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==> Dirk: meet your sugar daddy
Your name is Dirk Strider, and you are late. Your younger brother is blowing up your phone with text after text about how uncool you are and how he’s gotta piss and how the schoolbus almost ran him over and…really, you stopped reading after the first five texts, but your phone is still going off in your back pocket. You are standing in front of your favorite music store. In the window is a brand new orange pair of headphones that you’ve had your eye on for months now. Sadly, you can’t use your work money for anything non-essential. You and Dave have to eat, after all, and your boss/best friend would kill you if you were frivolous with your money when you had responsibilities.
Suddenly, you are aware of someone step up behind you. He clears his throat and asks, in an odd mix between a British and an Australian accent, “Looking at anything in particular?”
You spin on your heels, prepared to defend yourself, and holy shit your kokoro just doki doki’d down the street singing “HALLELUJAH!” Before you stands a man in his mid-thirties with dark brown hair and bright green eyes framed by black square glasses. His skin is tan, like he bathed in sunlight, but you can still make out freckles dusting his cheeks. And his shoulders are broad, like he’s been doing some lifting. And he’s wearing shorts that show off muscular legs. Jesus take the whole damn car.
“Uh,” You say smoothly, pointing dumbly at the headphones. He appraises them, notes the price, and…smiles?
“My name is Jake English. And yours?” he asks.
“Uh. Dirk Strider,” You greet, holding out your hand for a handshake. He takes your hand and kisses it and you bet you are red to the tips of your ears now holy shit what a smooth motherfucker.
“Would you like me to get you those headphones, Mister Strider?” he asks, and your eyes go wide behind your shades.
“Yes??” Is that an actual question? Holy fuck! You think you might pass out. Jake smiles and you grow suspicious once again. Stranger danger and all that. “What’s the catch?”
“Ah, you’ve caught on, have you?” He laughs and you melt a little, god what a sexy laugh. “The ‘catch’ is you have to let me take you to dinner tomorrow,” He says, winking.
“Uh.” Okay, that sounds alright. “Sure? I have to pick up my brother now though, I’m late,” You explain.
“Please, allow me to give you a ride. After all, I did waste some of your precious time,” he tells you, then gestures at the store. “Shall we get your headphones now?” You nod dumbly and follow him in a sort of trance-like state.
When you arrive at the middle school, Dave looks like he’s about to shit his pants when he sees you show up in the passenger side of a fucking Lamborghini. “Dirk?” He asks, unsure it is actually you. He looks to Jake. “Who’s the pedo?”
You ignore Jake’s offended glance at you. “Get in, asshole,” you order, and Dave tosses his backpack in the back seat and hops in. He notices your headphones and frowns.
“Roxy’s gonna be mad that you wasted your money,” he says in his own bratty way.
“Roxy ain’t gonna be shit because Jake’s the one who bought them for me,” You retort, glaring at him through your shades. Dave smirks at Jake.
“You his sugar daddy or something?” he snickers, and Jake shrugs.
“You could say that,” Jake chuckles, glancing at you and winking, and you blush and stifle an embarrassing giggle. Dave pouts.
“No fair, I want a sugar daddy!” He whines, and you stick your tongue out at him.
“Get your own, this one is mine,” you snap, and Jake laughs, driving you home.