Wicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 3Reader x Dave StriderWicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
Okay. She lives here too. Not that shocking. Why was I even surprised about that? I don't know if I could trust that though.
“If you live here, what floor do you live on?” I knew good and well that this apartment building was only 15 floors. Any number higher would be absolute bullshit.
“Um.. 14.. I live in room 1405 on floor 14.” She paused, looking down at her freaky lizard thing. Was she mumbling something? I strained to hear her.
“What floor do you live on?” Her question was fair. Though, it sounded like she forced herself to ask.
“Floor 13. Room 1305. Why?”
She started looking like she was gonna spook again. Eyes wide, like a deer about to be mutilated by some Mac truck. Man, what was up with this chick?
“You're the one living right below me?!” Ouch. She said it like the people living below her were asshats. My bro and I weren't that loud.
Wicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 4Reader x Dave StriderWicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
Aah, that nice little jam session in the shower. It was perfect for the most part, and you wished it would've lasted forever. The only problem? You didn't know if any of the tenants around you could hear you singing off key, especially Strider.
Though the shower was rejuvenating, you had to pack your bag. It was a simple canvas messenger bag, with two leather straps. The silver buckles had dulled, but you thought that gave it some character. On it were buttons of all your favorite fandoms, music, and animals.
In it was your sketchbook- you took it everywhere. Some mechanical pencils and the recorder joined it. To be honest, you weren't completely sure that Dave actually meant for you to bring the recorder to his place. You were going to anyway, just in case. Other than that was your cellphone, iPod, and ear buds. Oh, and a bag of Twizzlers. You loved those things.
Finally you glanced around; your bag was packed and you were right on time. You slip
Wicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 1Reader x Dave StriderWicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are _____ _____.
You are a 16 year old artist. Not particularly fond of the stress of keeping a multitude of friends, you tend not to make them often. In fact, you haven't made any new ones in years it seems. You're accustomed to the monotony of your daily life, accepting and embracing your knack for being invisible to nearly everyone. You seek solace in your solitude, and in that solitude you show your true self, leaving others painfully unaware of your sanguinity.
You are about to be pushed far, far out of your comfort zone.
The name was flying off everyone's lips. You knew not who this strange man was, or why almost everyone who identified as female was infatuated with him. You sighed and brushed your hair away from your face to take a bite of your sandwich. You were at your school, high school to be exact. Junior year wouldn't go fast enough.
Placing the rest of your sandwich b
Wicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 2Reader x Dave StriderWicked Arts [ReaderxDave] Chapter 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
The rest of the week went similar to that. Since your previous table had been snatched, you were forced to sit with him and John every day. You'd been ambushed by him each time you attempted to go back to your tree-seat. Or, rather, your re-tree-t. You make a mental note to write that pun down and slap yourself for it later.
Anyway, your pre-calc class wasn't getting any easier. Since you were hopeless at figuring out matrices and rational zeros, you had to ask Dave for help. He was the only one you kind of knew about in that class. At least you knew how to ask in the most discrete ways. You hoped he didn't think you were stupid.
Also, your name was getting around the school. For the first time people looked at you in the hallways, not through you. You were.. pretty unsure if that was good or bad, to be honest. It was simply different.
Today was finally Saturday. You were up on the roof of your apartment. The streets below were packed with cars as