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@dj-wright
YEAH SORRY ABOUT THAT LMAO I WAS LIKE OH SHITTTT HIS CONVO W DANIELLE MAKES IT SEEM LIKE SOMETHING ELSE IS GOING ON LMAO lsdkhgfk bro i'm cryign bc like is this rp technically dead like are we all just gonna keep going or
I luv and miss u
Then you’re going to have to sacrifice yourself with the stretching.
Unfortunately, I think you're right. Stretching is just so boring, though. You know...
Honestly, zen to me is sleep. If I can get that, I am in a total state of body and mind.
That's completely understandable. But I would like to be awake and in a total state of body and mind. Kind of a goal of mine.
You're My Favorite ; DJ&Drew
Although the room was dimly-lit with a cliché candle, the sound DJ’s giggle instantly caused Drew’s face to light up with a smile. He couldn’t imagine how he’d end up looking throughout dinner, considering they were going to have some face-to-face alone time. Chewing his bottom lip gently, he led her to her side of the table and pulled one of the chairs out just in time for DJ to take a seat. “I’ll have you know I was unaware of that marathon,” Andrew replied in his defense before helping her in pushing her chair in, “but I do appreciate that you chose me over Fresh Prince.” Hiding the curve of a smirk making its way to his face as he stood behind her, he took the opportunity to lean into her ear with a whispered promise: “I’ll make it up to you.” Drew moved away and took his own seat, the initial smirk now formed into a genuine smile. He uncovered the pasta he had cooked up earlier with both excitement and anxiety driving his heart to beat quickly. Fidgeting with his fingers, he motioned toward the main dish. “Well, I hope you like it. Um, it’s kinda… It’s not perfect, but I’ve been told it’s the only thing I can make in my kitchen.” Drew nodded quickly before adding with wide eyes, “By my mom. Not another girl. I haven’t really— You know… Never mind.” He let out an inaudible huff, disappointed in himself for already looking stupid in front of December.
She playfully rolled her eyes and let a laugh leave her lips as she sat down in the chair he had pulled out for her. "Since when are you such a gentleman," she chuckled, as he gently pushed her chair in under the dining room table. A light pink blush tinted DJ's cheeks at Drew's whispered words in her ear. What had he meant by that? She chewed down hard on her lower lip and fiddled nervously with her fingers. She wanted to ask him what that had meant, but she felt it would ruin "the mood". Then her eyes took in the pasta he had made and her stomach growled- almost excitedly. "I'm sure it's great, Andrew. Stop worrying," she murmured, looking up at him with honest eyes. She felt like a teenager on an awkward first date with the first boy that's ever asked her on a date-like-thing. Was this a date? She had so many questions that she had no answer to and it made her anxious. Did he think this was a date? Was this only friendly? "You know, you don't need to worry, Andrew. I'm easily impressed, really. I enjoy spending lazy days in sweatpants with Sonny. This is really, really great, I promise," she told him, smiling warmly.
I've always wanted to get into yoga and being "zen" and all. But I can't find it in me to just stretch for hours on end.
But how do you know, huh? Where’s your scientific degree, DJ.
I keep it hidden because I don't want people knowing that I'm actually a scientific genius. Duh, obviously.
You're My Favorite ; DJ&Drew
"How was I going to know you wouldn’t stand me up?" Drew retorted jokingly. As he let out a laugh in agreement, he felt a load suddenly lift from his shoulders, now that he realized it was just DJ he was having dinner with. That was it; he didn’t need to feel so nervous about it, and he needed to constantly remind himself of that. "Sleeping," he responded with a small grin at the vision of his daughter soundly asleep. "She was tired all day, but I got her into bed before you came." Pulling the door open further, he gestured for DJ to come in before slipping his hands into the pockets of his best pair of dark jeans. "Good to see you’re in one full piece." Andrew brought up, using his comment as an excuse to let his eyes travel up her frame. He liked the kind of confidence December had about her, the type that allowed her to dress casually, but still look as attractive as ever. "Just the way I like it." With a subtle wink, he turned away and led the way toward the little dining room, mentioning that the food was ready.
DJ stepped into his apartment, her eyes taking in her surroundings like a small child in a new place. It was small but nice. And it had that 'Drew smell' to it. And she really liked that. Gently, she set her skateboard down by his door. She turned to face him just in time to hear his comment. "Yeah, I would say so. New York is Hell when you're boarding," she chuckled, crossing her arms and shaking her head. But a giggle erupted from her lips as he winked at her. He was always so flirty. But in a subtle way that not many people would notice. "You know, you totally interrupted my Fresh Prince of Bel Air marathon with inviting me over like this," she teased him, sending an annoyed expression his way. "Incredibly rude, might I add," she huffed, falsely. Then a grin spread over her lips as she followed him into the dining room. "Good, because work has me absolutely starving," she chuckled, already smelling the pasta.
Do you think if the whole human population jumped all at once, then the Earth would some how explode or something?
I don't think it would explode...
You're My Favorite ; DJ&Drew
"Daddy, where are you going?" A tiny voice spoke up in question toward Drew’s antsy behavior. Glancing over his shoulder as he removed the apron that was placed over his white dress shirt earlier when he was making pasta, Andrew let out a light chuckle at his daughter. “Daddy has a special guest coming over tonight, babe. Don’t worry, he’ll be right here.” The little one nodded, probably still as confused as ever, but quiet nonetheless due to her exhaustion. “Go on and get your sleep. I’ll be back to check on you, okay?” Placing a short kiss to her forehead, Andrew took one last glance at his sleepy daughter before exiting the room and closing the door until it left enough light from the hallway to shine into the room.
With a grin at the dining table set for two, he hung the apron near the pantry and smoothed out his shirt, unrolling the sleeves of his shirt to look more presentable. Andrew wanted things to be perfect. There was always something about DJ he was attracted to, and although their simple flirtatious remarks didn’t seem to mean to be all too serious, Drew had to admit his attraction to the young woman was enough to make him anxious. He wanted to impress her, not make a fool out of himself. After all, he had never had another girl come to his apartment, not for a while at least, let alone cook dinner for someone other than himself and his daughter. Andrew’s thoughts were shaken away at the sound of knuckles against wood. “She’s here,” he announced to himself before making his way to the door. Drew let out a slow breath before opening it with a small smile. “Hey, glad you could make it.”
DJ grinned widely and took in the appearance of her host for the night. The way he greeted her sounded so formal and foreign coming from his lips, but it made her smile grow larger. "You're talking to me like I wasn't going to come," she pointed out, smirking and cocking an eyebrow. She wasn't wearing anything too fancy- just a flannel button-up over an old band tee, black jeans, and her Converse. Her hair was down in its natural light brown waves down her back. Her board was held in her left hand because her right hand was resting on her hip. She was suddenly very aware of her tomboyish appearance and felt her cheeks heat up. She glanced down and fiddled with the torn grip tape on her board, chewing her lip. "Where's Amethyst," she asked, forcing herself to meet his vibrant green eyes. Her heart began beating a little faster as her light blue eyes met his and she internally forced herself to stop acting like an immature little teenage girl with a schoolgirl crush on a boy. Both she and Drew were adults and this was just a dinner. Not a date. Not a date. Not a date.
You're My Favorite ; DJ&Drew
DJ had no car. She had no money for a car either. So she was stuck with her skateboard for transportation. At times, her board could be a bit of a safety hazard for her and those around her, but it worked for her. DJ had been skateboarding for almost 15 years now, so she knew how to maneuver between pedestrians and street signs. Which is exactly what she was doing as she skated down the sidewalk to Drew's home. She was squealing internally like a 13 year old girl when the boy had asked her to have dinner with him. Just the idea of eating with him in his small apartment with his tiny little family made her hert want to explode in the most pleasurable way possible. DJ's long light brown waves whipped through the wind as she neared Drew's apartment building before jumping off her board and jogging in and up the steps. DJ was grateful for her weekend workouts during times like these. Finally, DJ came to her Drew's door and knocked lightly, not wanting to wake a certain someone from a possible nap. DJ rocked onto the toes then to the heels and back on her Converse, trying to hold back the smile on her face.
No you haven’t, bu— Wait, was that a yes?
Of course it was. I'll be over soon, okay?
Well, if that’s the case, how would you like to spare a few hours with your favorite Drew? Perhaps over some dinner? Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret.
I would love to, Andrew. Did I mention that you're my favorite Andrew as well?
Yeah, I remember play The Sims 3 and always had kleptomaniac people and would steal the wealthy people’s stuff and sell it to make money. I think I was the only one who did that.
I still play The Sims 3, man. That game is my bitch. Although, I use cheats and don't even bother with jobs and such.
That would be correct to some extent, but we all know I’d be your favorite Drew, even if you happened to know another one.
Okay, yeah. Fine, you're right. You are my absolute favorite Drew of all time ever. But don't tell anyone because the other Drews I know might get jealous.
Someone who doesn’t have a phone or maybe they’re just a kleptomaniac?
Ah, yes. Gotta love those instinctive thieves. Until they steal your stuff, I guess...
