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Dirk: 17 Dave: 15
You realized this a long time ago, but you really hate people. A lot. People are just gross, really nasty, and they do every little fucking thing you hate. Humans, you realized so long ago, were stupid. Their intelligence bore no intellect; their brains bore no information. They were just lumps that took up space, took up too much space.
You don't hate everyone, though. Your little bro, David "Dave" Strider, is pretty cool. Your mom and dad are okay, you suppose, but you barely see them. They work their asses off everyday of their lives, doing at least ninety hours a week. Seeing as there are only 168 hours a week, that left them 78 a week of extra time to sleep, eat, socialize, basically coming down to about 11 hours a day. Minus the regular eight hours a day for sleep, there is a leftover of three hours. A half hour to get ready - which includes eating - and a half hour drive to work counting traffic, that is two hours a day which allows them to socialize with their kids.
Things never work out that way, though.
Smiling, you wave your mom goodbye. Your father already left a while ago because of his shift. Dave gives her a hug, putting his arms around her sleepily. It was rather early, but it's not like you went to sleep so it didn't really matter. When Dave lets go of Mom, she's out of the house. Dave immediately turns to you, rubbing his eyes, getting his eye boogers from the corners out and gross things like that, but it's not like you're much better. You wore this shirt yesterday and it's still on you. Eww.
"I'm not going to school today." He states, red eyes looking up at you.
Your smile turns into a big fucking frown. If you have to deal with your shitty classmates, he does too. Noticing your mood change, he quickly adds,
"Neither are you? Let's stay home. Chill. 'M tired."
His arguing and persuasive skills have gotten better over the years, but it still sucked. You let out a groan, not giving a shit, and then head over to your room, passing the counter that has your shades on them. That is when Dave knows he won you over. Truthfully, you don't want to deal with kids and teachers you hate today. All you really want to do is complete this self-created project you've been working on recently. Shit is hella rad. But Dave didn't think so.
He follows you, tugging on your arm. He's always has been clingy. Probably from the lack of contact from your guys' parents, but you're no expert in this area.
"No, Dirk, no," he says, lightly pulling you away from your room and over to the living room. "The fucking thing can wait a day as we spend some quality bro time. I've been bro lacking, need to patch up my bro packing. Put a bro in a couch and wrap 'em up in blankets, because - "
"That's really gay. And stupid. And no." You defend weakly. If you wanted to, you could easily make him let you go, but then Dave would bitch you out or worse - he'll give you that fucking face that will tear your heart out and - what the hell. He's already doing it. Before he opens his mouth to counter your defense, you walk over to the living room.
Talk about high maintenance.
Dave smiles, tugging closer to you. You don't really mind Dave and all, but you're not really touchy and shit. But you know if you pull him away, he'll make that fucking face and you'll feel like a guilty piece of shit. You don't want to feel like a guilty piece of shit so you let him do what he pleases. For now, at least.
Dave is skinny, not really small, but skinny with a thin line of muscle. He works out just as much as you, but his body just wasn't built to be a fitness worker. He's a little above average in height you guess, being right under five foot eight, but he's still shorter than you. In his defense, he's still growing. You, on the other hand, are right on six foot three. You're not thick, but you're not as skinny as Dave. You have more muscles, a little rough on the hands, but your fingerless gloves save you from having it too rough. Dave, though, has hands of a princess. Like he never has done work, which is really fucking hilarious.
He works so goddamn hard. All. The. Time. Expect when it concerns cleaning his room, but that is because of different reasons.
He grabs a fuzzy blanket, wrapping himself up in it as he picks out a movie. Probably an ironic movie. You sit down on the edge of the couch, knowing very well that he would bitch if you did anything else, so you relaxed and watched him.
You two are brothers with a very special bond. Something that is socially unacceptable, but who the fuck cares.
Dave comes over and snuggles with you, wrapping the blanket around the two of you. His head rests on your shoulder while you have an arm around him. He puts in an ironic movie, and you two watch it, slowly falling asleep. He falls asleep first, and then now you're having trouble falling asleep. This position wasn't the most comfortable for you, so you decide to move. Gently picking him up, you stretch your legs on the couch, Dave in the middle of your legs. He curls up on your chest, still asleep. You rub his back and then drift off into slumber, not really caring about the movie.
You wake up with Dave playing with your un-gelled hair. He hums at you when you open your orange eyes, and then he kisses you on the chin. You rub his back and tell him morning, and he does the same. Though it's not really morning, but you don't really care.
He continues to play with your hair as you stare at him. He's so beautiful, so relaxed on you. Getting the urge to kiss him, you bring your lips to his. Small, short, but sweet kisses litter his face. You both are Striders, cooler than hell, and yet here you two were giving innocent kisses like you guys were preschoolers learning how to pucker your lips.
It works, though, so whatever. Out of all of what you guys are - deranged, immorally unacceptable, violent - and out of all the things you guys do - strife, fight, argue - you can't help like this is the final piece that solves the puzzle of your life.