AN: Okay, so... basically I've got insomnia. And I often get creative at night. Tonight's no exception. I began writing this fanfic... at the moment it's a brilliant idea, no idea if it'll continue to be one or if I'll drop it. I apologise for grammar and/or spelling mistakes, it's almost 2 AM and gosh I'm just tired this isn't like serious it's more like "Will do this until you fall asleep"...uh... yeah. Also it's FTM Dave because my brain's like "Hey you've seen it on Tumblr you're going to write a fanfic with it in it. Yeah. Good idea" and yeah...uh. That's all? Sorry if this fic's really shitty...

ONE FINAL THING. I am sorry if using British/European spellings bothers you, it's just a habit of mine whenever I write anything not for school. If it honestly bugs ya, leave a review saying that and I'll edit it and fix it up for you! C:

Now enjoy this painfully short intro-chapter-thing

You sigh and wrap the scarf just one more time around your face. When was this ever a good idea? Sure, it'd be nice to surprise John on Christmas, but gosh, you didn't realise it'd be this cold in Washington! You're sure John would feel the exact same way about Texas's summer heat, however...

Of course...there is one slight drawback to your plans. And you'd prefer to overlook it...but John will certainly question your very feminine voice...

Yeah, maybe this wasn't such a great idea. Honestly, Dave, you can be so stupid...

The look on the man sitting next to you on the bench tells you that you've voiced at least some of those thoughts. At least you aren't wearing your binder... a masculine-looking, flat-chested person with a female's voice would certainly cause confusion. Which is exactly why you regret spending so much money to fly up to see your best bro on his birthday. And then to chicken out at the last moment...

No.
Dave Strider is not a quitter. He has never given up.
This time will be no exception.

The next day you find yourself questioning this again as you arrive at 21605 Fir Drive, also known as John Egbert's address. You take a deep breath and knock very lightly.

Sighing, you realise no one could have ever heard that. You've come this far, you can't just give up now. Knocking a bit louder this time, you start worrying even more. What if John never speaks to you again?
What if he judges you?
What if he tells you he hates you?
So many bad scenarios and you can't think of any good to balance them out.

Of course, you don't have much time to think of any, for at that exact moment, a very excited bucktoothed boy slams open the door.