AN: ;u;
hello hi ;w;
i'm sooo sorry for spending months without even bothering to notify anyone of where i was but i'm not dead! just getting there
but jesus has senior year taken a toll on me or what smh i really wish i could have updated these more; i still have a request to do, and believe me i'd rather get a couple short drabbles done than type an essay for ap world history but somehow (and unfortunately) the time just flew out of my hands
but enough of my rambling; i managed to find this saved somewhere from months and months ago - i did a little skim-revising so hopefully it's not too horrible to read haha
it's not necessarily a drabble but the first chapter of the first fanfiction i tried to type (i'm assuming i gave up on it lol) but it's not that bad so i hope you liiikeeee ^w^
Intermission: Dirk [heart] Jake
"411...412...and 413. Finally."
At last the laborious task of pulling, dragging, and yanking all seven boxes and three suitcases of his luggage had come to an end and Dirk could relax for the rest of the day. It was his first year of college - first day, to be exact - and so far the most enjoyable thing the day had offered him was, well, nothing. As if waking up at an ungodly hour to finish packing and spending three hours in a delayed flight several states from his home town of Houston only to drive the remaining hour to the Chicago campus wasn't wonderful enough, he still had unpacking to do and had yet to meet his roommate. From the looks of it, whoever he was being paired with had already brought in a few boxes while he was out trudging across campus with his. Gun barrels and cerulean posters poked out over the edges of each box. Great. He had the honor of spending a year with a weirdo.
Whatever.
How the idiot got over five dozen pounds of weapons and ammunition past airport security was beyond him, but, frankly, he didn't care.
A quick walk across campus brought him to a small cafe in the center of the shopping square, where he enjoyed a moist muffin and steaming cup of hot chocolate. The fall air was brisk enough to bring a scarlet color to the blond's cheeks, but the warmth inside and the tasty snack distracted him long enough to forget just how cold it really was outside. When he left the cafe to return to his dorm, he was nearly surprised by the chill that greeted him. He hurried to his building and up all four flights of stairs to his room - the elevator was crowed and, hey, a little exercise never hurt anybody. He had to admit, he was surprised to see someone else in his room when he arrived, but not enough to change his expression. Whether the cold left his features temporarily numbed or whether he expected his roommate to show up sometime was a mystery.
He was halfway through unzipping the hoodie he wore underneath his jacket when the other boy spoke. The unnecessary cheer in his tone almost made him cringe.
"Ah, hello! You must be my roommate! Jolly good to meet you - I've been waiting all day. It's a bit lonely in this room, wouldn't you say? Oh, where are my manners? I'm Jake English. And you are?"
Dirk pushed the door closed behind him and briefly surveyed the English character. "Uh, hey," he finally spoke, trying to keep any skepticism or hesitance from presenting themselves in his voice, "I'm Dirk. Nice to meet you, I guess."
"The pleasure is all mine!" A wide, toothy grin had dominated Jake's face, and he caught Dirk off guard when he snatched the his hand and shook it vigorously. "That's quite the speech you have there, Mr. Dirk. Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"
What the hell?
"Texas. Uh...where're you from?"
"I'm a true-blue Aussie, straight from the outback!"
There was that same stupid smile. This time, Dirk noticed he had buck teeth, giving him the whole nerd appearance along with his thick glasses. It was dorky in a charming way, he guessed, and it made an ironic contrast to his tanned skin, defined muscles, and extensive gun collection. The latter struck him as curious, and he blurted, "How'd you get those in here?"
"Hm? My guns, you mean? Do they make you uncomfortable? I can assure you, it's no problem if you'd like me to dispose of a few-"
"No, it's fine. Just wonderin' how you got them through the metal detectors." Dirk recalled his encounter with the security guards earlier that morning, which resulted in most of his katanas being confiscated because he lacked a proper 'sword license', whatever the fuck that was.
"Oh, it was as easy as pie, really. First..."
And there he goes rambling again. Somebody, anybody, just kill me now. With an absent nod, Dirk weaved through the piles of boxes to his bed. He figured he could start unpacking while the Australian buffoon blabbered about his guns and he pretended to listen. Something told him Jake would keep talking whether he was listening or not, which made his part a whole lot easier.