You're John Egbert, and you are coming home to Dave Strider, your best friend and housemate. You open the door and you are greeted by Dave sitting on the couch with his iPhone, and listening to music on his headphones. "Hey Egderp. I'm fucking hungry so..." Dave says. You recognize that as a Dave Strider way to say,"Hey Egderp. Go and cook me some goddamn food." You just sigh and go into the kitchen. You cook a simple salmon for dinner, topped with parsley and a little bit of lime. You set up the table and Dave sits down. As you eat, you think about all the things that you did today. Somehow, you think about how you and Dave met in middle school, when you almost lost your glasses and Dave returned them. From then on, he was always looking out for you. Yet, you still wonder why to this very day. You notice Dave is already gone and his plate is cleared. Grinning, you eat the rest of your dinner. About 5 minutes later, you clear the table and go upstairs, to the room you both share. You see Dave with his headphones on. He nods a silent "sup" to you and you wave back. You get a call. "Heyyy" The voice you recognize as Karkat, says. Dave takes off his headphones. "He is so wasted right now" Dave says. " You have got to come to this party... Hurry up... It's near your house" he says. You groan and keep driving around until you see a large group of people, outside what seems to be the party. You spot Karkat and he makes his way to your car. You and Dave open the door and Karkat looks so drunk its funny. You go in the house, and the party outside was weak. There was loud, hip hop music and people kissing, making out, or getting drunk. You look for Dave and and see him talking to a girl and suddenly, you feel sick. Dave makes his way over to you, with the girl following and a red solo cup in his hand already. "Bro, I feel fucking sick." you say. You go and sit down inside on one of the stairs. The party is loud and you think you have a migraine headache. You think back to that girl and Dave, and you think you feel a little jealous. I can't be jealous. No homo. Especially not with Dave. You think. You still blush though. He is still a great guy. You clutch your head and find Dave. You finally find him and you signal to him you're gonna go in the car. You find yourself waking up at home in your bed. You sit up to the smell of smoke and something burning. You run downstairs and you're freaked out by whats going on. You see Dave at the kitchen, with only Dave knows what is burnt, and the table set up. You smile and groan at the same time. "Sorry bro... looks like the kitchens fucked up now..." ,Dave says, " You were so tired I figured I might as well make breakfast..." You smile and laugh. You give Dave a bro hug and, for once, Dave hugs back. He pulls back and starts kissing you, a gentle and soft sensation. Your eyes grow in shock as you kiss back. After a few seconds, Dave says, "I have a confession. Oh shit, this is hard for me to say... but... I love you. Like love love." "M-Me too, Dave." you stutter as you hug him. He holds you tighter than ever before. Dave has really changed, you think, kissing him. He kisses you back, tongues entwined, fingers interlocked.
Author Notes: Sorry! I'm new on here... i also write really short chapter and stories! sry! im a weaksauce...
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Hussie.