You're A Mess, Tangled With Your Confidence

Date?

I sat on the park bench, sketching quietly in my notebook. He would be here soon. As I wondered what would happen, I found myself feeling flustered. I messed with the sleeve of my dark green distressed sweatshirt and set down my things. I replayed the last words he had spoken to me this morning in my head. 'So, see you at 8?' I checked the clock. I had time to spare. Jade had been on my case the entire time, asking questions while I struggled to find something to wear. The weather kept in my favor, the only difference being more clouds in the sky and the sun in a different place than where it was. Suddenly, I was shaken from my thoughts.

"Hiya, Jake." his voice rang in my ears in a way that made my heart flutter. But ever since the whole memory thing, I wasn't able to be scared like I once was. I met his eyes, which were of course currently hidden underneath his signature sunglasses.

"Hello it is, Dirk." He sensed my neutral mood, chewing on his cheek and taking a seat next to me. Before he could say anything I spoke word vomit.

"I'm tired of this!" surprised by my own tense demeanor, I began messing with my hair and soon gave up. I looked at him, seeing him take off his shades and look at the ground. I couldn't read his expression.

"Okay, well remember when I said I had important shizz to lay down?" he spoke quietly and the lack of humour in his voice told me there was something important coming up.

"Yeah?" 

"I'll tell you. It may not be. . .believable. But it's true. I trust you enough to the point where I think I can tell you this. I know we had a little. . .duet planned? We can do that after, right?" I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't lying when I said I was tired. I kept having weird dreams. Focus, English.

"Fine. Just tell me." this came out as a mutter. Even now, Dirk seemed jittery. I don't think I've seen him like this before.

"I'm. . .sort of important. Like, no. Um. . ." He moved closer to me, our shoulders touching. I tried not to notice while listening. I kept quiet.

"I know this sounds hella weird. But, I'm sort of royal descendancy. So are Dave and Bro. We're descended from the people in that painting I showed you. That's why I've known so much about them my entire life. And well. . .There's people looking for us, Jake-"

"Wait- what?!" He was whispering the entire time, looking at my sketches in my journal. No?

"ShhHHH! There could be someone listening!" He quietly yelled this, smacking me in the chest with my own journal. I winced a bit and rubbed where he hit.

"Okay, okay. Continue." this came out in a whisper and I found myself looking around us in a paranoid manner. 

"If you remember the people in the painting, then you would know there were -are- two separate families. You should remember the eye colors. That's why we wear shades? Besides the fact that they're super dank, I mean. The other family that isn't of my descendancy decided to make themselves an oracle of sorts while we chose to live a simpler life. Bro hasn't told me all of it yet but from what I know is that the other family is looking for us. We're competition to them. I've gathered that they may have hired a family of trigger people to hunt us down. Bro's been training us like soldiers since we were born to prepare for that." I suddenly felt a pressure on my chest. Shit.

"Dirk, I. . . . I think they may know where you are." A panicked expression filled his eyes. One that I couldn't entirely understand. He looked scared.