You don't root through a girl's things, man. (feat. Erron Black)

[standingonmyneck]

[The parents were gone. The sister was at a friend's sleepover.

Daria was certainly a trusted person in this scenario, she was the "good" one. No parties, nothing crazy ever happened to the house while Daria was directly in charge. She was too "boring" for that. She usually just read or maybe talked on the phone with Jane before deciding that the peace inside the house was something to be treasured.

Today, she actually decided to share this treasure of hers.

It took a lot of careful planning, and the only person she confided into it was Jane. Jane thought she was nuts, and she was. She shown her best friend the bullet with her name engraved and Jane just about lost it.

He's a cowboy. He's not from around here. Suddenly, I didn't give a damn anymore.

She liked him. He was honest with her, and they could just be themselves. Erron's way of life was too different, yes. But Daria found reason in it, as she did with everything.

Her feelings though, well.

The kiss (multiple), the awkward "date" late at night...Daria knew this was a result of them being absolutely terrible at discussing inner feelings. But at least that was mutual. She noticed his fumbling a few times so for a while, not talking worked. Sort of. They hung out like usual. Sort of.

She just didn't want to ruin anything. She liked him too much. It scared her.

Maybe hanging out enough will help ease this fear she had, and maybe she could get over it and decide it was something to address. Or maybe she could dunk her head in the toilet. That could happen too, she wondered. So peace, in the daylight, a sane hour, and finally some time to actually muddle in whatever the heck was going on.

She invited him to her house.]

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[sandstorm]

[ Eroon was gonna walk in through the front door, set his weapons down and pin Daria up again the wall until either of them got some conclusion regarding their rapidly burgeoning feelings for one another.

Unfortunately, it wasn't gonna happen that way.

Erron arrived on the roof as always, and waited ]

omfg

[standingonmyneck]

[After a few moments of waiting impatiently, Daria started pacing. Her room was clean and she was dressed in her...usual. She looked the same, who the hell was she fooling.

She had to remember to not lose her freaking grip around a guy, this guy in particular. She knew better; she wasn't Quinn.

She paced for a while until she decided to write some more in a dire attempt to calm her nerves. In other words, she would've had no idea Erron decided to go on the roof in the middle of the day. She didn't hear anything so Erron might have had to get her attention. Her curtains weren't blocking the window, so Erron could very well pester her.]

[sandstorm]

[ After standing there rather awkwardly, Erron simply took a look around - and slid through what he expected to be her room through the open window.

Hopefully she was expecting him. ]

[standingonmyneck]

[Well yes and no. The moment Erron lept through her open window, Daria swerved in her chair at the noise, nearly falling off. But in a rather squeaky way, she let out a yelp.]

Eep--!

[And that, my friend, was probably not a reaction she wanted Erron to see. Not at all, as it was rather silly and probably too adorable for someone like her. Not something she would be caught dead doing. She would deny she ever did it.

She tried to recover fast, getting up from her chair slowly and calmly. Face unreadable, but there was an embarrassed flush to it. Dammit.]

Of course, you couldn't just knock on the door downstairs. That's too normal.