Relocated
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Writer's Choice
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's moved out of the dorm.
098: Writer’s Choice
It took more work than he thought it should have to get her new number. It was almost, he thought, like she was avoiding him. When she finally did give it up, though, he grinned triumphantly and tucked it into his breast pocket.
She’d moved out of the dorm and into a townhouse. She was living alone. Dale couldn’t figure out why. Her friends were more than willing to move with her. But he wasn’t going to question her motives, as long as she was happy.
Dale took a walk after class and found the place. He positioned himself outside, a short way from the door. Pulled out his phone and carefully punched in the numbers she’d given him.
One ring. Two rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby," he said, trying to sound like a bad film. "What’re you doing?"
"Listening to an idiot on the phone." Click.
"Dammit!"
The door opened a few feet away and she stuck her head out, smiling prettily.
"Well," she demanded. "Are you coming in, or are you going to stand there all day?"
Dale laughed and ran over, scooping her up for a kiss and kicking the door shut behind him.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Writer's Choice
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey's moved out of the dorm.
098: Writer’s Choice
It took more work than he thought it should have to get her new number. It was almost, he thought, like she was avoiding him. When she finally did give it up, though, he grinned triumphantly and tucked it into his breast pocket.
She’d moved out of the dorm and into a townhouse. She was living alone. Dale couldn’t figure out why. Her friends were more than willing to move with her. But he wasn’t going to question her motives, as long as she was happy.
Dale took a walk after class and found the place. He positioned himself outside, a short way from the door. Pulled out his phone and carefully punched in the numbers she’d given him.
One ring. Two rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby," he said, trying to sound like a bad film. "What’re you doing?"
"Listening to an idiot on the phone." Click.
"Dammit!"
The door opened a few feet away and she stuck her head out, smiling prettily.
"Well," she demanded. "Are you coming in, or are you going to stand there all day?"
Dale laughed and ran over, scooping her up for a kiss and kicking the door shut behind him.