final date - sorry i don’t like cheese
((i skipped the beginning of the rp because i just didn’t want to write it, i didn’t edit this either. so here is this really well-written rp, just ignore my sarcasm that is throughout. this is actually a really shitty fic so I would 10/10 recommend)) also the format somehow got messed up so just ignore that)
We arrive at dinner, I get out of the Vulcan and look at the building. “Wow, it’s so nice.” He looks over and smirks at me, “only the best for my final four.” I take his hand as we walk inside. We take a seat, more towards the back for privacy. I sit down and open the menu and a thought pops in my head. It’s been 3 months since the last time I was at a restaurant. “So, what looks good?” “I’m usually a fan of the cheese ravioli here.” I start laughing and roll my eyes, “you and your cheese.” He’s confused, “what?” “Don’t you like cheese?” I know we have had this conversation before. “Yeah… I mean I like cheese just as much as the next guy.” “Oh, I just remember you being very passionate about cheese when I said I wasn’t a fan.” I look back down at the menu. “Well, you said string cheese was your favorite cheese! That’s not even a cheese!” Um rude, cheese is in the title and string cheese is fun and good. “At least I didn’t say canned cheese. That’s just gross.” I could never do that to myself. He laughs, “true. So what are you thinking of getting?” “I’m thinking about the Alfredo, it’s my favorite.” He looks up and smirks, “you know what’s in Alfredo sauce.” I smile, “hmmm what?” “Cheese.” I act shocked, “WHAT! NO! REALLY?” He gasps, “yes.” I look back at the menu and loudly whisper with a pout, “I’m still getting the Alfredo.” The waiter comes and takes our orders. “So tell me if you could get any breed of dog, what breed would it be?” I love dogs, if he doesn’t like dogs this is over “I think a husky.” “Good choice, they are so cute.” “What about you?” “I have a pitbull who I love but I love English bulldogs, they have so many wrinkles.” Like, have you seen a bulldog? “And you like that?” He asks with a look. “Yeah… why?” He shrugs, “just wondering if you like particularly like wrinkles on humans, too.” “Hmmm, sure…?” Dom are you okay? Do you need help? “Are you attracted to people with wrinkles? Like… old people?” Dom what the actual freak?! Dogs wrinkles and human wrinkles are very different. “No, I’m not attracted to old people if that’s what you’re asking.” Why would I be attracted to old people, that’s like the opposite of a pervert. “Mmmkay.” “Why.” “Just wondering if I’m too young for your tastes.” Still Dom wtf. “No. I like wrinkles on dogs. Why would you even think that?” Like really, why. He starts dying laughing, “I’m just messing with you.” I chuckle, “why do you like old people? Am I too young?” “Nope, definitely not.” Well that’s good, no opposite perverts here. “What do you really want to know about me?” “I don’t know. There’s not really anything specific to ask… I mean I already have a pretty good feel for who you are as a person.” “Really?” Because I know nothing about you besides you like cheese as much as the next guy. He shrugs, “yeah, mostly.” “I’m shocked.” The food arrives and we eat the cheesy meal in silence. “Well that was a good meal, if I do say so myself.” says Dom. “It was pretty good for being cheese.” “It was excellent because it was cheese,” he goes to stand up, “ready to go?” “Yeah,” I stand up and take his hand. “So, ready to head back to the palace?” I look over, “could we wander around downtown?” “Uhh… sure.” “C’mon just show me your favorite places.” “I don’t really have a favorite place in the city. I don’t spend much time out of the palace and when I do, I’m at the beach.” “Then do you wanna wander there then?” Throwback to date one. “We’d have to drive.” “Okay,“ but in my head I’m thinking vroom vroom. We hop into the car and go vroom. I look over, “could you see me as your wife?” Wow look I’m being serious. “I don’t know.” We arrive at the beach, “here we are.” I run out to the sand, I don’t know the last time I just stood in sand and watched the waves. I’m thinking, thinking hard. I heard Dom’s footsteps behind me and my thoughts just control me. I turn around slowly, “Dom, why am I here?” “Because you asked to go to the beach?” Yup, Dom why am I standing in sand right now? “No, in the Selection. You don’t seem to like me all that much. I’ve never been at the top of your lists but yet I’m still here. Like I actually thought I had a chance after our first date when you kissed me but after that you just didn’t seem to care.” A tear starts forming in my eye but I force it to stay there. Dom hesitates, “…I don’t know… it’s been hard. I just… I don’t know what to say…” I actually lose it, “What’s so hard to say? That you’re sorry you don’t like me as much as you wish you did?” It’s out, Berk no taking it back now. “No. I’m sorry that I chose to keep a final four even though it apparently gave you some false hope. I kept you in this competition because I thought there could be something there, but now I see there isn’t,” he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair, “let’s go back to the palace.” He turns to walk back to the car. “No, you stop right there!” No holding back tears now, “I’m saying all this because I care. I wanna be here. If I really thought nothing could happen I would have wanted to go home. But I stayed! I stayed because I still had hope!” I quickly wipe the falling tears from my cheek. “And I’m telling you there is no hope. Come on, let’s go.” He yells. I never knew I cared this much about him until I actually felt my heart drop, “wait what?” The sound of sad leaves when he says, “just get back in the car,” and even sadder, “please.” I wipe another tear, “why?” I cross my arms and think, it’s not like you even care. I sigh leaves, “I don’t know. Something just… doesn’t feel right about this.” well no shit, “I’m sorry. Can you get in the car?” I take a deep breath, “okay, fine.” We both get in the car and sit in silence. I just look over at him, and he sighs, “what?” I don’t want to say one more word to him but I also feel like I have a thousand words to scream at him. I quietly whisper, “are you just giving up on me? Do you care about me at all?” He looks over, “I care about you enough not to string you along when I don’t think it’ll work out.” “Like no chance of us ever?” “I don’t think so… I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean for it to end this way.” Yeah no shit, I think out of all the girls I have the worst “breakup” so far. I shake my head, “it’s okay.” We arrive at the palace after what feels like forever, at least I got to look out at Angeles one last time. A “we’re back” takes me out of my daydream. “Sorry that your night had to be like this. I didn’t plan for this but I’m happy that this has been said.” I get out of the car and start walking towards the door. He rushes out of the car, “do you want me to walk you to your room or anything?” “I don’t care,” I turn to walk more and look over my shoulder and see him, “sure.” “Alright,” and runs to catch up to me. I wipe another tear, “this is going to be cheesy but, can we still be friends or at least not hate each other?” He gives me the most sincere looks I have ever seen come from his male, “Berklee, I don’t think I could ever hate you.” We arrive at my door, “good night, Berklee” I turn to walk into my room, “can I have a hug?” Hugs are my favorite and always help me calm down. “Sure,” he gives me a nice hug. I look up, “thank you for this opportunity,” I open the door and walk in. “Bye,” he says as I walk in the door. I watch the figure walk back down the hallway. I leave the door open and go to my closet and put on my favorite hoodie and pull my hair into a messy bun. I look out the door and see the hallway. I walk over and look around this hallway, three months ago I looked at this hallway, shocked by everything. But now it’s normal, a new normal. I look across the hall at Jyn’s room, oh I’ve missed her. Then next to me at Annette’s, I wonder how France is treating my little pasta. Then at Vad’s, she’s the only person I can talk to right now. I run to her room and knock. The door opens, “Berk! What’s up?” I wipe a new falling tear, “I’m leaving and I just- I just wanted to say bye.” I couldn’t hold myself together, I curl my lips in. “WAIT WHAT?” yeah, my thoughts exactly, “I thought your date was tonight!” She opens her arms for a hug. I fall into them, “yeah, it was just awkward and I asked a stupid - stupid question and I got an answer and…” the tears are falling, and not stopping. “Honey, it’s okay. Come in. Let’s talk about this.” We sit on her bed. “Okay, so you said something about asking the wrong thing… so what happened?” “I asked why I was still here because like I felt like he never really cared for me and I got my reason…” I tuck my hands in the sleeves. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” she comes in for a big hug. I wipe my face some more, “no, it’s fine, ummm,” I stand up, “I should probably start to pack…” “I can’t believe you’re leaving,” tears start forming in her eyes, which just makes me cry more. “I know! It’s fine though, I have been getting a little homesick anyway,” I start laughing because I’m crying, “it’s crazy to think 3 months ago there were 35 girls all strangers to another.” She laughs, “a lot can change in three months. I’m grateful that I’ve gotten to know you Berk. You have my number, call me when you arrive home.” “Don’t worry I will. I’ll probably leave in the morning. Also, you’re going to win.” She shakes her head, “everyone’s been telling me that, Berk… but,” her face becomes real sad, “what if he’s not the one for me?” I laugh, “then just say no.” “I’m just a little scared, Berk. Who am I kidding? I’m not even sure that he likes me that much. I’m having my date with him tomorrow, I’ll tell you all about it soon.” “You’ll have to FaceTime me then, just like the first time we ever talked.” I start crying again. “We’ll be FaceTiming a lot, I promise. Even if I’m going home back to Hudson.” “Good. But you’ll stay here! And I’ll visit all the time! Or you could come to Tammins, we have mountains.” “Do you want to sneak to the kitchen and get some midnight snacks? I’ll make you waffles and nuggets. They’ll cheer you up.” “Yeah, I guess so,” I wipe my face with my sleeves, “I’m more sad about leaving you now.” “I don’t want to see you go either,” she starts tearing up and wiping her face, “but come on, to the kitchens we go.” And don’t worry I got my nuggs, and I ate them all.
((so i’m now elimated and i will sometime soon post about what happens next in berk’s life. thanks to everyone for this experience, i can’t believe i made it this far. love y’all))
