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
(Name) briefly looked over at Dave before finishing her last answer. "What number is it?"
(Name) sighed and got up from her seat. She walked over to Dave and crouched down.
"Alright," (Name) said. Readying her notebook. "What is it that you don't get."
"These dam percentages, I don't see why I'm getting it wrong."
"Let me see your work."
"I erased it."
(Name) looked at Dave. "Alright, Don't erase your work next time."
(Name) started to explain the basics of percentages. Dave already knew how to do it, but he just wanted to hear (Name) talk more than three words.
"So do you get it now?" (Name) questioned.
Dave nodded. "Yeah, thanks."
(Name) got up and returned to her seat. Dave heard John snicker across the room. John was the only one beside from Dirk who knew about Dave's little crush on (Name).
After a couple minutes the bell rang signaling the end of school. Everyone hastily grab
. . .
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
"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
You always wanted to go stargazing with someone. You mostly wanted to go with your best friend and crush, Dave Strider, but he was always busy with his night job working at Club Skaia.
"Sorry (Y/n), but you know I gotta work in the night."
"R-right. Forgot about that. It's okay Dave. Maybe another time."
You remembered the sad smile you gave him after saying that. But you knew he would be busy whether or not he was working at the club. He does have a life, you know.
You sighed heavily as you sat on the rooftop of the apartment building you and Dave both live in. This was where you met him, after all.
It was a few weeks after you moved into your new place, finally getting away from your old life. You lived on the top floor of the building, as it was one of the cheapest places to get. You didn't know why until a few days after you moved in. Every now and again you would hear no
The sound of something crinkling underneath you arm is what woke you up. You groaned as you shifted in your bed, opening your eyes a crack to see what it was. There, nestled between your sheets, was a blank red envelope, slightly wrinkled. You rubbed your eyes as you reached over, clumsily ripping the paper. You pulled out a note with seven neatly printed words that looked somewhat like instructions.
Get dressed and head to the kitchen
You mumbled something about roommates as you threw on a pair of jeans (which you placed the envelope in) and a t-shirt as you hopped down the stairs to meet the person whom you shared a house with. She was humming softly as she tidied up the kitchen, moving swiftly while keeping an eye on something on the stove. When she noticed you, she gave a small knowing grin before giving you a hug.
“Good morning, [Name]. How did you sleep?”
You hugged back, replying, “I slept fine, Aradia.” You stepped back, pulling the