuticles of my nails, making it bluntly obvious that I wasn't interested in pursuing this conversation.
"I'm just saying, you can do better." He sighed, tapping his foot underneath the table, crossing his arms across his chest.
"He is better." I retorted, "better than you at least .." I muttered under my breath.
"What was that?" He asked as I looked up to meet his stone, cold gaze.
Intimidated, I replied with a, "Nothing." and continued to look down at my nails, chipping off the topcoat of the clear nail polish I wore for the shoot.
Before I knew it, Kennedy was back with our drinks and had begun taking outr orders.
"Could I have the Country Potato Casserole?" I asked, smiling up at Kennedy once more.
"I'll have what she's having." Dick added, icy in tone.
"Alrighty then, great choices," he winked at me, causing me to giggle, "as always, I'll be back again with your entrées."
This is when things got quiet between Dick and , and uncomfortable silence this time.
I squirmed in my seat, suddenly finding the promotional entrée tent interesting.
"So .." He sighed for the thousanth time, leaning back in his seat, "you're planning on dating that kid, huh?" He asked, friendlier than before.
I looked up and immediately lost myself in his eyes, wave after wave of mealting blue against white, "Um, I-"
He smiled, waving his hand in a 'forget it' gesture. "Its okay if you are, I'm sorry about how I reacted earlier. It was very immature of me. Just being an overprotective friend, you know?"
A piece of my swole heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach.
Friend? Yeah, I almost forgot.
"I know, Dick." Now, back to the original name for good. I leaned forward and took a sip of my tea.
He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me
Was something wrong? Something's on my face, I know it.
Or, he's just being a little prick again.
"Grayson," I called, slightly annoyed that he'd chose to do this now, especially after he'd just reminded me that we can't be anymore than friends, "handle it.
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Authors Note: That was exactly ten pages, I thought it was seven at first. Leave reviews, constructive criticism is accepted. I just want more feedback to be honest. This is probably the only story that'll feature drugs and such, maybe another AU late but I adore Nightwing, you can ask anyone I know. He's the best super hero in my book, he always has 110% of my attention when brought up. So, I want to make more stories with him in character rather than out, maybe even a regular story without shippings. Nightwing and Starfire are my main OTP but I try my hardest to be open to other shippings too, I respect everyone's opinions. That being said, I want to have a contest : the 25th reviewer gets a very long one shot featuring their OTP (Teen Titans ralated ofc) and I will have no objections of shaming for whatever ship you chose, just writing. You may chose the plot and such, I'll even let you proof read and edit it if you want via e-mail. That's all I want to say right now, I hope you all liked this chapter. Tune in next time for more confusion and conflict.
Extra thanks to Angela and Marina for their input on this chapter and reaching out to PM me on their opinions on the story so far. Angela is evil, you all will hate me for what she's forcing me to do :'(
I love it -evil grin-