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
“That’s what you get you nerd! I hope you go to hell!”
“That’s right! Worthless bitch!”
“You fucking slut!”
(Name) was used to this, she heard it every day. Nothing new.
That is, until she heard a new voice yell out.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” The group of people surrounding her dispersed to show a very attractive teen with pointy shades and a black wife beater. The first thing (Name) did was walk back to get away from him. He would hit her, or call her names, or embarrass her even worse.
He didn’t do any of those; he held his hand out for her to grab. When she hesitated, he reached for it and pulled her up to him.
The crowd gasped and some of the girls glared at her. The boy just held on tighter and dragged her out of the hallway to a secluded area: the roof.
That's when a puppet pops up in front of you, and god is it creepy. You shriek and throw yourself back away from it. Instead of hitting the pavement like you expect, you land in someone's strong grip.
A boy closely resembling your classmate, Dave Strider, holds you in the crook of one arm, and that puppet in the other. The style is more spiked and anime looking, but that's a very familiar looking color of blonde hair. His shades are crazily pointed, but they still hide his eyes. Even his mouth is that same damned expressionless line.
"Are you related to Dave Strider?"
"Do you realize that this is hardly the time to ask that?"
"Didn't think so. I'm taking you back to your house now."
He grabs your hand and starts to drag you away. You're at first out of sorts. He pops up out of nowhere and suddenly tries to drag you around. He can't do that.
Shaking your head for clarity, you dig your feet into the path.
"W-wait a minute! What do you think you're doing?" You e
Fiddling with the cigarette behind his ear and thinking about lighting it, Dirk lowered his feet from his desk when his buzzer went off. Clicking the answering machine, he drawled a slow, “Yes?” toward his secretary.
“The band is here.”
A sigh. And then, “Fine. Send them in.” He let his finger off the button and straightened his tie. “Ungrateful brats showing up half an hour late. Do they know how hard it is to make a record with my company?” Fiddling with the glowing crystal around his neck, Dirk blew smoke rings out of his mouth to pass the time until finally a knock came at his door.
Waving away the smoke, Dirk stood and beckoned for them to enter. The three of them entered timidly, each carrying the instrument of their choice. Crossing his arms, Dirk raised an eyebrow. “So like-”
“You three were half an hour late. Now a good friend of mine promised that you would make th
Actually... You might have to rephrase that... It's awesome!
You watched as he sat down next to you on a large sofa, after flicking off a few puppets that were in his way.
He was holding something. He seemed to be pretty happy with whatever it was because there was a rare smile across his face.
"Hey, guess what? Apple juice. Is this fucking Christmas or what?"
You smiled at his over used catchphrase as you took a bottle, muttering a thanks. You didn't want to look too happy. It might make you look... Uncool.
Dave half watched you as you opened it. What? Was this apple juice that good.
Just as you were taking a swig, it dawned on you. He must have...
"PPPHHHHTTTHHHHFFFFPPPPHHHHTTTHHH!!!!!! DAVE! THAT IS DISGUSTING! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST PISS IN THAT BOTTLE?"
He smirked as he looked at you from under his shades.
"No, don't worry. But I did put a little bit of this in it, to make it taste like piss." Da