Justification | Deetranada AU

timorous

Early Evening

(Dee POV)

Dee shifts against Don, finding a more comfortable spot to relax. She scrolls on her phone, pausing occasionally to laugh as he watches his phone intently. 'What time do you have to be there?' he asks, taking her attention.

'Um, 9 I think,' she mumbles, typing a comment on a fanpage's video of her. 'You guys need a ride?' he asks, pausing his livestream. She shakes her head, putting her phone to sleep. 'My mom takin' us.'

He nods, resuming his video, the livestreamers loud voice jarring as he yells at his screen. She leans over, attempting to make sense of the video but all she can make out is a guy playing an older Mario game.

'You always watchin' people play games you already got,' she teases. 'And you watch people rap when you do it yourself,' he counters with a sly smile. 'Nooo,' she drawls. 'That's different, we not all the same.'

'Neither are we,' he replies, exiting the video and putting his phone aside. She tries to maintain her annoyed expression at his comparison but can't as he flashes a bright smile. She finds herself staring for a moment, his eyes meeting hers as blush reddens her face.

She looks away, nervously pulling her hair into her face in an attempt to hide it.

'So what do you wanna do?' he asks with a sigh. She shrugs, continuing to avoid looking at him. 'We can just chill, watch a movie or something,' she offers. 'You hungry?' he questions before stopping. 'Nevermind, what do you want?'

She scoffs as he stands, stretching. 'Maybe I'm not hungry,' she mutters. He chuckles, leaving the room for the kitchen. 'Sure, Jan.' Jan...the fuck is Jan? 

She rolls her eyes, hastily standing and following him into the kitchen. 'Who the fuck is Jan?' she says, her voice riddled with jealousy. He chuckles, rummaging through the fridge. 'Brady Bunch,' he replies casually, taking out a few vegetables. 'You think your mom would mind if I used the ground beef?'

She rolls her eyes, folding her arms, 'Not if you makin' enough for her. And the fuck Brady Bunch gotta do with me not bein' hungry?' He sighs, closing the fridge before turning toward her. 

'It's not funny if I explain it to you,' he begins. 'Just know I know you're lying and it's okay.'

He continues to gather supplies, a cutting board, a frying pan and a mixing bowl. She frowns, attempting to decipher what it is he's making. 'You even know what you doing?' she questions, confused. 'Yup,' he replies with a smile. 'Thinking cheeseburgers, some fries too if I can find the potatoes.'

'We could go to McDonald's and get burgers,' she points out. 'But you'd just get nuggets,' he counters to her dismay. She bites her laugh, quickly thinking of a response but he beats her to it. 'Just let me cook for you,' he smiles.

Her eyes begin to shift as he does, a sense of weightless beginning to fill her. She clears her throat, nodding as she looks in another direction. The weightlessness begins to settle but she can still feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Get it together, Dee.

She takes a deep breath and looks back at him, his station finally set up. 'You want help?' she asks, starting to the sink to wash her hands. 'Nah, it's okay,' he says. 'Go set the table.' She frowns, 'Takes like two minutes.'