⇒ Rory: Wait Patiently

You wait patiently on Dirk's futon as he goes to get showered and dressed for your more-than-friends-but-not-dating-since-you-just-met date. You had already borrowed his bathroom for a shower and gotten redressed in your clothes from yesterday, and by the time you were finished, had already gotten a few worried texts from your roommate who was making sure you hadn't been murdered. Right. You forgot to tell him you had found someone to spend the night with. When you did that it was usually a message about some hot piece of ass in your usual drunk gibberish, but at least he would know. You quickly reply to him, fortunately sober this time, and he messages you back with a, "Oh! Have fun~ ;D." Your roommate loved to pick on you sometimes. Actually, more like all the time, but he did it in a loving way. You roll your eyes and check the time on your phone. Holy shit could it already be like three p.m.?

You sigh and look around, really taking in how homey Dirk made this place. His whole apartment was quite warm and inviting, actually, a stark contrast from what you had experienced in the Big Apple since you had left home in small and cozy Rainbow Falls. Except for the lack of your mother's presence, it actually felt a lot like the home you left behind. His apartment was clean, nearly immaculate, just like how your mom would keep it. You actually really missed your mom, no matter how much you didn't want her to know. But she knows everything. She probably already knew that you were homesick in a cold city while you got an education to be a writer just like her. But you didn't want to go just yet, no matter how much you missed that place. There was too much to do with your life and too many people to meet. Like Dirk. He seemed interesting enough with his goofy shades and clean tendencies. He was also had a hot smoking body, something that none of the guys back home had, and that alone was enough to keep your interest a bit longer.

When Dirk came out of his room, he was wearing an especially heavy winter coat, even though you were still a week or so into November. You, for instance, could walk outside and feel just peachy with only your sweater on. "It's not that cold today. It's only like cuddling and fireplace weather, not like 'bundle down the hatches and stay inside from the snow' weather," you said to him with a smirk on your face. He replied to you from under a popped-up coat collar with a, "I'm from Texas. This weather is fucking freezing." You couldn't help from busting out in laughter at his comment; a Southern boy like him seemed way too out of place in a cold New York winter. "First time?" you managed to ask him through your uproar of giggles. "Nah," Dirk said with that sly smile on his face, "Just still not used to it."

You sat there and kind of stared at him for a bit before snapping out of your daze. He actually was really handsome, even in an overly obnoxiously large coat. Go you, Rory, for finding yourself a hot one. "You ready to go?" you finally spat out with a little crack in your voice at the end. Wonderful, just when you were trying to seem cool. "Uh yeah sure," he replied to you as he snatched up his keys from the counter and held open his front door for you. "Ladies first."

⇒ Dirk: Hail a Cab

You do this task fairly easy due to the fact that you live in New York City. Simply waving your arm at a yellow taxi will bring one to you in no time flat. You even took the courtesy to open the door for Rory before hopping in. Today you would try to enjoy yourself; after all, you had a cute boy sitting next to you and some pretty sweet marks blazing on your neck from last night. Not that anyone could see them since it was fucking cold and you were bundled up like the true Texan you were at heart. Damn, if it was warmer you would probably go around showing off your hickies like you were the goddamn prince of the universe. Nonchalantly flash them right in Jake's face. Let him see you could have some fun without him.

And suddenly a hand is waving in your face and you snap out of your mini daydream. Rory's face comes into focus and he's whispering a smooth "Helloooo?" to you. You look to him and give him a little dreamy smile. "What?"

"Where are we going?"

Oh yeah. Your focus goes to the taxi driver and you give him the name of your favorite nearby Chinese place. Tonight just kind of felt like a takeout kind of night after an evening of hard partying. You occasionally glance at Rory and whisper to him as the taxi driver battles the Saturday traffic to get you to your destination. "Are you gonna stay for dinner?"

"Yeah sure I don't really have any plans."

"Do you like movies?"

"Well yeah I guess. Why?"
"We can like watch a stupid chick flick while we eat take out."
"Oh no, no chick flicks." No cheesy romantic chick flicks what? Okay Dirk, maybe this guy wasn't gonna work out with you so perfectly.

"Why not?"

"Because they're all fake and dumb and I could write a better love story in a weekend."

"Liar."

The smile he gave you was a challenge. You didn't know much about this kid but from the looks of it he knew what he was getting into. "Wanna bet?" he said with an all-knowing smirk that spoke volumes about his confidence level. "It's only a week into NaNoWriMo. I bet you I can have a better romance novel than any of your cheesy movies by Christmas."

"What's the winner get?"

"Whatever you choose."

You thought about the many options you had in front of you. Could he really have a novel by Christmas? You didn't want to doubt Rory, but the feat seemed highly impossible to you.

"Winner gets treated to a fancy dinner by the loser."

"Deal."

And the two of you left it at that.