Dirk looked over at the recent message that Jake had sent him.
[TT]: Will Do.
Dirk ceased pestering Jake as he looks at him room, Bro was gone, like always. He went on to be a pretty famous dude. Dirk was proud of his brother, but it was hard to be proud from a distance. Dirk stood up and sighed, looking at his messy room. He took his headphones off and put them around his neck. Dirk went to his closet and started digging around in it. He finally then found his suitcase, "Haven't used this thing in years.." He said as he threw it on his unmade bed. Dirk then went to his clothes pile, he had just done laundry yesterday, but he was always too lazy to hang them in his closet. Dirk took mostly all the clothes and put them in the suitcase, along with some chords and his laptop bag. Dirk looked over at his work desk, scattered with tools and parts.
[TT]: You ready to go meet your little english crush?
Great, Auto Responder.
[TT]: AR would you shut up?
[TT]: And yes, I feel as if I am prepared to meet Jake.
[TT]: You gonna have sloppy makeouts with him?
Dirk's orange eyes went wide, thinking about it made his stomach twist.
[TT]: Shut up.
Dirk took off his shades and set them on his desk, glaring at him. "I never should of told you anything." He mumbled as he shook his head, running his hand through his blond hair. He looked at his bag as he went to close it, before he did he caught a glimpse of the mixtape he made for Jake about two years ago, when he discovered deeper feelings for the brit. Dirk quickly scooped it up and put it in a pocket. "Alright Dirk, Friday, we meet Jake English."
