A/N: PLEASE DISREGARD ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS! MY GRAMMAR ISN'T TOP NOTCH SO PLEASE BE SPARING AND UNDERSTANDING IF ANY ERRORS DO COME UP AND I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR THEM. Enjoy!
The road was bumpy and long as expected when nearing the Crocker Camp, the big red bus had picked up some other kids in my block as well, and we had made a few more stops after that. There were so many kids once we started to head towards the camp, I felt like this bus ride was unnecessary since I knew Dirk was going to pick me up soon. I've been staying with that boy for about five days now and we've come to some tacit terms about how we go about the rules and routine of the house. I cook most of the meals, dinner always but we sort of do our own thing with breakfast and lunch. He hasn't said anything to object my routine, but that's mainly because I had explained that cooking calms me, and lately my nerves would go on high if I think about my situation too much. Plus, he says he enjoys whatever I make, so it's more of a win, win kind of situation.
Dirk usually does his own thing most of the time, there are times where he would disappear into his room for hours on end doing whatever, and there are times where we would talk and make simple conversation. We even played a video game together; I sucked at it of course while he left me in the dust. Dirk even taught me how to make a smuppet, it was fun to do something together since it not only eased my mind but also gave me the human interaction I was craving. Roxy would come over of course, but she left around seven each night which left me and Dirk alone and we both went to bed late since it was summer.
We've been telling my Dad that I was staying at Roxy's house since I was going to miss her too much over the summer. He agreed but told me that I HAD to sleep at my house the night before I left for camp, this did make things complicated, but I just snuck Roxy into my house and she slept the night. After that, I packed up and left for camp, getting a good-bye cake from my Dad before I left which is now sitting in my lap.
"Hey look!" a girl yelled behind me. "We're here, I can see the camp!" a lot of them cheered, I just shrugged, you guys are going to camp, I wasn't. The buss took another ten minutes to finally arrive and situate itself outside the camp entrance. The girls started to exit the bus and I jumped into line, getting off and seeing the arch that defined the line of the entrance. Crocker Camp was in big bold red lettering as it was plastered to the arch, I just shrugged, instantly looking for Dirk. "C'mon everyone! This way to the dining hall for attendance." I pretended to follow, taking my time as I looked for Dirk's red hover board or just a Dirk in general.
"Let's go little missy!" a women yelled out.
"Uh . . . my shoes untied! One second!" She shrugged and continued her way through the entrance, leaving me. I sighed, he said he would be here when I arrived, I wonder what's holding him up?
"You're chariot awaits." I jumped up, turning to see a hovering Dirk. I inhaled and exhaled, holding my chest. "Scare a girl will ya'?"
"Let's run before someone see's us, grab on . . . what's with the cake?"
"My Dad made it for me."
"Ah well, there's no room for it so ditch it and let's go." I wanted to protest, my Dad made it for me after all, but it was a cake and knowing my Dad, there were thousands more where that came from, so I placed it on the ground, hoping no one would be mad. He took my hand, helping me on. I made sure my backpack was strapped tight on my back before latching onto Dirk. "Hang on!" He zoomed us forward, flying away from the camp and into the sky.
We arrived about thirty minutes later, landing on the front porch perfectly, entering the house that I was very familiar with by now, "So where am I going to stay?" I asked, slouching my backpack onto one shoulder. "Where you've always stayed, my room." I shot him look.
"I'm not letting to you sleep on the couch for the entire summer Dirk, don't you have a guest bedroom or something."
He shook his head, "I don't mind, it's not like its uncomfortable or anything. And Jane, they're most likely to go through the front door, and guess who's the closest to the front door?" He points to himself with a smirk on his face. "This guy." I chuckle, shaking my head in not only his silliness but disagreeing as well. "Dirk, you have to keep in mind that the windows are an entrance as well, who ever thought of going through the front door when breaking in?"
"True, but we have a stopper on the windows, so they can't open the windows entirely if they break in that way." He pointed out.
"I still feel bad." I insisted, he sighed taking my bag and heading up the stairs, I followed behind. "Unless you want to share a bed, I'm sleeping on the couch." He entered into his room, it being a lot cleaner from when I last saw it. He must have cleaned it for me, how nice. "And knowing you, I think I'm going to be on the couch."
"I don't mind." I quickly put out, catching his attention immediately.
"What?" Was all he could say. I shrugged, knowing what I was saying exactly, "You said it yourself, you're attracted to someone else and you're bisexual so it's not like we're going to mess around. And I've gotten to know you enough to know that you're not going to do anything, and you're not going to let me do anything. So I'm fine with it if you are." He chuckled, placing my bag down next to the bed. "I didn't expect that at all, I'll think about it, it might be a little weird for me." I agreed, leaving the room and making my way downstairs, awkwardly standing in the living room. "Also one more thing." Dirk announced while coming down the stairs.
"And what's that?"
"Aside from the fact that I can fight and defend pretty well, I still want you to learn self-defense and fighting. This way, if you're ever attacked again, you'll be able to fight them off until I get there or just fight them off in general. Got it? Practice starts tomorrow, so get ready to wield a katana and some body parts." I was a little shocked, yet relieved, I now had a requirement, but at the same time, it's something to do. "Ok Dirk, whatever you want, you're defending me and giving me a place to stay so whatever you say goes." He nodded and I awkwardly giggled, this was going to be an interesting summer.
Later that evening, Dirk and I were sitting at the table and enjoying dinner, it was spaghetti with a red sauce, my specialty. We were making light conversation of various topics, some were funny and some were serious but we hit a dead end at one point, leaving a lingering silence in the air, I finally decided to break it, a topic randomly popping in my head. "Do you know the theory of the batter witch?" Dirk raised an eyebrow above his pointy shades. "Um, no." I smiled, finding the perfect thing to go on about. "Well, the owner of the Betty Crocker company is said to be controlled by this evil batter which who isn't even human! She apparently is trying to get the human race to obey to her and consume. Which isn't too hard when you're one of the biggest companies around!" Dirk chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "And you believe this?" He asked bewildered.
"Of course, I'm part of the company Dirk! I should know a thing or two!"
"So like . . . is she supposed to be an alien or something? Come on Jane get real." Of course he wasn't going to believe me, no one does when I tell them this. "Do you have any proof?" He wondered, obviously trying to debunk my theory.
"Well no-" I stopped, trying to see if I did have any proof. Most of this was just a hunch really, and some was reasonable doubt.
"Then I have no reason to believe." I scoffed at that, rolling my eyes. "Keep an open mind Dirk! Ya never know!"
"Until you show me this alien batter witch, I'm going to say it's very much a fantasy theory." He brushed off, getting me a little frustrated.
"You believe we're all going to play a game that will end the world, and yet you won't even consider my batter which theory." I pointed out.
"That's because there is tangible proof, yours doesn't have any." We went on like this for a while; me trying to tell him it was real while he told me it was a silly hunch. Either way, it gave us something to go on about. We even argued while doing the dishes, but I think by that point we were just messing around. "You believe me when I told you about that game, right?" I nodded, settling down on the couch as Dirk started to flip through the channels. "It's like you said, there's tangible proof, and I'm pretty open minded, so why not?" He stopped on a random sitcom, something I've never seen but could understand the gist of. "You seem like the person to deny this kind of stuff . . . guess I was wrong."
"Thank you?" He chuckled, lying down on the couch so his head was inches away from my thigh. "Thanks for dinner by the way, is this going to be a normal kind of thing?" He wondered.
"Do you want it to be? I have to say, it gives me something to do and calms my mind at the same time."
"I don't have a problem with it, it's actually pretty nice." I giggled, settling back into the puffy leather couch. "Then yes, it's going to be a normal thing." We continued to talk a little bit, getting into the TV show then talking once again, poking fun of some of the stuff until we both felt tired and went off to bed, him claiming the couch was for him as I went up to the bedroom, settling down and falling asleep.
A/N: Oh God I'm running out of names for chapters, I'm trying to make them clever but I seem to be failing. Whatever . . . It's not like they're a huge part of the story or anything . . . just names that label sections of the story. Thanks for reading my lovely reader!