Hey hey, Mo here with another fanfiction nobody wants to read! Welp, this is my new Daverezi fanfiction, in honor of the awesome update! (even though they are probably not going to be together damn it Hussiieieiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) But yep, Ill just give a brief discription, basically, I really-really like the concept of Dave being super freaked out by liking Terezi! I mean, Dave is the dorkiest coolkid ever, and i think that hes pretty weirded out by his crush on his good friend TZ.
Title: Operation, Do Not Fall For Best Freind
Pairing: Dave/Terezi
Disclaimer: disclaimed meaning I dont own any people used, they belong to their original owner.
Notes: Please review, Id appreciate it, and also my daverezi song is 1983 by Neon Trees. Check it out c:
Notes 2: Why does everything i touch turn into humanstuck
Notes 3: This is going to have a warning for launguage, and other...stuff. Also I apologize for spelling, i dont have a beta and my grammar sucks so please, bear with it.
Your name is Dave Strider and you are going through a midlife crisis.
Well maybe just a little crisis.
Okay its not even that big of a crisis.
You might even be able to call it a 'small problem'.
Bit probably not because its not even that big of a deal.
Hahhahahahahaha.
...
Okay maybe it is a 'big problem'.
Your name is Dave Strider and you have a crush on someone you probably shouldnt have a crush on because the odds are not in your favor and the ugly truth is rearing its nasty head and looking you dead in the eyes and just giving you a sad, pitying shake of the skull and you do not appreciate it.
Her name is Teresa Roseate Pyrope and you are most proably up to your ears in love with her.
And you really, really hate it.
You honestly didnt even want this! You were perfectly happy just sitting at home and harboring your stupid homo feelings for your neighbor/lab partner and strifing with your Bro on the rooftop and having feelings jams with your sister and going to the movies with your Johnbro and jamming sick beats from your turntables with your stoner buddy
and his cousin and having a great time not being in love with she-who-will-not-be-named Pyrope.
You really were.
Like homestly, truly, really.
Seriously.
Your name is Dave Strider, you are 18 years old, and want to jump the bones of your friend so bad.
You dont want to just jump them, you want to pole vault them and land on the matress next to her with the most stupid, happy grin almost splitting your face apart and wrap a arm around her waist while she curls into you and murmurs soft dreams into your collarbone.
You want to date her so hard, you want to take her to the movies and buy a over-expensive vat of shitty popcorn and watch her nibble at it and ask loud questions about the movie and run your hands over her shoulders and then take her to the river afterwards and tell her about the stars she cant even see. You want to go to visit her on Christmas and get her all the presents, all of them, even though you know all she really wants is a toy dragon to add to her collection. You want to hold her hand in public, take her to the pet store and watch her freak out over the lizards and snakes, cuddle her when you two watch another marathon of Judge Judy and Bones and make little snips about her obvious crush on a 50-year old judge while she shooshes you and swipes at your face and take her to every single festival and party and dance. You want to scoop her up and hug her forever and ever, you want to make her embarassed and blush over stupid little things and feel so, so triumphant when it finally happens, you want to kiss her under the mistletoe, you want to kiss her on Valenties Day, you want to kiss her at New Years Eve, oh fuck it- you want to kiss her all the time, and you want, more than anything, for her to want you back.
But you know its never going to happen.
So thats why you are Dave Strider, 18, and never going to allow yourself to show that you are in love with Teresa Roseate Pyrope.
It does not really help that shes spending the night tonight.
It also does not help that shes ringing your doorbell right this very second.
You manage to shove aside enough crap and smuppets to make a slightly adequate pathway from the living room to the door, and hopefully, the pathway will stay mildly clear for the journey back. You can not help but mentally berate yourself on the walk to the door, what were you thinking, inviting a girl to spend the night? Seriously, this is really beyond the levels of weird and she probably- no, most definetly knows this too, but is far to embarassed to turn you down.
Ha.
When has she ever told you anything but the truth.
You have finally reached the destination of your quest.
Shes not afraid of telling anyone how she feels.
You hand is on the doorknob.
If she fekt akward she would have told you.
Said hand is turning said doorknob.
Right?
The door is open.
Teresa turns up to you, shes wearing her skinny tight teal jeans, knee-high washed out red converse with dragons drawn messily over them with black sharpie and has on a red coat that is 4 sizes to big for her teeny little body, her ginger hairs pastel rainbow tips looking pretty bright under the light thats coming from behind you, and, even with her red glasses a little crooked and her freckled face scrunched up irately, you feel a teeny bit breathless.
"Well?"
What.
You correct yourself, "what?"
She sighs and tilts her head down to the precarious amounts of objects piled in her arms, "are you going to be a proper gentleman and help the lady with her bags?" You make a little choked noise that earns you a quick glance from said lady (wow Dave, UNCOOL), and you nudge her with a hand and she dumps almost all of her stuff into your arms. You make a exagerated grunting noise and look at her, "Damn Pyrope, what are you planning to do? Move in or steal my house for you own?" She cackles at you and taps her cane against your leg, "Just put the stuff away and get me inside before my ass freezes off Strider."
You feel a little bit of tension bleed away from you and nod, "Sure, just wait a second, I know you can barely hold your excitement at the thought of finally entering the Strider Temple." She scoffs, "Im sure you can practically feel it." You chuckle under your breath, wind your way to the living room, set her belongings on the couch, and quickly make your way back to her.
You step back outside, "Okay then, you coming inside?" You step back into the apartment, and she shoots a dumbfounded expression to you, "Come on Dave, you need to lead me, Ive never been inside your house before, do you want to watch me flounder around or is that just another creepy thing im just finding out about you after five years?"
You step back outside, poker face completely intact, but on the inside you are beating yourself with a bat wrapped in barbed wire. You touch her elbow with the crook of your offered right arm, and she slips a small speckled hand through it, sending eletcricity brusting through you.
Fucking fireworks and moonbeams and rainbows.
She give you a slightly less edgy, almost but not really sorry smile, and the electricity is making its way to your face too.
You lead her inside, and slam the door shut with your foot, and watch her tap around with her cane, head turning this way and that, "this is the messiest apartment ive ever expirienced" she states, "why is it so immersed in garbage?" You finally reach the couch, brush off some cumbs and help her sit down, "Well it belonged to my Bro before he left and...I havent really had time to clean it." AKA: You have been a mess ever since your brother left and the thought of throwing away even his garabge is terrifying to you and is sort of drawing out some bad hording habits whoops.
She used her cane to find the coffe table and shoves off at leats 5 pizza boxes, "You really need to tidy up, perhaps you would have Rose over or Kaat to help you? You know how much they love orginazing." The mere thought of your sister and that screeching gay maniac sorting through your Bros stuff has you practically shivering from disguist. You shake your head, "as if. Id have to be dead before that raging bag of dicks even comes close to my stuff, and my sister, ha. ha. ha. not likely." Teresa shakes her head but a little smile is playing at her lips while she turns away from you, hands patting at the couch until she finds her stuff.
She drags her big duffle bag over her lap and unzips it, "So, I brought some stuff" she tells you while rumaging around in the bag, "I brought some movies, My Cousin Vinny, Philadelphia, Erin Brockovich and the whole first season of Bones! Its a awesome show and I think youll like it, plus Emily Deschanel is super foxy." You shrug, "I like David Boreanaz better." Teresa cackles a bit and sets the movies clumsily on your lap and turns back to her bag, "I brought some drawing stuff," she looks around and sniffs, "I didnt know if you had any extra paper, and I brought my chalk and crayons too." She adds the art supplies to the pile on your lap, "and I also brought my Pyralsprite and a Davesprite for you!" She pulls out a bright orange dragon, except for where the legs sould be, the tail was streched out super long, and it had a mane of fluffy yellow feathers around its neck.
You take the soft dragon and run a finger over its neat yellow stiches, "thanks Teresa" she smiles and flashes a giant grin with her rows of straight white teeth. She shoves the duffle bag aside curls her long legs neatly underneath her and leans back into the couch while you get up and put in one of the movies, Erin Brockovich, you think. You turn off the lights and sit down next to her while the movies starts.
Its pretty good, Julia Roberts is a single mom and gets into seemingly little a real-estate case that turns out to be a giant string of people dumping toxic waste onto the site. Its pretty cool, and after awhile it gets dark outside and inside, and 9:00 turns into 11:00 and after two other movies and at least 4 notebooks of drawings and more food than both of you can handle, you have managed to flop down on your back with Teresea lounging ontop of you, half asleep and mumbling at the TV and sort of yelling at David Boreanaz while you run your fingers through her soft red waves of hair and you think kind of fluffily, that if you had to choose your death, you would choose to totally die like this.
You wonder how it would feel to kiss her.
Wait.
What.
You feel your breath catch and begin to sit up, "Uh, hey, Teresa, um-" "No wait, heh, Dave" shes sitting up, teeny hands pressed onto your abdomen, "Do you have a bathroom?" she looks around, "I need to change into my pajamas." You ease her crooked glasses back onto her face and try to stop your stutter, damn you are practically drowning in your pool of uncoolness tonight. "Uh, I'll take you there" she wrinkles her nose and holds her chin up while you fix her glasses. After your done she slides off you and grabs her bag and cane and takes your offered arm. The only sound is the clickclack of her cane while you flick on some lights and lead her to the bathroom.
She lets go of your arm and taps her cane around the bathroom while you lean against the doorway and watch her, "sorry its not that big, the size of the bathrooms always a quater size of the main living space." She has gone from tapping her cane around to running her hands over the walls, her fingers exploring the sink and mirror cabinet and glancing in your direction while you talk. She finally makes it to the shower and leans in halfway to explore it. Shes only in it waist deep and you find your gaze drifting from her blurry form through the showers glass the a certian spot southward of her hips.
You shake your head a bit, no way bro. This is Operation Do Not Fall For Best Freind, not Operation Oops this is accidentallyFakelovestuck. You turn around and begin walking out, "well im going to leave you to it then" she striaghtens up and nods, and crouches down to rummage through her duffle bag.
You close the door and it takes around five seconds before you are slumped against the wall and covering your face with your hands.
Operation DNFFBF is proving to be a bitch already.