Oneshot. Not too serious, Davezi. Drabble. Blame insomnia.
Title: The Hardest Thing To Say
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"...and the general gist of it was that she can't make apple juice," Dave concluded. Tez and him had just been telling each other what had happened during the day. It had become a routine, just checking on each other's mental stability even though they both knew what had happened during the day. Dave looked at the troll girl sitting beside him. Her hair was glossy, but not oily, her horns parting it in just the right places. Her face was pointed and the red glasses she always wore were perched on her nose as usual. He found his eyes drifting down past her chin and settle a few inches below her neck. He caught himself staring and brought his eyes back to her face. Man, I hope she didn't catch me staring, he thought to himself.
"Well Dave, I don't think there is anything simpler than apple juice. I mean, is there?"
Now's your chance Dave, don't mess this up. "I think there is."
"If so, what is it?"
Here goes nothing. "This." With that, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her. He, Dave Strider, had kissed his best friend and long time crush, Terezi Pyrope. It felt so natural, as if they were fated to be.
"Well Dave, if that was easy to you, then I'm about to say something near impossible to say."
"And what would that be?" Dave smirked mischeviously.
"I love you Dave."
"I love you too Terezi."
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11 o'clock at night, horrible touchscreen and bad eyesight are definitely a bad combination. All reviews welcome, any drabble requests accepted.