New Kid In Town [Dirk x (Male)Reader]

Italian Food

   The next evening you found yourself in your bathroom. Your (E/C) eyes were staring towards your own reflection. You had chosen a semi-formal look, so a pair of ironed kackies and a nice polo. Squinting slightly, you pondered on if you should wear something else. Perhaps a scarf, choker- Anything. Your neck was rather bare, and your clothing was plain and boring. Furrowing your brows, you stepped out of the restroom and went to your front door. You were going to check the weather outside, but touching the freezing doorknob you knew enough. With a nod of your head, you returned back to your room to get warmer attire.

   Slamming your closet door open, you pulled out a (F/C), thick turtle neck. This colour had always brought out your eyes, so you knew it would be a good choice. Smirking slightly, you changed your shirt into the sweater. The kackies looked absolutely horrific with the sweater, though, so you quickly changed into a pair of white jeans instead. Alright, you were almost done getting ready, you just needed a few more things! You walked back into your bathroom and grabbed a comb, combing through your (H/C) hair and getting it into a more debonair style. Poking out your tongue slightly, you grabbed a dark red scarf and draped it around your throat. Now you were stylin' and profilin'! 

  Pulling on your shoes, you grabbed your car keys, phone and wallet, then stepped out the door. To your surprise, though, Dirk was parked outside of your driveway, leaning back against his vehicle. He looked rather handsome, too. He was wearing a large blue fur-coat, and the normal jeans and shoes. How could that look handsome? Well... seeing someone so bundled up was rather cute to you, rather handsome, so let me rephrase that. He looked rather cute, too. 

   Sifting your fingers through your mass of (H/C) hair nervously, you strode your way over, shoving your keys and so on into your jean pocket. Smiling sheepishly, you gave a soft wave as you approached. Dirk smirked in return and nodded a soft 'Hello'. He dug around in his pocket for something, then handed you a small envelope. You began to open it as Dirk turned around towards the car. He lead you to the passenger seat and opened the door, sitting you down. Closing the door, he walked back to his side and sat down.

  "Buckle up, buttercup," The blonde grumbled as he shoved the carkey into the ignition and turned on the car. Buckling your seat belt, you continued to open the envelope. Dirk turned on the radio, but kept it quiet so you would be able to talk and hear each other over it. You glanced up towards the rearview mirror as you continued to open it, slowly and hesitantly. Wait- What is that? Squinting, you turned your head around to be staring into the eyes of a puppet. It sat limply on the back, leaning against the door. You looked back over towards Dirk, mouth opening slightly to question, then shut it just as quick. 

   You finished opening the envelope and pulled out a small card. It was blank on the outside... how uninteresting. Opening it, you noticed Dirk had written you a small note: 'Sorry if I creeped you out before. My bad. Glad you decided to go through with this, though. Means quite a lot to me. Also, the dude in the back is my bro Cal. Don't mind him, he doesn't talk much. Oh, and I hope you like Italian food.' You smiled slightly, then looked towards Dirk as he focused strictly on the road ahead of them.