Darren had shut his eyes too, he wanted to help her. He wanted to be the one that came along and wiped her life free from all troubles but he didn't know how. Not yet al least.
After a while, Tara sighed. "I'm hungry….." She said, breaking the peaceful silence.
Darren chuckled, "I don't have much… Hot Pockets and Eggos,"
(…..I feel so over dramatic when I rant to people……)
Tara smiled. "That's fine, I probably won't each much anyways." She replied.
(Oh and side note, Emma has dubbed this ship Taran)
(…..I feel so over dramatic when I rant to people……)
(If you want to you can DM me or we can talk where ever but don't worry about feeling over dramatic or pathetic I won't think those things of you. I only want to be here for you)
(Oh and side note, Emma has dubbed this ship Taran)
(That's cute. Lol)
(If you want to you can DM me or we can talk where ever but don't worry about feeling over dramatic or pathetic I won't think those things of you. I only want to be here for you)
(Okay.)
(Oh and side note, Emma has dubbed this ship Taran)
(That's cute. Lol)
(I know right? XD)
Tara smiled. "That's fine, I probably won't each much anyways." She replied.
Darren smiled reassuringly and got up to head to the kitchen.
(Oh and side note, Emma has dubbed this ship Taran)
(That's cute. Lol)
(I know right? XD)
(You are welcome for the ship name. Lol.
I would be Emma, if you hadn't already figured that out. ;P
And I've also been stalking this RP, so… Yeah…
I'm finding it very cute, btw!)
Tara followed Darren and perched herself in the kitchen counter. "Can I help?"
(Lol Hello Emma)
(Lol Hello Emma)
(Hey-hey! ;D)
Darren turned around with polite confusion. "Help? Make Hot Pocket?" He asked as he popped one in the microwave.
Tara laughed. "Kidding. I know there's nothing to help with. But saying it makes me feel better for some reason."
Darren leaned back on the counter as he waited, "That's sweet," He smiled up at her.
Tara smiled back. "Is it now?"
Darren laughed, "Yes it is,"
Tara rolled her eyes. "Okay. So….." She couldn't find anything to say.
The microwave beeped and he handed her the food. "Here you go m'lady,"
Tara laughed. "Thank you."
"Not a problem," He smiled, "Mind if I go take a shower?"
(Sorry, I'm back)
Tara shook her head. "Go head Darren. I'll stay right here." She answered.
Darren kissed her cheek before running off to the bathroom leaving her in the kitchen.
Tara smiled as she looked down at her plate. Slowly but surely, she ate the entire HotPocket.
Darren came out of the bathroom with gym shorts on and his shirt in his hand. His dark curly hair was soaking wet as he walked into the kitchen. He struggled to put his shirt on.
Tara slid off the counter, avoiding looking at Darren as she quickly washed her dishes in the sink.
Darren smiled and leaned over the counter, "How long do you have until you have to go home?"
"Uh….I'm not sure, what time is it?" She asked, keeping her back to him as she finished washing the dishes.
"Late 6 early 7?" he guessed without turning around to look at a clock.