Meeting and Dating Dwayne
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Even when you don't see him, you know he's there. You feel him in the air like electricity. Like the charged atmosphere of a fast approaching storm. The feeling of static ripples across your skin, raising hair and goosebumps in it's wake. He's impossible to ignore. Your entire body screams at you to seek him out. To look, to search, to find him. Find him where he always is: just across the way. He's always there, and he's always staring. A brooding sentinel under the neon lights of the busy boardwalk.
He looks like he belongs in the dark, like a stalking predator lurking in plain sight. His prominent brow casts shadows across his chiseled face, accentuating the tired circles under his smoldering eyes. His gaze is enigmatic: troubling and captivating all at once. It stops you in your tracks every time you get caught in it, rooting you in place as your entire body reacts: equal parts flustered and unnerved. It's hard to decipher which emotion rules over the other when your stomach flutters so wildly and your heart beats so madly.
When you stare back at him, you will yourself to understand. To understand what he wants from you. To garner some kind of meaning from his expressionless face. To understand why a complete stranger elicits such a powerful reaction from you: something so intense, and hot, and stirring. But when you stare back at him, the only thing you garner is the hunger. He looks like he wants to eat you alive.....
Even so, you can't ignore him. Not in any lasting way....
Only occasionally will you look upon him and find him locked upon another target. Sometimes it's another stranger, other times it's a member of his own eclectic crew. Yet even then, you're incapable of fooling yourself into thinking that he's unaware of you. He finds you too seamlessly, as though your location is innately familiar to him. It's in those moments that he smiles—and his grin is almost worse than the indecipherable expression that you've grown to expect. Not because it's ugly, but because it's dangerous. It's dangerous because it's inviting.
It would be easy—so, so easy—to simply walk over. To allow your trembling legs to march you towards him and take you where you yearn to go. A strangling sensation interrupts that train of thought: a reminder that you haven't breathed since getting caught in his captivating stare. It's a reminder that this is anything but natural, or perhaps that it's far too natural: like a Venus flytrap luring in its prey.
You tear your gaze away from him—better late than never—and force yourself to turn in the opposite direction, even if a small part of you screams out a string of nonsensical objections. Despite the internal struggle, you stay firm in your resolve. You ignore the inexplicable pull that draws you towards him: towards the undeniable danger of the dark and beautiful stranger.
It doesn't get easier the farther you get. You continue to wonder about him: about the next time he'll turn up, about why you're his chosen "victim", about what the future has in store for you. There used to be nights where you didn't see him at all, "days" at a time passing without a single glimpse or unmistakable sign of his lingering presence.
He no longer stays gone for very long....
Now you see him every time you walk the boardwalk, whether you're alone or with friends. He has friends too—if that's what he considers them—and sometimes they watch you with him. Their gazes are far more fleeting than his are, and oftentimes easier to read. They regard you with amusement, as though entertained by their friends' interest in you. He pays less attention to you whenever he has company. It's a seemingly conscious effort, rather than the product of being distracted. You wonder if it's out of embarrassment or something else....
Tonight you're alone, strolling the boardwalk for something to do. Rollercoaster? No. Concert? No. Carnival games? No. A little boy runs past. You're ashamed by how quickly you recognize him. That's when you feel it: feel him. For the first time ever, he's right by your side.
You expect him to be looking ahead when you chance a glance at his profile, but instead, he's looking at you. He doesn't speak immediately, neither do you. The two of you just stare at each other, like you're both enthralled with the other. You look away first, just like you always do.
"What's your name?" It's the first thing you've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's smooth, and quiet, and it makes your heart beat even faster, fluttering in your chest like hummingbird wings.
"Y/n." You respond, willing your voice not to tremble. You try not to stare—a very conscious effort. It feels wrong to be this close to him: close enough to count the long, dark lashes surrounding his deep, black eyes. A moment passes and he remains silent.
"What's your name?" You ask, realizing that he isn't going to give it to you freely. He's smiling when you glance over at him. Your mouth goes dry.
"Dwayne." He answers simply, his voice like warm honey. Something inside you stirs.
Dwayne is quiet, quiet in both his voice and his temperament. Though his presence is constant, his conversation is sparse. He follows you down the boardwalk, or maybe you follow him. You suppose that the two of you walk together, both following after the boy. Dwayne seems comfortable in the silence, as though he's more interested in your presence than your voice. You wish you could say the same. The silence is maddening.
The questions are no better: spoken at just the right moments; leaving you hanging on by a thread. Just when you think you're free from his trap, he snares you yet again. Every time he does, you can almost see the satisfaction written across his face. He looks faintly pleased with himself, and maybe a little amused: like he knows exactly what he's doing and finds it entertaining. Yet it never crosses your mind to leave. The concept is unfathomable, even when the logical side of you screams at you to do so.
But he doesn't seem so dangerous now that he's so close. Now he's just handsome—handsome and mysterious, and deeply alluring.
You see his friends before he does; at least you think you do. They're further down the boardwalk and they're looking at you. At the two of you, sure, but mainly at you. You don't like the weight of their stares. They look far too expectant....
The boy, Laddie, runs ahead and joins them, the action seemingly routine. Dwayne stops walking once he does, turning his body towards you as you follow his lead and pause. Though he angles himself in your direction, his eyes remain locked on the lightest and most striking member of his gang. They share a silent conversation as the two of you stand mere yards away, and though you aren't privy to what they're "saying", the implication is obvious enough.
"Do you have to go?" You ask, knowing he won't supply it himself. The question is redundant. Even you know that.
"Do you want to come?" He asks instead of answering, finally looking at you as he waits for your reply. His gaze is almost enough to convince you.
"I shouldn't." You say decidedly. It's the first smart decision you've made all night.
"Okay." The answer is understanding rather than disappointed. With most men, the one word response would be a punishment. With Dwayne, it's different. Even as you both stand there staring at each other, you don't feel like he's trying to pressure you or change your mind. You just feel like he's not quite ready to let you go. You're not ready either.
"Goodnight." You offer, forcing yourself to make the first move. You don't know if this anomaly in routine will change things between the two of you, but you can't stay in this moment forever. You'll have to face it eventually, whether that means never seeing him again or seeing him far too much.
"'Night." He replies as he takes his first step away from you. You watch him go, forcing yourself to look away once you're sure that he's leaving. It's only when you hear all of their bikes roar to life that you steal yourself another glance. He catches your eye one last time, his lip twitches, and then he's gone.
Fortunately—at least you think it is—he doesn't stay gone for very long. He falls into step with you the next time you visit the boardwalk, catching you by surprise as you wander the sandy wood and rough concrete. He offers you a small smile as your eyes travel up from his moving feet to his handsome face. You can't help but reciprocate it. The little boy isn't with him tonight. Tonight he's all yours.
A little girl passes the two of you clutching a big stuffed prize. You watch her as she goes, your head swiveling.
"You want one?" He asks without a hint of judgement. Even so, you feel a bit silly and instinctively prepare to refuse, a slightly embarrassed smile tugging at your lips.
"I'll win you one." He promises. He doesn't sound cocky, just certain of it. He nods his head in the direction of a line of games, gesturing for you to follow him with a tempting smile. You let him lead you to the game in question, your rejections dying on your tongue.
He does, in fact, win you one. In the following weeks, the stuffed prize moves from the chair in your bedroom, to your nightstand, to your bed itself where it makes its permanent home. The two of you grow closer in tandem. Though your hangouts vary in length, you see each other nearly every night. Sometimes you're together for hours, others, only minutes. He seems incapable of leaving you be, as though he needs to get his fill of you in one way or another, even if it's just to tell you, disappointingly so, that he's going to be busy. Even so, you stop going to the boardwalk with your friends, unwilling to miss out on spending time with him.
You know they wouldn't approve. Not if they knew the half of it. A runaway. A troublemaker. A mysterious boy on a fast bike, who sleeps all day and parties all night. And watches you—has watched you. For how long? You're not sure. You should stay away from him. You know you should. But you still go home, lie in bed, stroke the fuzzy snout of your stuffed toy, and think about him. Your mind calls you naive and foolish, but your body doesn't feel the danger that you know you're supposed to.
Every time you get ready to go out, you brace yourself for the day that he doesn't show. You know it's going to happen, eventually it will have to, but it doesn't make it any less disappointing when it finally does....
You spend far longer on the boardwalk than you ever have, hoping that he'll eventually arrive. You finally give up late in the night, or perhaps, more accurately: early in the morning. The streets are silent. You can hear stray leaves scraping against the pavement: an exclusive melody for only the loneliest of people. An engine roars behind you and your disheartened demeanor turns hopeful. Dwayne pulls up beside you and offers you a ride home. For once, you agree without thinking.
The ride is fast, almost too fast, but it's thrilling. You only wish it could have lasted longer. To have your hands on him a little longer: pressed into his back; clinging to his torso as he speeds into the night, wind whipping through your hair. You've touched each other before, but this is different. This is really touching and you don't think you'll ever get enough....
He stops at the end of your street. At the edge of the long, dark stretch of asphalt. It's checkered in shadows, moonlight flitting through the leaves of the tall trees lining the road. He cuts his engine and the scraping melody commences once more. He helps you off his bike, his hand in yours, face intimidatingly close: angled towards you so that you can feel his breath on your skin as you shift. You're wrapped around him as you dismount, sliding your hands and legs across his back. Your fingers tingle where you've touched him. Your entire body is alight.
That familiar magnetic pull tugs you closer. And it's easy—so, so easy—to simply give in and go. To let yourself be moved, bit by bit, inch by inch, until you're right there in his face, putting yourself on the line. He watches you as you near, gaze as enigmatic as always, but once you're close enough, he seizes control, tilting his chin upwards to capture your lips. The kiss is smooth, deep and penetrating, and the liquid heat that you're used to sampling floods your senses entirely. Suddenly, all there is is him.
"Come back to mine." He murmurs against your lips.
The invitation is so enticing....
- Inseparable. That's the only way to describe the two of you. The progression is so slow that you don't even realize it at first. Not until your lives are so intertwined that all of your stories start with "me and Dwayne" instead of just "I". For a few fleeting moments, you worry that you're losing your sense of self. But the more you ponder it, the more you realize that it's Dwayne who's performing the sacrifice. He's the one bending the knee: the one who goes along with all of your little whims simply because he wants to spend time with you. Then you worry that you're being unfair, but Dwayne simply smiles, promising that the score will even out in the end....
- But it isn't just the time you spend together that makes the two of you inseparable, it's also how often you touch each other. Dwayne—the boy you once considered mysterious and elusive— has become, what you can only describe as, ...clingy. It becomes increasingly and endearingly obvious to you the longer the two of you are together. He gravitates towards you like he can't help but want to be around you, either touching you directly or simply standing very close. He behaves in a way that lets everyone know that you're couple, even if it’s just from his change in demeanor.
- Dwayne touches you as often as he can. He reaches out to you like it’s the most instinctual thing in the world. He circles and brushes against you, caressing you as he passes. Stroking your skin, squeezing your shoulders, patting your back, holding your hand. It borders on animalistic, in the truest sense of the word. It's not violent or aggressive, it's simply natural: like two fish swimming around each other or birds circling in flight. His attraction to you is obvious, and though his actions are oftentimes playful, they also reek of a deep seated longing.
- He likes to hang on you: hugging you from behind, wrapping his arms around you, leaning against you, etc. He clings to you and pulls you closer whenever he can, yet he always seems to know exactly when you’d like him to let go. It's like he’s completely attuned to all of your feelings, or, at the very least, knows your subtle habits.
- You're not sure if it's an actual preference or just a matter of convenience, but he always seems to kiss you in the places above your eyebrows. Your hairline, head, temple, the middle of your forehead: it's all fair game for him.
- Dwayne's kisses are deep, lingering, and passionate. They're heavy and intimate: a needy mix of mouths that can grow so intense that it makes you feel dizzy. When the two of you separate, the world seems fuzzy and warm, blurring around the edges like a fading picture. Sometimes it feels like you're growing addicted to him, like he's an urge you can't quite satisfy, a drug you can never get enough of. You can spend hours kissing him. He always seems to feel the same.
- He loves playing with your hair whenever the two of the lay with each other, his bracelets jingling quietly as his hand moves around your head. Most of the time, you alternate between laying your head in his lap and resting your head on his chest/shoulder, the two of you blinking lazily at the world around you. You also have a tendency to burrow into his side whenever the two of you stand together—a tendency matched by his habit of teasingly squashing you against his chest and wrapping you up in his jacket.
- He mainly calls you by your given name, but whenever he does call you a pet name, it's usually "sunshine", except for the occasional "baby".
- I have very little basis for this, but I feel like Dwayne was more of an "outdoor kid" compared to the other boys. Because of this, I feel like he'd have more of an affinity for the sun, and that he'd miss it accordingly. That's part of the reason why he calls you sunshine. But it's also the reason why he can treat your sunburns with familiarity, and why he relishes the warmth of your skin whenever you come home from a long day of basking in the sun.
- The two of you live in comfortable silence: able to just be around each other without having to fill in the gaps. And though Dwayne continues to, on occasion, be an enigma to you, he always seems to know exactly what you're thinking, acting as if he can read your mind. You think it's because he pays so much attention to you, probably more than you'll ever know.
- You get to understand him more once you finally learn what he is. He becomes more open with you when the two of you start dating and slowly but surely, you start to piece everything together. Once you figure it out, everything about him just seems to click into place. The longer you're together, the more vulnerable he acts with you, and, subsequently, the easier he is to read. After you turn— if that's your choice—the two of you can communicate with just a couple of looks, moving in tandem with each other like you're a truly bonded pair.
- He likes leaving things on your windowsill for you. Flowers, bones, jewelry, trinkets, seashells: if it's small enough to balance on the ledge, he'll leave it there for you to find.
- Using your bedroom window like a door, whether it's you going out of it or him. Dwayne's a little more considerate than the other boys: more likely to make plans in advance, or to stay extra quiet so that you don't have to worry about him waking up the whole house. The two of you establish a sort of rudimentary routine: a loosely set time schedule for sneaking in and out of your home. He takes the time to learn when your housemates usually leave and/or when they typically go to sleep, and he uses it to his advantage.
- Sometimes he'll catch them out on the boardwalk and will rush over to your place for an impromptu hangout. Unlike some of the other more thrill seeking members of the group, he's more than happy to just laze around your bedroom with you.
- Sometimes, when you come home from a evening out, he'll be in your bedroom waiting for you, sitting in the dark like a stalking predator. You won't even know he's there. You'll think you're in an empty room and then suddenly he'll appear, interrupting your nightly routine with the shocking sight of his presence or the sudden sound of his voice.
- Most of the time, he'll speak up when you start to struggle with the zipper of your dress or the clasp of your necklace, letting out a simple "need help?" that makes you jump out of your skin. Other times, especially when he's feeling a little jealous, envious, or suspicious, he'll scare you with a "have fun?" instead. Either way, he offers you some form of apologetic affection every time he scares you, even though he likely does it on purpose more often than not.
- If you happen to work a night shift, he's always visiting you, claiming that he was in the area and that he just wanted to see how you were doing. Though he's part of the Lost Boys gang, Dwayne keeps to himself enough that your boss is usually fine with him hanging around, especially if you're just stocking shelves or something else of the sort.
- He puts your hair up for you whenever he notices it getting in the way. He also absentmindedly braids it when the two of you sit together.
- Doing each others makeup. He likes having a reason to be close to you, and an excuse to touch and look at your face. Eyeliner is fair game for the both of you, and something he's especially good at, but if want to do anything more than that, you'll likely have to convince him. That being said, he's surprisingly good at applying other cosmetics to your face when given the chance.
- He's not the most artistic person in the world, but he is a little crafty. He mostly makes you jewelry, usually of the more rustic and imperfect variety. He also occasionally weaves you daisy chains.
- I mentioned it before, but Dwayne's kind of fine with whatever you wanna do. He lets you drag him around wherever you'd like, patiently and happily going along with all of your ideas. He's laidback and easy going, and honestly he just enjoys spending time with you, regardless of what you're doing.
- Carnival and arcade games.
- Getting shown all of his skateboarding tricks. He likely insisted on teaching you how to ride when you showed the slightest bit of interest in it: patiently steadying you on the board and helping you practice until you were confident enough to skate on your own.
- Riding on his motorcycle with him. Dwayne’s the best person to hitch a ride with, mainly because he drives a little more carefully than the rest of the gang. He’s still fast and somewhat reckless, but he doesn’t make you completely fear for your life.
- Nighttime beach dates. You cuddle into his side and watch the stars, listening to the crackling of your bonfire and the sound of the waves.
- Night swims. He wraps you up in his arms to keep you warm, whether you're still in the water or drying up on the rocks/sand. He kisses your bare shoulders while you sit together, distracting himself with the feel of your skin.
- He likes taking you to serene little places far away from the populated parts of town: teaching you how to skip stones, catching you fireflies, and picking you flowers. He also occasionally attempts to spook and/or tease you, telling you scary stories and momentarily disappearing into the darkness of the woods while you roll your eyes and tell him he isn't funny. When you come across wooden railings or fences, he sits you up on them and stands between your legs to kiss you, or stands behind your back to hug you.
- Going to the playground at night. The monkey bars, the swings, the jungle gyms, the stupid little merry-go-rounds: he enjoys himself on all of it and he looks good while doing it.
- You call him your "monkey man" because of how often he'll climb things and swing from random trees. Honestly, he used to scare you a little before you knew that he was a vampire. You used to scold him that he'd really hurt himself one day, and all he'd do in response was smile and tell you that it was cute that you were worried.
- Though you hang out with the rest of the Lost Boys, particularly after you turn/find out what they are, you're oftentimes in your own little areas: sharing seats meant for one, leaning against distant walls, wandering around the cave, etc.
- He always feeds you first before he gets something for himself. The first box Marko throws to him always goes to you, and he's always willing to switch with you if you don't like what you got.
- Most people think that Paul is the one who likes to blast music, and while he does, Dwayne listens to the stereo just as loud, if not louder, especially when its playing his favorites. He doesn't use his own voice very often, but he makes up for it with the sheer volume of whichever radio he can get his hands on. Don't worry though, he also lets you blast your music.
- Like most of the Lost Boys, Dwayne isn't immune to having "sticky fingers", especially when it comes to the cheap knickknacks that people like to sell on the boardwalk—things that, at the end of the day, no one will ever really miss. Keychains with your initial/name on it, a plastic figurine, a seashell necklace, etc. Sometimes he'll shell out the couple of bucks that they're charging, but most of the time he'll just shove it into his pocket the second they're distracted. The top of your dresser is covered in stolen gifts, whether you realize it or not.
- I don't think Dwayne's parents were very present in his previous life. I think he came home to an empty house a lot, and likely didn't celebrate his birthday very often. It's why he doesn't really understand the importance of them. He'll remember what day yours is, and will wish you a genuine happy birthday, but he doesn't really know how to make them special nor does he feel like he has to. They've always been just another day for him so try not to hold it against him. Nevertheless, he does try to be better at them if they seem to mean a lot to you.
- The others aren't uncontrollable around blood, but Dwayne's definitely one of the more restrained members of the group. You can get your period or get cut around him and you won't have to worry about being in danger or being relentlessly teased. He'll take care of you with ease and will innocently kiss your injuries in an attempt to make you feel better.
- Speaking of blood, you once had a mosquito land on you and after one of you smacked it dead, he leaned over and licked the blood off of your skin, making you stiffen in shock. You shoved him away and teasingly called him a weirdo, claiming that he was just like Paul. All he did was grin and laugh at you, letting you playfully push at his shoulders and head. It's moments like that that remind you that he's still a Lost Boy, even if he seems like one of the more civilized members of the group.
- Dwayne's the most lenient and patient of the group, able to put up with your attitude a little more than the others. He stays calm whenever you give him shit, staying sympathetic and considerate towards you, and letting you take the time that you need to relax. He gives you space and lets you come to him whenever you're ready to talk, always ready to lend you an ear and try his best to comfort you however he can. The others find your temper somewhat amusing, Dwayne just feels bad that you're in a bad mood.
- Dwayne tries his best to keep you away from the rest of the Lost Boys until he's ready to explain vampirism to you. He thinks the lifestyle is a blast, but he understands that it's not for everyone. He doesn't want you being tricked into turning and then spending the rest of eternity being angry with him. He'd rather you make the decision for yourself, and while he loves his gang like brothers, he understands that they aren't the safest or most trustworthy of company. He just wants you to be as content and as clear minded as possible before you have to make the biggest decision of your life.
- Once he does start bringing you around the boys, you and Paul become fast friends. The blonde is the goofiest and the friendliest of the group, and he likes to make sure that you're having fun, especially since him and Dwayne are particularly close with each other.
- Once you turn, you find that there's a particular chasm between you and Star. You're friendly with her and she's friendly with you, but you've never been very close, mainly because you just can't seem to understand why she's so unhappy with the boys. The feeding isn't ideal, and it's certainly an alternative way of life, but you're happy to be a lost girl, you're content with Dwayne, and though you can sympathize, you can never truly side with her. Above everyone and everything else, you choose your boyfriend, and that unfortunately makes you some sort of enemy to her; or at least not an ally.
- You and Dwayne have a tendency to converse quietly, murmuring lowly to each other while you're crowded in close together. If it isn't a full on conversation than it's him whispering huskily into your ear, pressing his face close to your own as he tells you whatever he needs to. It always gives you goosebumps regardless of what he's saying.
- To a lot of people, Dwayne comes across as very serious, but he's actually quite playful, especially when he's alone with you. He likes to tease you: joking around and flirting with you, nibbling and tickling your skin. He likes making you flustered and he likes hearing you giggle, it's one of his favorite things in the world.
- He's always been a little more reserved, always acted a little more stoic, but anytime he's with you, he finds himself coming more and more out of his shell. You're one of the "things" that makes him smile and laugh the most, and you're glad to be of service.
- Dwayne's shirtless nearly 24/7 and it sometimes makes you feel like a misogynistic boyfriend who's about to tell his girlfriend to go back home and change. You just don't like the way other girls look at him, the way they try to flirt with him the minute you're not by his side—or even when you still are. He always chuckles when you get jealous, finding it adorable when you usher him away and/or get all huffy.
"You know I only like you, sunshine." Yeah, blah, blah, blah Mr. tits out.
- Dwayne is somewhat quick to jealousy but he hides it behind his usual stoic expression. The longer you're together, the easier it is for you to notice when his body tenses up and his jaw clenches in annoyance: small details that you don't realize are a sign of jealousy until later on in your relationship. While he trusts you not to cheat on him, he thinks of you as his person, his other half, so he isn't too keen on sharing you. He also doesn't like having your limited time together being taken up by somebody else, someone you can arguably see during the daytime; though he doesn't really like the thought of that either. Anyone making you busy is just an inconvenience to him.
- He's always looking out for you and ensuring that you're safe. He's a bit more aware of your human fragility, so on top of protecting you from the rest of humanity, he also protects you from inanimate objects and the Earth itself. He always makes sure that you don't fall down and/or injure yourself, offering you his hand when there's a particularly unsteady area you need to walk across. He also insists on doing things for you if he deems them a little too dangerous: like retrieving things that have landed in hazardous areas and/or other things of the sort.
- The two of you rarely ever fight. He just doesn't have it in him. He finds it incredibly difficult to get angry with you in general, let alone angry enough to start an argument. He might get upset with you if you lash out at him, but most of the time, he just tries to be understanding and give you space. If you're having an actual problem with each other then you typically try to calmly talk it out. The two of you barely get to see each other enough as it is, why would you waste precious time by being stubborn and unnecessarily bickering with each other?
- When you do fight, he forgives you almost instantly. If he finds getting angry with you incredibly difficult, then rest assured that he finds staying mad at you nearly impossible. The minute he sees your sad face or hears a proper apology he just can't help but forgive you. Whenever he's in the wrong, he always makes sure that you're willing to talk to him before offering you a genuine apology. Unfortunately for you, you're just as whipped for him as he is for you, making it impossible for you to stay mad at him as well.
- Every now and again, he'll admit that he's "never felt this way about anyone else before". It's his way of saying a 'I love you'. He thinks it has more meaning that way. That simply saying ‘I love you’ is sort of cliche. But if you want to say it—or really want him to—he'll do the same.
- Dwayne intends on spending the rest of your life with you. He just hopes that you'll choose to make it eternal....
