She smiled at him, hiding the feelings that she felt behind it. The smile that could trick everyone into thinking she was fine. She was a pro at using it. She thought he never noticed. She thought no one noticed or even remotely cared about it. It had gotten to the point where she couldn't even show her real smile. She didn't even know what her real smile looked like anymore.
"See you later, Dirk!" She smiled with that same emotionless smile again. He waved as they both parted ways in the street. Dirk Strider lived across from her, always walking her home and making sure she got home safe as well. The neighborhood they lived in wasn't the safest place, but it was still liveable. They had been friends since the first day they started grade one. Dirk and (Y/N) had spent most of their lives as best friends, making it inevitable that his f
Dirk realized it too late. He didn't know she was hurting so much inside. He didn't know she had been suffering alone, not even talking to anyone about it. Not even him.
That is, until she left him a message on his pesterchum.
I'm sorry, but everything has gotten really hard for me to bare. I can't take the insults and abuse anymore. I won't make this long but I need to get this off my chest before... before I'm gone.
Dirk, I love you. I always have since we first met in junior year. You really made me happy.
But I know you won't return the feelings. Don't feel bad! I'm just glad I got to love you.
This is going to be the last time you'll ever hear from me. I'm sorry.
And so he ran. He didn't care about the fact that his brothers were yelling at him to get back in the apartment. He didn't care that his heart was racing, that his
"No! This makes me look...ridiculous!" retorted a meek voice from the bathroom. Dirk sighed and stood up, knocking on the wall besides the door with his smirk still firmly into place.
"C'mon. I dressed up and acted like Johnny Depp for an entire night just for you. Now it's your turn."
He backed away from the door, crossing his arms and waiting. Finally, the door creaked open and out walked [Name], wearing an uncouthly short maid outfit, complete with hairband and stockings, the whole deal. Dirk couldn't see her face, since she was staring at the ground, but he could guess she was blushing profusely. He chuckled and took a long time to look her up and down, taking in every detail before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her.
"How do I look?" she asked timidly, leaning against him as
Nothing exiting ever happen to you, but that was about to change. You continued to spin when suddenly your cell phone began to ring.
You picked up the device and answered only to her the voice of your best friend secret crush, Dirk Strider.
"Hey. yo what's up __?" you hear him say through the phone.
"Nothing really." you start to reply shyly "how about you?"
"Everything is alright" he stops for a moment. You can hear what sounds like a baby's screaming in the backround.
"Are you sure everything is alright?" you ask.
"Yeah I'm pretty sure",you hear more yelling in the background, "Dave just won't shut up!"
"Wait who's Dave?" you ask curiously.
"Oh the kids my little bro."
Your jaw dropped. Dirk never said anything about a brother let alone a younger one.
You absoultly adored little kids. Your mother was never around much when you were younger but you loved to give the attention you
24 Days Since Power Outage.
It's been a while hasn't it? Maybe not for you, but for me. It's really quite amazing when you think about it, how much we rely on technology. How much of our lives are dictated by the ease and security that electricity provides us. It's actually moronically ironic. The thing that keeps us close is the thing that rips us apart. I pray my last letter reached you. I can't really be sure; it's so hard to calibrate the transporter without my computers aid. There's only enough power to run that one machine, anything else would be pushing my small generator a bit too far. Repairs should commence soon. I hope you're alright, Jake.
30 Days Since Power Outage.
I've dove down to the seafloor with help from Sawtooth. As I expected the power lines are fine. We've been cut off Jake. Taken off the grid by the Empress. It could have been an accident, but a mix of paranoia and common sense makes me believe otherwise. I haven'