A/N: Hey again! I know I just updated, but I just finished this chapter and I just finished this and I couldn't wait til next week (or even Wednesday) to give it to you guys. Plus, after getting a review I needed to clarify something. Aaaaaaand, I have this gigantic motivation to read because I have like the next three chapters planned out.
Ok so I want to clarify something Dimitri's tongue wasn't down Tasha's throat. Tasha was kissing Dimitri (she might as well have been kissing a rock though) but he wasn't responding (not that Rose could tell). Also, Since like the fifth chapter (around there) I've decided to have a this be a Romitri fanfic, but I didn't want it be like boom they're together. I wanted Rose to get to know both Adrian and Dimitri, and I never meant for her to seem like a slut or anything. So as a writer, I'm sorry for giving that portrayal.
With that being said, I want to thank the Guest reviewer that brought this issue to light because, honestly, this was my biggest worry and your review helped me. So again I say, this fanfic is officially a Rose and Dimitri story. No matter what goes on, and how unRomitri it may come to seem (idk if it'll get that bad but well I don't know how this story is gonna end so yea) remember that no matter what it's always Romitri.
Lastly, as a thank you for you brutally honest review, this chapter goes out to Guest (I really wish I knew your pen name).
So now, enjoy Dimitri's POV of the date (cus idk how else to call it).
Disclaimer (I know I always forget to put these): I don't own VA...not the books...not the movies...not the characters...as much as I wish I did, Santa never gave me such a beautiful gift
Bing. The coffee shop's door chimes as I goes inside and sits at my usual table by the door. The barista greets me with a smile and I returns it, sweet girl that one. After almost a year of coming Ire, sI knows what I wants and brings it to me. Coffee, with nothing added. With my coffee on the table, I opens my book and reads to past the time. I's a half hour early for the meeting with Rose, but I wonders if sI'll be late. As I continues to read, my thoughts slowly become consumed about the beautiful brunette that stormed into my life. I went from reading about a cowboy's daring adventure to reading the story of what happened the day before. Why I asked her to see me I don't know, I just knew that I couldn't risk the chance of never seeing her again.
Just as I was starting think sI wasn't coming, I heard her soft, humor-filled voice,
"Come here often?" When I turned around, I was greeted by the warmest smile.
"You know what they say, a coffee a day keeps the doctor away," I said with a returning smile. Her face scrunched in confusion momentarily before brushing it off and going to get a drink.
"So what do you have planned?" she asked, leaning in eagerly
I leaned in so our nose were touching, trying not to let the close proximity get to me. She has a boyfriend, I said over and over again. "Wait and see."
She leaned back with a pout and crossed her arms as I reclined with the ghost of a smile on. After I finished my coffee and she finished her drink, we went to my truck and I drove us to where we were going to have lunch.
"McDonald's?" she asked, and from her tone I wasn't sure if she was mad about it or not but I could tell I wasn't in a good area to be, so I quickly gave my reasons. Thankfully that seemed enough for her not to walk out. After we gave our orders and found somewhere to sit, this unnerving, awkward silence came over us and I didn't know how to make it go away. I wasn't about to talk about the weather, and from my many years of solidarity, I didn't know what you say. Why didn't I ask Ivan for some pointers? I thought. Finally I told her she looked nice, which brought on a smile but then her eyes slightly widen with realization before she responded with a thanks. Did I insinuate something? Before I could take back the comment, or say anything for that matter, she left to go get the food. Quickly I took out my phone and texted a life line.
What do you talk to about with girls?
How would I know? I'm trying to get them in bed not instate myself in their life.
I mean during the day, like at lunch!
You're on a date?! N U DIDN'T TELL ME!
It's not a date. Just give me something to say!
Did you ask what she does? Or about family? Friends? Ooh. Duh Dimitri!
Ok. I gotta go. Thanks I owe you
But of course.
By then Rose had come back with the food, and when she had settled I asked her what she did and like that the conversation started to flow. I don't know what it is about her, but she brings out something in me I didn't know I had. I haven't laughed and smiled as much as I had these last two days. Even with Ivan I'm not so open with my emotions, but then again I've never spoken so much about my family as I did with Rose. What intrigued me, though, was learning about her. The protective, give-my-life-for-them way I am with my sisters is how Rose is with her friends, especially her best friend, Lissa. Unlike me, though, she's an only child and lives with both her parents, but from the way she mentioned her mother I don't think that's a topic I should bring up. She reminds me a lot of my baby sister, Vika, actually I'm pretty sure if the two meet each other they would reck havoc all over the city - no the state - and do it with a big smile. We started talking about me and where I come from, and, of course, she couldn't get over that I lived in Siberia. I was internally shaking my head, but not in an annoyed way. Not even ivan brought out such a sarcastic, humorous response from me. Before I knew it we were leaning in and our lips were so close I could feel the ghost of her lips.
So close. My hands were starting to reach for her cheek.
So close. Our noses were basically touching.
So close. Until she spoke.
"DIMKA!" rang through McDonalds and shattered the blissful bubble I was in with Rose. I never thought I'd ever hate my best friend, and honestly even after she cockblocked me I didn't. "Oh Dimka! I can't believe you came!" Maybe because I never told you, I thought.
Finally finding my composure, I was about to ask her what she was doing here when she cut me off and bombarded me by forcing her lips onto mine, I felt nothing but hate towards her. I was frozen with ice cold shock as Tasha began making out with my unperturbed lips. All I wanted to do was push her off, but I couldn't because she was sitting on me and I would have dropped her. I heard some shuffling and when I looked in front of me, well around me since Tasha was in front me, I saw Rose grabbing her things. When I saw her heading towards the soda fountain, I tried prying Tasha off me, but she misread my gesture and wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her hands thru my hair, getting closer to me. Groaning, I gave up trying to pry her off and thought I'd give words a try.
"Tasha, get off!" I tried saying, but it was muffled and game out like "mmma, mmet mmf" but I'm pretty sure all she heard was "mmm" because she moaned and straddled me.
Great. By now, Rose was walking out the door. Just great.
Using 50% of my strength, I pulled/pried/detached Tasha from me. It was like taking off an octopus's arm sucker from it's prey. Practically impossible, but with enough determination, doable. When I finally managed to get her half an arms length away, her lips were still puckered but her eyes were open and pinched in question.
"Tasha," I said slowly through gritted teeth, keeping my emotions in control. Well trying, I'm only human. "What. Are you. Doing here?"
She unpuckered her lips, and had that look that there was a logically reason she was here that had absolutely nothing to do with me. But I didn't want to hear it, so I cut her off and asked her, "And why did you do that!"
She pouted at my outburst, and didn't say anything while I just gave her a pointed look waiting for her to respond. "Well," she said hesitantly. "I work here. I mean, I'm the manager. And all I did was greet you like we used to back in Baia."
"Back when I didn't want the girls in our senior class throwing themselves at me so I asked you to act like my girlfriend? Tasha—"
"What?" she asked sarcastically. "Now you do want them flocking you? I know it's been 4 years, but I wouldn't think you changed that much."
"It's not that," I said, my anger reemerging. "I was here with someone. About to kiss that someone. And now she left and she doesn't have her car."
"Oh," she said, in both realization and defeat. "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"She's not—" I was about to correct her, but I realized I didn't want to get into it with her about the status of my love life. I wanted to find Rose. "Well, maybe if you hadn't stopped talking to me you would have," I said, getting out of my seat, causing her to slide off, and made my way to the door.
"Maybe we can grab coffee or something and catch up then," she suggested wistfully.
"Yea sure," I said over my shoulder, not really paying her much attention as I walked out the door.
Hey bitches, I'm out having fun so leave a message and I won't get back to you. Ciao!
I punched my steering wheel and cursed in Russian. This was the fourth time I called Rose and it went straight to her voice mail. I've been driving down the street for about 20 minutes and I haven't seen her. I was about to turn around and see if she went back to McDonald's when I saw her. Or, I think it's her. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, nude heels in her hand, and she looked kind of loss.
I waited for her to hang up her phone and called her again. This time she answered.
"Thank god you—" she started saying, probably thinking it was one of her friends calling her back.
"Rose! I've been trying to call you. Where are you?" I said, making it seem like I wasn't tailing her. When she didn't answer I said, "Rose?"
"Don't you have a girlfriend to get back to?" she retorted, her voice coming out sharp. I shook my head, cursing myself for not going after her and Tasha for causing all this. With a frustrated sigh, I tried to get her to tell me where she was, but she wouldn't give. As she came closer to the end of the block, I sped up and turned, cutting off her trail. She jumped back, and looked up with anger like she was ready to let me get a piece of her mind. When she saw it was me she quickly turned speechless? No I was probably just seeing things.
"Get in the car, Rose," I said definitely, telling her that I wasn't going to leave.
"No," she said defiantly, lifting her chin and looking me straight in the eyes, her eyes cold and distant.
"Rose," I groaned, frustrated she was so stubborn. "Let me take you back to your car."
"N. O." she said, pushing my patients.
"And how do you expect to get to your car?" I rhetorically asked.
When she mentioned Mason picking her up, my heart dropped. I didn't want her to see my reaction, so I pushed away the frustration and put on that distant mask I usually wear. "Well he can meet you there," I said in a detached tone. "Get in the car. Now."
"No. Go back to your girlfriend," she said icly, the hatred evident in her voice. I grunted in anger as she turned around, walking back the way she walked down from. I promptly turned my car off and got out, not letting her get away a second time tonight. When I caught up to her I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder. I knew she didn't like it, but nonetheless she let me carry her to the passenger seat without a fuss.
Once I was back on the road, driving to the coffee shop, I said, "Rose, Tasha isn't my girlfriend." Like I expected, she didn't believe me, so I continued. "She's not. She's a friend from Baia and we haven't seen each other in a while. I didn't tell her I moved here."
"Well that's come greeting you have in Siberia," she said sarcastically. If I wouldn't have known better, I'd say she was jealous. You wish, I thought.
"I swear we're just friends. She's always had feelings for me, but I never reciprocated them." I didn't want to go into my senior year of high school, but if that's what I had to do to get her to forgive me, I will.
"Well you should really tell her that, because she seems to see things differently," she said, voicing my own thoughts. I was about to tell her that it wasn't that easy to do, but she spoke again. "Fine. I believe you." I don't know what happened, but it was like she came to an understanding of what I was talking about. Like she's been through that.
"Really?" I asked hopefully, not knowing what else to say.
"Yes," she said before continuing in a sheepish tone. "But you didn't have to explain things to me." But I wanted to, I thought of saying.
"You left kind of mad. I didn't want to think I forgot you were there or anything." or about our almost kiss. "And you sounded mad when I picked you up." It was too dark to tell, but she looked embarrassed.
"I wasn't mad at you," she said, like she was trying to find a way to explain. Relief washing over me. "Neither Mason or Lissa would pick up and my feet were hurting," Oh the pains women go through, I thought. Then, she surprised me when she said, "and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." I couldn't help but smile at her apology.
Inside, however, my mood dropped when I realized we got to the coffee shop. I was going to ask her to join me for some coffee, but decided against it because spending more time with me today might be the last thing on her mind. She probably wanted to go home or spend time with her friends.
Hesitantly and hopefully, I asked, "Can I see you again? Tomorrow?"
"I can't tomorrow. I have to pick out the bridesmaid dress," she said matter-of-factly. Bridesmaid dresses? I thought as my face drop when I realized I almost kissed and asked out an engaged woman. But I could have sworn I didn't see a ring. She must have caught my reaction because she quickly added, "Oh! i;m not getting married married! Lissa is, and I'm her maid of honor, and tomorrow we're picking the dresses." My insides were washed with relief and then filled with hope with the clarification. I looked at her expectantly before I was about to ask if I could see her after. I know I might sound persistent, but I really wanted to go on an official first date with her.
Before I could ask her, she asked, "How about this weekend? I can give you a call or send you a message to decide where."
With a smile I said sure and helped her out of my truck and walked her to her car. Feeling a new found sense of bravery, I leaned into her when she turned to face me. I was about to go in for a kiss, praying for no interruptions, but when I looked into her beautiful eyes I noticed that they were bright with anticipation, but also anxiety. At the last minute, I decided to wait and opened the door for her. I saw her face slightly drop before she put on a smile and thanked me and then, quickly so I wouldn't stop myself again, I gave her a kiss on her cheek, pulling back with a smile.
A smile that never left as I walked back to my truck. A smile that never left as I dove home. A smile that never left even when I got home and realized I had nothing to eat. In fact, the smile didn't leave until I was halfway to my mom's house and my phone rang. Yet, even then, I answered with half of the smile still on.
"Hello?" I said, thinking it was my mother calling to ask if I'd be coming over for dinner.
"Hey, Dimitri? Are you busy right now?" Hearing Roza's voice brought the smile back, as well as curiosity. Why was she calling me? I thought.
"No, did you forget something?" I asked, wondering why it took this long to realize she forgot something
"Nothing," she said quickly. "Can you...um...pick me up...from my house?"
"Sure. Send me your address and I'll be there soon."
"Thanks," she said before disconnecting. A few seconds later I got a text from her and a brilliant idea came to mind. With a prideful smile for my genius mind, I turned around and drove to Rose's house.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it :) It may have been OOC but I tried my best to be as Dimitri as possible. Also, I want to apologize again if I kept did Rose or Dimitri or both injustice Don't forget to review :) See you guys next week :) Also, tell me what you think the brilliant idea is.