Prompt: I would like to read a chapter that involves Dimitri going a little out of character, for example where he is genuinely scared for Theo because of an accident or something like that and Theo has to calm him down. :3
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS DAMN PROMPT. This is my third time writing this stupid thing, and the only time I managed to finish it without getting frustrated and deleting it all -.- Ugh like I kept wanting to write it because I loved the idea, but it was so frustrating. So, enjoy a completely different side of Dimitri, and cut me some slack here please XD
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My phone buzzed and I pulled it out. “Hello?”
“Little Theodore, care to charm me with your presence?”
I sighed. “Yea, sure Dimitri.”
I could hear the grin in his voice. “Thank you, darling. I’ll see you here in a few minutes.”
“Yea, yea, yea,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“We can watch Tarzan!” he said, and I nearly laughed at the excitement in his voice. My boyfriend was such a weirdo.
“Whatever you want Dimitri. I’ll be over in a few minutes,” I said and hung up the phone.
I left my bedroom after pulling on a shirt and went downstairs. My parents were sitting at the kitchen table together, sipping coffee and talking about work.
“Hey, I’m going to Dimitri’s,” I said, grabbing the car keys.
“Have fun!” Thalia said, peeking her head into the kitchen. “And tell him I said hi!”
“Have fun Theo,” mom said, her eyes scanning over some packet she was filling out.
“Adios,” I said, giving a short wave.
I went outside and slid into the car, blasting my music as I pulled out of the driveway. I was so tired that I was probably going to fall asleep in the middle of Tarzan. Every time I fell asleep in the middle of it, Dimitri would pout at me when I woke up, ranting about how I was such a terrible person for falling asleep in the middle of the greatest movie ever, and what the hell was wrong with me for sleeping through Tarz-
I looked over at the sound of several car horns. My eyes widened and I let out a yell as a car crashed into the side of mine, sending my car sliding off the side of the road into the grass.
My heart hammered and I gripped the steering wheel for dear life. I gulped and peeked over, where the side of the car was dented in, the window shattered. The other car had slid and lightly hit another car. People were getting out of their cars, on the phone.
After a few minutes, as I was trying to urge myself to release the steering wheel, paramedics came over to my car. One opened the door.
“I’m fine,” I said shakily, finally letting go of the steering wheel. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”
The man helped me out of my car, asking me what had happened, had I hit my head, did anything hurt. Question after question as he inspected me.
