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'oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Who's gonna pick me? I really hope it isn't someone weird! Or him! Especially him! Wait, why worry about him? He isn't here. I don't see him. Y-Yeah. H-He's probably too busy with watching all his animes.'

"SOLD~! For. . . well i'll have to figure out how much this is in American dollars, but either way thank you Strider!"

'Wait-Strider?! Which Strider!? Oh god please don't be-'

Your internal panic is halted once you see those signature triangle shades walking your way. Then it's shifted into overdrive. Why? Well,

"Hey _____."

"Oh, h-hey . . . .Dirk."

You've got a crush on him.

It's a pretty big one too. You've been crushing on the blonde since the day you joined the school. Dave introduced you, and as it turns out you two not only shared interests, but also an afternoon schedule. One day when you were visiting John and Dave in their room, Dirk came over and you two left together. He took you out for coffee, and then you were hooked. No going back.

"Sooooo, what um, what did you have planned for. . . you know, my odd job?"

Oh what fun it would be to imagine him buying you for a date or something like that, but unfortunately for you, Dirk is. . . .into guys. Not that you have a problem with it, it's just a little disappointing what with your crush and all.

"_____, we're going to have a bitch'in movie date."

'Wut'

"Ironically of course."

'Shit.'

~~~~~~~~~~(You double facepalm and when you pull your hands away your in his apartment.)~~~~~~~~~~

"Dirk. I love anime as much as the next woman, but I wouldn't consider a movie marathon a date." You said as you leaned back on his couch.

His apartment wasn't too bad to be honest. Kind of small, yeah. But what would you expect from someone still in college? There were only the few essential rooms; bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, and the main room where you are currently. It wasn't the cleanest place, but you could walk around and he seemed to keep it a little tidy. His smuppets being placed in their own pile while his robot parts were all somehow kept in his bedroom. And there weren't any major problems like leaks and such, so it was okay.

The owner of said apartment nodded as he walked over, setting down a stack of dvds on the coffee table and going back to the kitchen (which was connected to the main room) to fetch the popcorn that just finished in the microwave.

"I know. I said it was an ironic date, didn't I? Gotta go for the worst date conditions on the first date."

"I shouldn't have expected anything less." You shook your head.

"What did you expect?" Dirk asked as he came back over and sat a huge bowl of popcorn on the table. Then he moved up toward the tv to put a disk in the player. You shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe you'd have me help build a robot? Babysit lil' Hal? . . . .Help you record your weird puppet porn?" He walked back over and flopped down beside you, turning to smirk your way.

"While all those options sound desirable, I payed for a movie marathon partner. So that's what you'll be doing." He picked up a remote and did some stuff with the tv which you didn't really pay attention too. He propped his feet up on the coffee table as he did so. Speaking of which, what were you guys watching? You leaned forward to pick up one of the cases, orange eyes following you behind geometric shades. Not that you knew.

When you looked at the case you almost facepalmed again. Then you picked up another case. Dammit. Another. FUCK.

"Really Dirk? I know you want bad date conditions, but your making me watch the shitty animes?" You almost seemed hurt, almost. He just chuckled lowly, causing your face to go one shade pinker.

"Of course. No one else would watch these with me. And who else could appreciate them as much as me and you?" He said it like it was obvious. Ugh, little sneak.

"Well. . . how long is this marathon going to last?" You asked, a hint of fear in your voice. Oh god. He did that peering thing, tilting his head just so the tips of his eyes can be seen over them as he had the darkest smirk.

"We're watching the whole series _____."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO."

~~~~~~~~~~(You flop back on the couch, closing your eyes, and when you sit up and open them it's been hours)~~~~~~~~~~

The popcorn was running low, and the room had gone dark from lack of window light. You guys had barely made it through two and a half disks by now, and you were sure you'd go crazy by the time this disk is over. You'd been watching Naruto for half the day, and you were so sick of it. You already hated the show anyways, but being forced to sit through the whole series is torture. In this torture, you tried to tune out the show. This caused you to quickly become bored, and extremely tired.

"Dirk." You whispered. No reply.

"Diiiiiiiiirk."

"Shh. You're missing some important dialogue." He never even turned his face from the screen.

"uuuUGH." You flopped your head back on the couch and prepared for another session of insane animes.

~~~~~~~~~~(You rub your eyes and the scene changes as you open them after an accompanying yawn)~~~~~~~~~~

Tired. You're tired. It's now, what, like eight? You can barely keep your eyes open, and you've had to hold them open to keep from dosing off in front of Dirk at least three times. But you can't even lift your arms now. And your eyelids, oh, no, wait, there they go. Just, maybe a couple minutes won't hurt. Dirk won't even know. . .

Within minutes your breathing has slowed and your body has gone limp. So limp, in fact, that your body can't hold itself up. And it starts sliding to side, off the back of the couch. Sliding, and sliding. That is, until you land on a pair of soft comfy pillows. Pretty firm pillows actually. Oh shit it's Dirk's thighs.

This does however, get his attention away from the tv. He glances down at you, curling up and getting comfy on his thighs. He just stares for a moment, then chuckles and slips off his shades.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't push you off. Instead, he reaches his hand up to comb his fingers through your hair. A small smile stays put smugly on his face for the rest of the night.

~~~~~~~~~(Dirk moves his other arm to set down his shades which them gleam as the sun shines through the window)~~~~~~~~~

You awake with a large yawn and turn yourself over. Huh? You don't remember laying down, or grabbing a pillow for that matter. You open your eyes and glance up and oH SHIT. You hold yourself back from quickly sitting up. It seems Dirk has fallen asleep as well. The tv is still running. When Dirk doesn't wake up after a few minutes you decide to carefully sit up and oh, his hand fell down. What was his hand doing on your head? Was he? . . . Nah.

You quietly stand up and fix your hair, and pat out the folds in your clothes. Now what? Hmm. Oh lookie, there's his shades. Hmmmmmmm. You walk over at look at them for a moment. He, he wouldn't know if you only wore them for a minute. You carefully pick them up and place them on, watching as they boot up.

You cover your mouth with your hand as the desktop wallpaper fades in to show a picture of Rainbow Dash. Well, at least she is best pony. Anyways, now to snoop.

No, not snoop. Just look around. Yeah. Before you're even able to click anything though, a chat box shows up. It's Roxy.

'Yo Dirky. You tell the little lady abou u crushie on 'er yet?'

'What are you talking about Rox?' You send back.

'Ya know, yur crush on tha one girl, _____ er somethin?'

"No fuckin' way."

"What are you doin'?"

"AhhaHahaha noTHin." You scramble to take the shades off and toss them on the table, your hands fumbling and your face dark red.

Dirk raises a brow and takes his shades, placing them on his own face. He keeps the poker face, but his cheeks go very slightly pink.

"So uh, you know then?"

". . . .Yeah."

Awkward silence. Then Dirk breaks it.

"You don't have to watch the rest of the marathon if-"

"I want to." You quickly answer.

"Really?"

"Dirk."

"Yeah?"

"I. . . I like you too."

". . . . . . . .Thank you."

"For what?"

"For noticing me."

"Dirk."

"I love you senpai. You finally noticed me."

"DIRK."