“I’m so sorry!”
You say and you hear the person make a small hum before replying.
“Ap9l9gy accepted I supp9se as it seems t9 have 6een an accident.”
You thought that would get to move on with your bad day until he continued.
That's when somebody blocks you off with a katana. Your natural reaction is to back from it, and you almost step backwards off the rail. Before you can fall, a hand pushes against your lower back.
Once you have your footing back and the katana is gone, you turn to see who did it. It certainly surprises you to see your fellow classmate, Dave Strider.
He flips his light blonde hair out of his eyes in a very 'cool kid' way. You can't see his eyes through his shades, but you know he's looking at you. His freckles contrast against his pale skin, and his lips are placed in their usual expressionless look.
"One and only. What are you doing (y/n)?"
You aren't sure how to answer that one. You and Dave have never really been very close. Your old friends used to always talk about him. They always liked to make fun of him. You have no quarrel, so you stayed quiet. You did listen and learn things though. You're good at that. People don't notice you much, so they tend to real
N-no! Please (Y/n)! You can't leave me!! Not like this!! Please! You have to live!!
I jolted awake, my eyelids flying open as I sat up from the bed, looking at my surroundings frantically. My heart was pounding loudly, my chest falling and rising in a quick manner; each breath being inhaled as full on gasps of air, almost like I wasn't breathing at all and my lungs were dying from lack of oxygen.
The room was dark and quiet, only sounds of my rapidly beating heart and my quivering breath were to be heard. I looked around the room. My alarm showed the time: 3:49 am.
"Shit..." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. I slid my hand next to me. The bed was cold, and the blanket was missing from the other side. Sudden realization came to me.
Where did she go?
Oh fuck no.
I threw the blanket to the side and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting about my
You stare at the boy in front of you, only seeing your own reflection in his dark shades instead of his eyes.
"Entertain me," you demand as you try to keep your face as blank as his.
"Why should I?"
"Because I said so."
"So fucking uncool (_Name_)." Dave stands up and stalks out of his room, leaving you sitting on the floor as he walks away like a retarded penguin.
It only takes him a few minutes to return and when he does you find yourself being smothered by a very plush violet rump.
"UGH- Dave what was that for!"
"You said you were bored."
"Yeah well I said entertain me not smother me."
This comment earns you another face full of smuppet ass. Although this time Dave threw the plush at you before quickly absconding out the room. You snatch your two pieces of ammo up off the ground and race after him. If it's a fight he wants it's a fight he'll get.
About an hour or so later, after you lost the fight in a tragic battle
"Dave!" I exclaimed. He was hovering over me, his hands beside my head on both sides and his legs on either side of mine. How exactly did this happen? I'm not even sure myself.
"Ahhh finally!" I stretched my arms as Dave and I walked inside the apartment.
"I am so sick of having such boring classes. I swear, it's like teachers have it out for us. As if giving us homework every day wasn't already torture, right Dave? ... Dave?" I looked around for the blond haired boy.
"Dave I swear if you try to scare me with one of your brother's weird smuppets I'm going to do some sort of acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle." He does this anytime I'm at his place. You'd think I'd be used to it but how do you get used to so much plush rump just jutting out and..
“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING THIS TIME FUCKASS? LAST YEAR I ENDED UP WEARING DONKEY EARS WHILE YOU GOT EVERYONE ELSE TO STAB ME IN THE ASS BLINDFOLDED!” Karkat yelled, angrier than usual.
“We’re going to play seven minutes in fucking heaven. Only I’m extending it to fifteen, because the last time I played, I caught with my pants down, if you know what I mean.” Dave said, and everyone flinched, and groaned, not really needing that information. You have no idea why you were here. It wasn’t as if you were in any of their sessions.
“You’re triggering people, Dave!” Kankri complained.
“Shut up. You being a little trigger bitch makes me want to pull a fucking trigger on myself.” Karkat replied, not even looking at the guy. You sigh. Poor Kankri. Then again
\\I’d sell my soul just to see your face, And I’d break my bones just to heal your pain.\\
”Dave, it’s Dirk. I know how much you like throwing yourself into your work and music, but come on bro. I mean, you still have the same answering machine. It’s been a couple of months now, and we’re all worried. Being like this isn’t gonna make her come back. Call me when you get this. I love you, dude. We all do.
Dave’s hand hovered over his turntables as he listened silently to Dirk’s message. He had already guessed all of them had been worried about him. Hell, he could se
“Shut the fuck up, Dirk.”
“Is something like that even legal in like, Canada?”
“What the hell does Canada have to do with this?”
“You probably killed all their mooses and stuck them on that sweater, Dave.”
“It’s not mooses, bro. It’s meese.”
“It’s ameesing that you’re still wearing that sweater.”
“That was pretty ironically lame, Dirk.”
“Yeah? I’d like to see you do better.”
“Moose out of the way motherfucker. Shit’s about to get real.”
“Okay, you have me there.”
“Damn right I do.”
“But seriously, what’s up with those...meese?”
“Well, she mentioned that-”
“Woah woah, Dave. She?”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“[Name] made this fo
She waited in silence for a few seconds, but eventually hung up the phone. Flopping back down on the bed, her ears rang with the beautiful sound of Dave’s voice along with her own on that answering machine. A wry smile made its way to her face and stayed there. Those were definitely happier days back then.
\\Another summer day has come and gone away, In Paris and Rome, But I want to go home. May be surrounded by a million people I, Still feel all alone. I want to go home. Oh, I miss you, you know\\
[Name] sat back up quickly as her Aunt called her down for supper. “Coming!”
She left her phone on the bed as she made her way down the stairs. Sitting and talking with her Aunt over things at the bakery lifted [Name]’s mood somewhat, but the strong words of David’s song resonated within her heart. For the first time in a long while, she felt a sort of homesickness that she had never experi
. . .
You sat at the park together, on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Time passed by slowly.
Through his ironically cool shades he watched you pick flowers and knit them into crowns and rings and necklaces.
Arms draped over the back of the bench, he relaxed against the hard wooden back, ignoring the chipped paint that got on his wickedly cool clothes. Clothes could always be washed, and he didn't want to disturb you while you played.
Sunlight streamed through the trees and landed on your figure, hunched up and wearing a face of concentration. Your brows would knit together, just like Dave's bro's when he was having a particularly fierce sword battle. But Dave had learned through his bro's mistakes; and never allowed you near weapons.
Sure he lived a pretty sweet childhood, but he didn't want you to wake up every morning on the defense, wondering when he would appear from no where and challenge you to a fight.
Even though a peaceful life may sound boring (and
You squinted your eyes and let out a small achoo! and quickly shook it off. Dave chuckled and reached over, ruffling your [h/c] locks. Unable to hold it in, you sneezed a few more times. You rubbed your nose with your jacket sleeve, hoping it would sooth the burning pain.
Dave glanced over at you. “You look cold, babe.” He casually poked the tip of your nose.
You frowned. “I am not cold,” You muttered, trying to the sound of your chattering teeth. If he thought that you were cold, he would probably mak
As if her thoughts were a call across the heavens, She looked over and noticed none other than Dave Strider strolling towards her, his backpack slung over one shoulder. [Name] grinned cockily and approached him, cracking her knuckles and calling out.
"Ready to wrestle, cool kid?" At the sound of her threat, Dave bowed his head a bit and chuckled, approaching her to give her a quick, chaste kiss. He backed away, sliding his bag off and putting his fists up.
"Whenever you're ready, hun. You know the only thing sicker than my beats are my moves, unable to be defeated, set in place like a record's grooves, any-" Unfortunately for any aspiring rapper hoping to take notes, Dave's rhyme was interrupted by a fis
"Woah! Get away!" Dave said as he grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Why won't you let me se theeeem!" "Because, your ovar-" "Yeah, yeah, I know my ovaries will explode." You rolled your eyes.
"Now come on! Lemme see!" You swatted for the shades again, failing miserably as Dave grabbed your wrist every time. You pouted.
Then, it hit you.
A smirk grew across your face. "Well fine, I can just call Terezi over. She can lick your face until she knows what you're hiding and trust me, she'll find out." You smirked at him. He gulped. "You wouldn't." "I would." You giggled grabbing your cell phone.
Before you knew it he had tackled you to the floor, pinning you down. "Dave! What the hell are you doing!" You yelped. He smirked. "This."
He pressed his lips to yours. Your lips melted together. You slowly reached a hand up to his shades while you two were still kissing and swiped them off. He immediate