You walk along a dusty path, unsure of how you got there. Or why it is you are walking. You know your name is Dirk Strider, but you don't remember anything other then that.

You look down at your old sneakers and frown at the dirt collecting on them. You will have to wash them later, you suppose.

When you glance around you, the trees seem to reach out and pitifully moan to you. In sadness or desperation, you are unsure. The fact remains it creeps you the fuck out.

So you keep walking down the dusty path until you come across a tower.

The stone is mossy and cracked, but you think maybe it might still be somewhat stable. You scan the length of the tower to find any ways to get in, but find only the one window at the very top.

You are reminded of an old story tale from when you were very young, but you remember nothing from the story other then the tower.

There is a sign, beaten from weather and age, but still readable next to the crooked tower.

It reads: 'CALL TO HIM AND HE SHALL COME FORTH WITH A STORY'.

You figure, what the hell, you are already here so why the fuck not.

"Aye yo. The sign told me to call, so holla back brah!" You cup your hands around your mouth in an attempt to make the sound travel further.

Nothing happens.

Big surprise there.

You start to turn to walk away and find something else to do (perhaps try to remember things) when someone calls back.

"Wait! Don't you want to hear the story first?"

You look back to the window, shocked, and notice a figure standing there. You can't make out any noticeable features from this distance.

And wow, is that an accent you hear? You don't know for where, but you feel like you might have heard it somewhere before.

Which totally isn't creepy at all. None of this is, actually.

"I'll be honest, I didn't actually think anything would happen." you tell the figure with a shrug. He seems to shrug back, and you stare up at him for a few moments. "So...you gonna tell the story or what?" you ask finally.

He shakes with silent laughter and you smile at that.

"Yeah, uh...the story. Right." he starts awkwardly, but you take a seat anyways, figuring you might as well."Well...I mean, I guess I should start with the story of how my father met his soul mate..."

Things were pretty chill back then...you know, for a shitty kingdom plagued with robbers and starvation.

...

You stand in the corner of your room, waiting for something. You aren't really sure what it is you are waiting for, but Rose said it would be fanfuckingtastic, and she's pretty great herself, so you think you will wait just a little bit longer.

Of course, on the other hand though, leaving would be rather ironic you think.

Just as you are about to sneak out the window and make a great strider-tastic escape and run for the rolling hills to the north of your castle, Rose walks in the door.

You pose right on the spot, one leg hanging out the window and your ass stuck halfway out in the air.

"Dave, what are you doing?" she giggles. You shrug nonchalantly and pull your body back inside. You will probably have to deal with some blackmail, but you figure you will just deal with that when it comes.

"You should come to the party tonight." she says. You frown and realize you completely forgot she was sneaking out to go to a party in some far away city or something. Your sister likes doing these things for some reason.

You shake your head and flop down on one of the many squishy chairs in your sisters large room. You would rather clean out the stables then go to a party with her. She's such a lightweight, you swear. Just one drink and she's gone.

"Oh come on Dave, you should goooooo." she drawls out the word 'go', and you're sure it's just to annoy you. Whatever the case may be, you are not going.

...

"Just, mingle or something, kay?" Rose says as she pats your cheek and rushes into the crowd. How did she even talk you into going with her? You said you weren't going to the party with her. But, Rose has her ways.

Sometimes you think your sister is evil, but you know she isn't. At least, you hope not.

You decide maybe you should get a drink or something, but you have no idea where anything is. You have never been here before, seeing as this is outside the castle walls and you aren't allowed to leave. Then again, that rule has never stopped you before.

"Hi there!" a voice shouts next to you, but you keep moving. You don't like people, at all. You are not a people person, it is not you.

Pushing past the bodies on the dancefloor, you attempt to locate your sister, but you can't find her anywhere.

"WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING ASSHAT!" someone yells. You ignore them and keep moving again. She has to be somewhere in this mass of sweat and limbs.

"Dave? What are you doing? I told you to mingle!" Rose calls as she shoves past people to get to you. Shaking your head, you decide that maybe you should go home.

That is, until your eyes land on the most gorgeous person you have ever seen in your entire life.

"Dave? This is my friend John. He wanted to met you!" Rose explains as she shoves the poor boy forward. He stumbles slightly and you give a small wave.

"HI, uh..Dave!" his smile makes your insides melt, his overbite has to be the cutest fucking thing you have ever seen. His front teeth kinda just jut out and rest lightly on his bottom lip. God, what it would be like to just run your tongue along that...

"Daaaavvee?" Rose drawls. You glance over at her and realize she is probably drunk. Shit-faced, to be exact. That is to be expected, you suppose. "Daaavee. You 'n John shuold make out!"

John, flushes a beautiful shade of your favorite color, but you remain cool. Or, on the outside you do.

"I don't think..." the gorgeous creature starts, only to be interrupted by your idiot of a sister.

"Shhh shh shhh" Rose slings an arm around John and shh's him from talking anymore. "I'mma go get another dink. You two stay her and...do someting, kay?" she kisses his cheek as she leaves and he wipes his face.

"So...Rose tells me she's your sister?" he asks after a long moment of awkward silence. Well, its not really silent, the music is rather loud you think.

You nod to Johns question and start to walk away when he takes a hold of your shirt and tugs lightly.

"Didn't she just say to stay here?"

Since you never really listen to your sister anyways, you just shrug and continue on. You half hope he will follow you, and when he does you mentally celebrate just a bit.

You don't know why, but you kind of really like this kid. This weird and slightly annoying (read: ridiculously adorable) kid with overly-large buck teeth and gorgeous blue eyes.

...

The mass of bodies seems to be calling to you, so you take a hold of John and tug him towards the group. He giggles uncontrollably and follows you.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him in the dance and secretly thank bro for teaching you how to dance like a true man. Waltz.

"Woah, Rose didn't tell me you could waltz!" John screeches over the music. You just shrug back at him with a smile. He's giggling again, and dude, you think you could seriously get used to that sound.

It's heavenly.

Alright, so waltzing to this music isn't the best idea. You are trying really hard to keep up with the beat, but its getting slightly difficult. A Strider never quits though, so you continue on!

That is, until John catches sight of a clock and lets out a 'very manly' squeak.

"Oh my god! Dave! I have to go! Oh dude, meet me at the river in Pikes Grove tomorrow night at midnight, alright? Bye Dave!" and in a blur of blue, the gorgeous derp is gone.

"Uh...bye..."

"Woah woah woah woah woah, wait. " you stop the story teller there, confused. "So this Dave dude, doesn't talk. But he just mumbled a goodbye to the John person?"

The story teller laughs quietly and shrugs.

"I never said he doesn't talk."

You nod thoughtfully and wave at the story teller to continue, but they shake their head. You blink a few times in confusion.

"I think we should stop there for tonight, it's getting late." the story teller says, pointing to the sky.

You look up and frown. It is getting dark fast you suppose, but you have no idea where to go from here.

"You coming up, or what?" he shouts down at you, and for the first time, you think you might actually recognize a faint British accent in his voice.

"How do you suppose I do that?" you ask sarcastically. Then you realize he's no longer at the window. You let out a sigh and begin to walk away when you hear him call out to you again.

"Oi! I asked if you were coming up?"

You turn back and notice him standing in a doorway you didn't see before. You shake your head slightly and jog up to the door.

You can't help the gasp that leaves your throat when you finally get to see what he looks like.

He has unruly dark brown hair that sticks up every which way, and dear lord it looks so flipping soft you just wanna run your hands through it in the most unironic way possible. His eyes, though! They are the most alluring emerald green eyes you have ever seen. You happen to find that stupid little overbite the cutest thing ever and- oh my god, are those freckles on his face?! Man, are you a sucker for freckles.

"Uh, hi. My name's Jake!" He greets finally, forcing your thoughts to his mouth. Oh no, his lips just look so kissable! And goddamn is does he smell good. "So, what's your name?"

Without looking away from those godforsaken lips, you mumble out,

"Dirk..."

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Haha, okay so...yep theres chapter one...of a thing...that I'm doing...

Eh, just tell me if it sucks or not?