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He had about five large sheets of paper, folded three or four times, stuck in the left pocket of his skinny jeans. He threw one look upon her maths textbook and immediately realized he wasn't going to give it back to her today. Perhaps he did feel just a bit guilty because he managed to decorate a certain page in the book with a large heart with his name inside. And a lot of little ones, all with the letter 'd' inside. Perhaps.. perhaps it was a better idea to give it back at a time when she'll actually, well, honestly like him. They just got off the war zone, there was no point in going back the next day. He stopped by the mirror on his way out; yeah, he looked quite great, his wild blonde hair looking extra punk today, his face as pale as ever. It will have to do. He left the house quietly; there was no need to make a big deal of what he was doing, it was just dinner, he sincerely had no intention of, like, getting laid or anything. He was just going out with a nice, witty girl, a girl that almost caused him to have a heart attack the other day, but that was like ancient history now. He was just taking out a girl. And as much as he tried to convince himself it was a 'no big deal' kind of situation, that pesky voice at the back of his head went asking yet and again, 'so why didn't you tell Thea?'; he should have known already, perhaps, that he was falling for the wide-eyed brunette, but it was so much easier to believe that this was still the game they were playing, a sweet, innocent game. »Why hello, love,« he said as he was almost at the table where she was already waiting; he wasn't late, that was certain, he made sure he wasn't late. »and may I say, you look extremely beautiful.« Perhaps not the best way to start off the ongoing conversation, but he realized that a bit too late. He sat down, pulling a bunch of papers out of his pants while doing so. He placed them on the table; they were wrinkled, but nothing unreadable. »So I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.. and I found a bunch of possible ways to get the solution and I used them all, as you can see..« It was the smart thing, going down to buisness from point a of their evening. That would make point b, c, d and whatever may follow.. that more interesting. »But I don't think any of them is correct, tho. Everytime i got to the end I got a really strange figure, so..«

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The moment she managed to turn his compliment into another lecture, he sighed loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear him. »But – I – it's – It's a figure of speech,« he said, obviously lost for words and quite displeased at the fact he now isn't allowed to call her anything but by her name. Was that okay? Or was that also forbiden. »Fine,« he added shortly after, rolling his eyes just to show her how ridiculous she was being. »But you still look extremely beautiful,« he said, just so his words with 'love' attached to them didn't lose the effect. She was being a very serious teacher-like figure towards him, so perhaps he had a role to play too. The flirty student, that sounded about right, didn't it? »Well, no, that was my intention,« he replied, a smug smirk on his face again. »But it didn't quite work out the way I thought it would.« It took him about half a day to get all this mess together. He did the first two pages and his handwritting still looked quite okay, by the time he hit the third page it was unreadable scribbles. And by writting down every next number he got more and more tired and half the stuff he did on the fourth piece of paper was crossed out simply because he copied the wrong numbers from the calculator he borrowed from some maths student. He just wasn't good with this, numbers and figures, it all seemed so unnatural, so organized. That was totally not him. He leaned closer as she started to compare theatre with maths; that sounded completely silly, the frown on his face was confirming it. »No,« he finally shook his head, thinking od the number of long scripts they cut scenes from, still making the final play watchable and understandable. »The whole point of art is that it can be manipulated. Maths isn't like that at all.« God, this might not end well, they were totally on opposite sides, but he wasn't going to let something as beautiful as theatre be compared to something that he saw extremely dull, like calculating. His eyes followed her lead through the paper, trying to get the point she was making, but in all honesty, he didn't really care about what was on paper. »Okay, okay,« he let out a laugh, shaking his head. »That wasn't the deal at all. I'm not touching math for the next lifetime anymore, the closest I'll get to it will be sudoku if i'm ever bored to death. So you can keep these fine scribbles and do as you please with them, and.. I'll bring your textbook back on Monday. I didn't want to carry it around.« Because, perhaps, it was full of hearts with his name in it. »Well,« he took up a lighter tone as she changed the subject, thankful for it. »I'm glad you asked. I personally think you can never get it wrong with octopus salad, but if there's a sea food you like in particular they'll make the best dish you've ever tasted out of it.«

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He nodded, as if giving in to the inevitability of her demand. »Alright, alright, I get it,« he said, still a bit disappointed that the charm his voice carried when he called her 'love' obviously wasn't even a bit mesmorising, not for her. »I won't call you love or babe or honey.. or sweetheart or beautiful person.. nothing like that, I'm just going to call you plain Zoey. Unless there is.. anything else you'd rather go by?« His brows raised in a charming matter, there was still a shred of hope somewhere by which she'd rather be something colorful that something black-and-white for him. »I like your name, it has nothing to do with that. It's just that every single person on the planet calls you Zoey. Your mom, your brother, that guy in third row of your.. maths class..?« The last part he was just guessing. He still had no idea what she studied. He should ask her sooner or later, but not at that very moment. »I don't want to be like every single other person in your life. I want to be someone special, not just a boring face in the crowd of many. Does that make.. any sense what so ever?« His witty, charming smile started changing somewhere along his speech. Now it didn't really have that egoistic ring to it, now it was sweet, soft in a way. Different than it was before, somehow. »Oh, well thank you.« That was it – it was back, the smug grin that lightened up the situation a bit, made it less personal, less terrifying in a way. As if it was all a joke at the end of the day, and they can both go back to Thea and she can still be his girlfriend and her good friend and nothing dramatic will ever stand between them. But it wasn't all that easy. »Well, that's good because I have no intention to piss you off again, ever,« he said laughing; if maths was to be his punishment, he'd really try a lot harder not to get in trouble with her. »Alright, no clams, then,« he picked up the menu, his eyes quickly passing from one word to the next. »Did you ever eat shark meat? They make really good shark steak here, you get chard and potatoes on the side, it's fantastic.« Yeah, it might have looked like a ruin, this place, but the food was like food for kings. »Well.. no, no and.. no.« He shook his head, a wide smile appearing upon his lip sonce more. »My dad hates tea so we never really drank it at home. And I'm obviously not the one to be asked about seriousness. And.. well, the weather sucks a lot at times, but this summer was pretty much sunny all the time.« He wasn't there all the time, of course, but London was sunny for the month he was there and it was really great. September was pretty much completely dry; which didn't happen a lot. »And how is LA? Is everyone fabulously rich and you all have plastic surgeries every year and pretend you're characters from the O.C.?«

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malce skrajšujem, hihi XD



»I mean, it is very you,« he couldn't help but agree after all. »Your name, I mean. It's very you.« It was a beautiful name. A cute one. The kind that made you feel like sunshine and roses and pretty things. The kind of name only a really sweet person should have. The kind of name that suited her perfectly. Of course, he'd rather call her 'love' or 'darling', but then again.. as the lady commanded. His head tilted to the side when she told him her middle name. His eyed researching her face, as if he was looking for anything remotely Lauren-y on her. No. »That doesn't work at all, you don't look like a Lauren,« he said, shaking his head, completely determined that her middle name is not at all something she should go by. »I'm gonna call you.. grasshopper,« he finally decided and nodded to himself, as if proving it was a really good decision. She didn't look like a grasshopper, but the word sounded really nice and it was a cute nickname for anyone. She should have known by now, by the way he said it, there was no way she was getting out of this one. This was her new nickname, whether she liked it or not. It suited her, it really did. She could be a cute little grasshopper. »Well, I don't mind at all if you call me 'love', or 'darling', or 'handsome'.« A very egocentric smile appeared on his lips, he really meant it. Why not, was it too unusual for her? She could pull it off. She could call him 'handsome' every time they'd meet. And he'd call her 'little grasshopper'. God, those were quite.. quite the nicknames people gave each other when they were dating, weren't they? And still he had no nickname for Thea – and a perfect one for this stranger he'd only met for the third time today. It was as if there was an unseen force, dragging him closer and closer to her. She was so.. amazing. »I..« Did she get so carried away? Was he boring? No, he wasn't boring, it was something else, that pesky little something that he realized since the first time they'd ever met, although he didn't even remember it – she liked him. »I said you might like shark meat,« he repeated with a mysterious smile upon his lips, pushing the menu over the table to her, pointing out the selected order. »You're quite right. They obviously don't apply to us at all,« he smiled widely. »But this is a serious question, tho, do you guys have a pool?« Just a random thought, really. He always wanted a pool.

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eh ne skrbi, tud jaz očitno ne XD



»I mean, It's a good name,« he shrugged, completely uneffected by the topic of her middle name, »I just don't think it's the name for you. You need a happier middle name.« Like 'grasshopper'. That was a good middle name. She could be Zoey Grasshopper Grimes. It sounded really cool, too. Or Astronaut. That sounded like a cool nickname, too. She could be Zoey Astronaut Grimes. »Have you ever heard the expression.. patience, young grasshopper?« he didn't even know where that was from. Probably Karate Kid or something, but he remembered that line so vivid. »I could always say that when you'd want me to hurry up.« His smile turned a bit soft, realizing he's already imagining the next year of his life.. with her in it. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, it probably wasn't not now, at least, but he couldn't help himself. He.. wanted her to be there. Perhaps she shouldn't be there as a lover, perhaps she should just be his friend. A friend he'd always be able to tell: 'patience, young grasshopper'. With a very asian-sounding voice. »You think I'm handsome?« his eyebrows immediately raised in a flirtatious matter, his smile widening over his face. »That's always good to hear,« he added even before she could possibly reply. It was quite obvious he was still playing a bit, but little by little he was really falling for her, not ready to admit it to himself or to her. Not in an honest way; he could be goofy as he was, but when it came to matters of the heart he so often ended up numb. Especially when he could feel a real deal coming up. He shook his head from side to side, then he finally nodded, saying, »Alright, you can do that.« He paused a bit. Nobody called him other than Dylan. People back in London used to call him DJ, a resoult of his first and middle name put together, Dylan Joshua. That quickly became his internet nickname; on twiter or instagram, people could find him under djcunningham. »I'm just going to have what you're having,« he replied quickly, determined as ever. He loved all sorts of sea food, so nothing would really be a problem for him. He shook his head as she mentioned Tyler, no, he did not tell him. He didn't tell him anything lately. He was still pissed. »That's cool,« he smiled softly, the next question quickly causing the smile to fade. »I.. not really, I guess,« his tone sounded very bitter. Not at all like what he sounded like normally. »I mean, I guess it wasn't just you, the reason for our fight, I mean..« He didn't really want to talk about Thea. He didn't want to say her name out loud. He wanted to blind himself into thinking that this, this date was nothing out of the ordinary. Thea's existence made that really hard.

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effing cuteness overload!



»Oh, woah, I was just thinking about that,« he grinned; it might have seemed as if he was joking, but he really was thinking of the middle name Grasshopper for her, just moment sago. He seemed goofy, pretty much all the time, so this might have sounded like an honest joke, but it wasn't, really. Or, well, it was, but the fact he was thinking about it certainly wasn't. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to admit to her that he was also thinking about the middle name Astronout, right? Too much teasing could more than often seem out of place, he should know, he pushed the lines way too often. And then the wide smile stretched all over his face again as she posed the question he honestly didn't expect to hear from her. He knew she wasn't thinking anything naughty at the time, but the only thing he could think of was both of them taking their clothes off, her saying, 'could you hurry up already?', all hot and bothered, and him, 'patience, young grasshopper'. It was the single funniest thing on his mind at the moment and it took a lot of effort to not start laughing like crazy. He managed to pull that off, somehow; but he didn't answer her, although from his smile it was obvious that his thoughts were nothing but impure. »You certainly did not tell me that just because you feel obligated,« he was quick to argue with that. He knew he was handsome, he had a whole list of completely gorgeous girls he had been with to prove it, and Zoey, well.. she could try to hide it, try to play the game, but it was quite obvious she was attracted to him. He could see it in her eyes, in the soft smiles, in the sort of yearning in her tone. »You really do think I'm handsome. Admit it.« It was a request, still in that foolish tone of his, it sounded like an order. He leaned closer over the table, looking directly into her eyes, waiting for her to say it. »I'm not so sure that me being around him is the best idea at the moment. He really is pissed off. I'd rather give him some time to cool down before all else,« he shrugged finally, quite satisfied about how they successfully avoided the Thea topic. For now. And then the waiter appeared. »Hi,« he smiled at him, glancing at Zoey just a bit before saying, »We'll have the shark, both of us. And the lady's choice of drinking is..« His eyes quickly caught hers again, he raised his brows a bit, waiting for her to give the guy her order.

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»Wait, what?« His neck stretched out, a look of disbelief in his eyes. »You.. slapped me?« His grin kept getting wider and wider, there was a lot about that night that he simply didn't remember and a slap.. nope, he couldn't remember anything remotely similar to a slap, but truth be told he didn't really remember Zoey at all and it wasn't until Tyler started bitching at him that he finally remembered that he really did talk to some brunette that night and that it really might have been Zoey, only after he had seen her pictures on facebook, the ones that weren't private, anyway. Holy shit, so she slapped him? God, he must have been a stupid pain in the ass and at the same time it kind of flattered him. He got under her skin the first time they met, now that was really cute! »I won't say no to a good argument,« he smiled, challenging her by wiggling his eyebrows. He was quick to back off a bit when she started to talk about.. well, about the exact thing he was thinking about, but was polite enough to never put it into words. What the hell? How the hell did she do that, did she just read his fricking mind or something? Shit. »I'll give you that, you're not like the others,« he nodded, obviously giving her one battle in order to win his war, »but..« He raised his finger dramatically, trying to make his point even more obvious. »But, my dear Grasshopper, I'm quite sure you have already decided if you like me or not. And I believe the answer..« And again he leaned closer, his voice a little lower, »is yes.« Hej ust raised his eyebrows in a naughty matter again after she posed her question, then he shrugged, saying nothing. She'd admit it sooner or later, he was quite certain of it. Pretty girl like her, that look in her eyes.. she was falling for him, she must have been! »We'll be okay sooner or later. He can't hold a grudge forever, anyway,« he shrugged, trying to make himself believe the words he had just spoken, doubting them at heart. He wanted his best friend back, but Ty wasn't the only one with a manly pride. And that was, also, what the thing was actually about. Both of them being too proud to tell the other they messed up. »And I'd like a beer,« he said, his face turned towards the waiter, his eyes, meanwhile, still on Zoey. She was so god damn pretty. »A bud, if you have it.« The waiter nodded, then he left; and they were alone again.

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»What?« He couldn't really bring himself to believe it. Why would she slap him? Why the hell would she slap him twice? »Why in the world would you want to slap such a gorgeous face?« His eyebrows raised, he knew it wouldn't do much good, but over the time he developed this sort of defence mechanism that basically allowed him to escape any unpleasant situation. When things got too uncomfortable, he simply used an inappropriate innuendo and would flow a different direction. With Zoey it was different, he could make that small blush appear in her cheeks, but she wasn't nearly distracted that easily. She wasn't naive at all, she was a whole lot of something else entirely. »Well, depends on what you mean by 'slapped',« his eyebrows wriggled, his tone this time sounded almost too kinky, than he winked at her, pretty much determined to leave the matter behind, before she could burst in to outrage, all, 'well what the hell do you mean by 'slapped'?!' Yep, it was pretty much better to move on. »Oh I am not nearly as easy to control as it might seem to you,« he shook his head seriously as she joked she might have had to provoke him into saying she's different. He knew she was just making conversation, he was making with the funny as well, but his face was completely straight, as if this was certainly not a laughing matter. »In fact, it is impossible to make me do something I don't want to, even if you are different and special and pretty and all that.« The compliments didn't really sound like compliments, they sounded more like a boring list of groceries one had to pick up at the local shop. »Yes, we're both very manly and rational,« he nodded, a silly sarcasm in his eyes, his voice, although, still completely filled with seriousness. »What?« He couldn't overlook the glance she sent him as he ordered beer for himself. »I mean I am, after all, a manly man, I should have my beer, shouldn't I?« he teased her, turning her own – very unspoken – words against her. »Yes.« Finally something he could talk about forever. »Fourth.« For the second time. Yeah, he didn't want to get into that. »And you, my young grasshopper, are a fan of maths, but you do not study them,« he said, all speculation, but he was, at the end of the day, good at it. »So you must be studying chem – wait, no, you're not a druggie..« Pretty much eighty percent of the people he knew who studied chemistry were hardcore marijuana smokers. »I'm gonna go with physics. That, or something in between those lines.«

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»And you would consider yourself as one?« He was clearly amused, knowing that this tiny little girl could hold no threat to him. If she considered herself as a real challenger, he thought, she was highly mistaken. She couldn't affect him whatsoever, he thought. She was just a girl. If he had a chrystal ball at that moment, one that would take him forth in time, he would probably understand how mistaken he truly was. If he'd have listened to his subconscious, perhaps, he'd also understand. But the man with the big ego didn't give a damn for any of these things; he saw himself far too superiour to blind affections, to falling for her ridiculously long lashes, blinking at him, for that gorgeous smile, for those big and honest eyes that tried to stand against him. Nope, she couldn't enchant him. »You didn't make me do jack,« he laughed out loud, winking at her, perhaps to soften his harsh tone he used before. »If I wouldn't like you, I wouldn't give a damn about your anger issues or your math problems. It just so happens that I think you're really cool and in order to gain your attention, I decided to put up with your shit.« He smiled again, putting his left elbow on the table, leaning his head against his hand, trying to look as cute as possible. She was really attractive, tho. The way her nose wrinkled a bit when she laughed. The way her cheeks blushed. It didn't mean anything, of course, he couldn't care less, of course, but – you know – she was pretty. »Does that somehow displease you?« He raised an eyebrow, shrugging as if he could do nothing about it. He liked to drink pretty much everything, but beer was cheap and you could get a lot of it, so he went for that instead of a shot of whiskey. Especially now, when he wasn't exactly planning on getting hammered. He really didn't think Zoey would appreciate it, in relation to the blury circumstances in which they first met. »I can call the garcon back and order something classier,« he said, obviously joking, but if she would demand it of him, he'd do it. He was all about the laughs he could share with people when doing silly things, why the hell not? »Yeah,« he nodded, determined he wasn't going to talk about the fact that this was his second fourth year here. That was a bitter theme for another conversation, perhaps. »Two years,« he added to the blank at the end of her sentence. »Oooh,« he raised his eyebrows in surprise, although he wasn't really that far wrong. »Good pick,« he nodded, smiling.

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sorry for the wait, babe, i left you hanging for 10 days. >< umm a bova fast forwardali njuno večerjo in prešli na zabavni del? haha



He laughed shortly, then shook his head and in a second he found his way to her eyes again. »Alright, then,« he said, as if giving in to pure pressure, »Then next time I'll order something extremely unpredictable. I'll blow your mind, promise,« he grined. He wasn't all that sure he'd actually get a next time, as much as he'd really enjoy it it just seemed as if this was the end of their short-lived friendship. Or whatever it was. Zoey was so amazingly attractive, but he knew for a fact they'd be taking the highway to destruction if they'd decide to keep this a regular thing. They should just go their marry ways, he should stick to the attractive blonde he was with and she should be Ty's little sister – and all would be right once again. They probably shouldn't even be doing dinner, but here they were – and it was much more fun than he could ever hope for. »Do you? Why?« He sharply raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't understand what she had just told him. Regret? From her? Well, obviously he was the only god damn person on campus who actually loved what he studied. All the time, no matter what. It was just.. the sort of thing that made him happy by making him a different person, a serious person, a sad one, an enthusiastic one, a madly-in-love one, it didn't matter. He loved being himself just as much as he loved being, well, everyone else. »Oh?« He turned around to see the waiter who was, at the time, nearly at their table. »No way,« he smiled, looking at her again while the guy put the plates infront of each of them. »These guys are pros. Thanks,« he nodded in the waiter's direction, but his look didn't leave Zoey's eyes for a second. »Even if you won't like it, there's no way you could get sick from it.« His stomach didn't handle bad food gently, so it was quite obvious he'd be throwing up for hours every time he'd leave if the food really was bad; it wasn't, it was prepared perfectly. »Bon Appetit, young grasshopper,« he said, taking the fork into his hand.

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you're a darling and i love you and, i mean, you know that anyway so <3



The food was amazing. He felt like he died and went to heaven after he took the first bite and it just kept getting better and better. He didn't know much of how Zoey liked it, she might have modestly praised it just because she felt the need to, to be polite, perhaps, but he, oh god, the sea food made him feel like he was eating food for kings. Especially here, they really did know how to make everything a thousand times better in the Red Lobster. He finished his meal just a bit before she did, obviously enjoying every bit of it, flushing it down his throat with a sip of beer every now and then, untill the bottle, too, was empty. And then he pushed the plate to his side, leaned onto his elbows and tried to not stare at her too obviously, since, well, it wasn't really nice too look at people while they were eating, was it? But there was something so sweet about her, so genuine, so beautiful – he could hardly keep his eyes of her, but he did so every now and then, sending a glance through the crowd in the room that kept getting smaller and smaller. As if the world was slowly shrinking untill there was no one else, just him and her. »I certainly hope so,« he nodded nicely, forming a soft smile upon his lips, the kind he obviously used only when she was around. She was changing him slowly, into what, he did not know. He didn't know if he liked it or not, but he could feel it happening. This girl, this tiny, sweet girl was going to make his brain crash and burn, she was going to make him lose his mind and all he could do was wait for it, it was only a matter of time – he had no way of stopping it. He nodded at first, then his smile quickly faded as she suggested they should slowly leave. »Oh,« he murmured, taken aback for a bit, then he nodded decisively, getting up. »Right you are. I'll walk you, okay? Just let me.. I'll pay up and we can leave, alright?« Without even waiting for a feminist 'I'll pay for myself', he walked straight up to the counter, demanding the receipt. He payed, tipped the waiter just a little, it was all he had and he pretty much blew too much money in these past few days anyway. And then he walked back up to her, putting the wallet back into the pocket of his jeans. »Are you ready, my lady?« he demanded, smiling again, feeling sort of grateful for the night he got to spend with her. »Shall we..?«

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he did the thing he did the thing



As he was taking a step towards the entrance of the restaurant, he nodded in a playful smile, saying, »Oh, I know. I didn't do it because I'd have to. I did it because I wanted to.« Oh, that he did – he wanted to give her something; he wasn't nearly as rich as she was, as her family was, which was kinda depressing, if he thought about it much. All the more reason he at least wanted to make this small gesture, showing her he did have something, that he wasn't a complete hobo. »Anytime, grasshopper,« he smiled, »Anytime.« He'd love to have dinner with her again someday, or hang out with her someday soon, maybe just over coffee; she was such an incredibly sweet girl and he felt somehow drawn to her. She was special, she was nothing like the girls he knew. He.. he wanted herc lose by more than he wanted anyone else. She was different, she was special. »What?« he turned to her in a bit of confusion as she mumbled the words he really needed to hear, but didn't want to make any quick jumps to conclusions, as she could have easily said something different, but similar, and he was just hearing what he wanted and needed to hear. The moonlight left lights and shadows dancing on her face; she was beautiful. »You shouldn't be sorry,« he shook his head slowly. »I like spending time with you, too. I wish that – I wish that we could just stay,« he said, his tone getting lower and lower, more and more quiet, as he moved a step closer to her, perhaps a step too close, he most certainly was breaking through her ring of personal space, but she didn't move backwards at the time, so he slowly raised his left hand, which was shaking barely noticeable, and he touched her soft cheek, his eyes not departing from hers, not even for a second. »You are really beautiful, you know,« he said, then he moved extremely slowly, his lips reaching for hers, covering them with a gentle, yet noticeably passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that made him feel like he had just won the grand prize; the kind that made him feel like a new man.