Secret (A Darren Criss Love Story with Starkid and some Glee)

I basically got this idea at 1 in the morning the day after Christmas when I couldn't sleep because I was sick. So, sorry if I'm actually delirious and it actually sucks royal Hippogriff.
Name: Ella Jones
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'3, slim, muscular, auburn hair, brown eyes
Personality: Random and sarcastic, but nice and loyal. Absolutely HATES lying.
And then there is Darren Criss, who you already know about.
I will probably alternate POV's
This takes place next summer
Thanks :)

Chapter 2

The First Date

by: hcsmith
The next day I woke up in my crappy motel room. I sat up, rubbing my eyes in the unexpected sunlight. It was a warm day, and from what I could see through the small window caked with grime, the sky was blue and clear. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Then a rat ran over my foot. I shrieked, leaping back onto the bed. I could deal with most animals, but rats? No freaking way.
First thing to do today: Find an apartment.
I quickly dressed, throwing on skinny jeans and a t-shirt, and pulled on my converse. Throwing my things haphazardly in my bag, I ran for the door. There was no chance of me staying another night in this disgusting motel.
I wonder where Darren is staying?
Probably some actually nice hotel room
Yeah, his clothes looked pretty nice when I met him
Too nice for an almost broke dancer
Shut up
Great. Now I was having a conversation in my head.
Skidding to a stop in front of the check out desk, I turned in my key and offered the concierge the debit card my parents had given me to pay for an apartment and hotel. He took it, grinning cheesily.
"Did you enjoy your stay?" he asked, handing back my card.
"No, actually. Your motel sucks. Really. How did you even pass inspection?" I grabbed my card and marched out the door, ignoring his shocked face. I always told the truth. I don't really know why or how it started, but I always told the absolute truth. I tried to be nice about it, if I could, but I refuse to lie. Ever.
I yanked open the door of my old, beaten up truck, climbing onto the well-worn seat and starting the engine. Time to look for an apartment.
7 hours later, I was signing the papers to rent a nice apartment in downtown Chicago. My parents had promised to pay for my apartment until I could find a nice, well paying job, so I was at liberty to find a nice place to live. Plus, this one came furnished.
I set my bag down on my new bed and collapsed next to it, already tired.
"/Look at this stuff/
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm a girl
A girl who has
I sighed, grabbing my phone from where it was ringing in my bag. It was a number that wasn't programmed into it. I picked it up.
"Hi, um, is this Ella?"
"Hi! Its Darren, from yesterday?"
"Oh, Hi Darren! Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice. You sound better, like you actually slept." I flopped back onto my bed.
"Yeah, I actually just woke up."
"What? Darren, its 3 in the afternoon."
He chuckled. "Lets just say that this is the best sleep that I've had in a while."
"I imagine it must be."
"So, um, I was wondering, do you want to go out to dinner tonight? I know this great place that has amazing sushi."
"Sure! That would be really fun!"
"So, I'll pick you up at 6ish?"
"Sounds good."
I gave him my address and then we said bye. I threw my phone back onto my bed and lay back down. smiling. This would be my first date in a while. And Darren was really cute. Then I sat back up quickly.
A date. At 6. I had 3 hours to get ready.
After a shower, I threw my clothes around my apartment, despairing in how little I had to wear. I finally decided on a fresh pair of jeans, a button up shirt patterned with flowers, and a metallic silver pair of ballet flats. I had a half an hour to do my hair and makeup. I took one look at my hair in the mirror and decided that I didn't have enough time to work a brush through the curls. I pinned most of it back in a bun, leaving some curls to frame my face. Then I carefully did my makeup. Just as I finished, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door swinging it open to see Darren standing there, his hands in his pockets. He looked much better than he had yesterday, and I told him so. He laughed, which was unusual. Most guys that I was honest with tended to give me weird looks and walk away.
"Yeah, I hadn't slept for...a while yesterday." he chuckled. "Ready to go?"
"Yep, just let me grab my purse!" I snatched my brown leather purse from the couch and skipped out the door. We made our way out of the apartment building and started walking down the street, making small talk. When we got to the restaurant, we ordered our sushi. When it was given to us, I made for one of the booths, but Darren caught my arm.
"Wait, I want to show you somewhere else."
Confused, I followed him. We walked a few blocks to a park. Darren grabbed my hand. I felt sparks. He pulled me through the park to the middle, where there was a small pond with ducks and swans floating around in it. On the edge of the pond, there was a blanket lying on the grass with a bottle of apple juice and two wine glasses sitting in the middle. Darren pulled me over to it and sat down, motioning for me to sit next to him. I collapsed onto the blanket in shock. No guy had ever done something so nice for me, especially not on a first date.
"Do you like it? I wasn't sure if you would, but I thought that you would because I saw you getting the apple juice and all, and I just thought that the pond was pretty, but if you don't like it, we can go back to the restaurant and eat there, thats perfectly fine too, and-"
I cut him off. "Darren, this is...this is amazing."
He grinned, the smile lighting up his whole face. "Oh, well...good."
We dug into our sushi. I was still marveling at the beauty of the scenery around us. When we finished, we lay back on the blanket, looking up at the stars.
"So, Darren, what do you do?"
"I'm an actor. And I sing, sometimes. What about you?"
"I'm a dancer. And I sing sometimes too."
"Where did you go to college?"
"University of California, in Santa Barbara. You?"
"University of Michigan."
"Why are you in Chicago?"
"All of my friends are here, and LA...LA can eat you alive if you aren't careful. I was tired of it. What about you?"
"Pretty much the same as you. Tired of all of the jobs being taken by top-heavy blondes. And tired of seeing my parents every day." He laughed at that. We lay in silence for a while, just watching the stars. We were still holding hands.
"Do you want to watch a movie at my apartment?" I asked suddenly, on a whim.
"Sure! What movie?"
"Um, well, I only really brought my favorite movies with me, so...Mulan, Tangled, Aladdin, and a couple others." Darren sat up.
"Did you say...Tangled?"
I turned bright red. Now he would think I was weird. "Yeah, I just really like it."
"Um, yeah, of course you do! Tangled is one of the greatest movies ever."
I relaxed. Why had I even been nervous? Of course Darren wouldn't think I was strange.
We got up, packing up the blanket and apple juice, and made our way back to my apartment.
We kept holding hands.

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