I'm just in love with my best friend Part 1/?

Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you are around the age of 16 now , one of the greatest achievements of your life was completing SBURB with your 3 best friends as most would know, Rose Lalonde , Jade Harley and …. John Egbert. You four now live togeth- suddenly your mind drifts off into thought, which it actually has been doing a lot recently. After completing SBURB, you've had time to think about things…. People that actually matter more than you would have thought back then. You sigh gently to yourself as you turn in bed, already feeling the sunlight seeping through the tiny gaps between curtains. You didn't really want to think about this….him now, it only made you feel shy and out-of-place around him – which sucked. You have no clue what's wrong with you, that cool Strider style you always claimed to have was almost gone all the time around h—

Your eyes widen as you're woken up to that-all-too-familiar voice, his voice. ' daaaaaaaaave, get up come on! rose made us breakfast!' Damn, you hated it when he dragged his words, it was like that spider chick girl—uh troll, whatever you get the picture, you just can't stand the fact he would actually copy her… did he like her or something? All these familiar questions buzzed through your head . You lazily grabbed your shades off the side table and slipped them on, sitting up slowly. ' dont get your panties in a twist man' you smirked giving that trade-mark smile of yours to the be-spectacled boy sitting on the edge of your bed. He pouted teasingly ' dude im not a girl why the heck would I wear panties.' You pushed yourself off your bed, grabbing your jeans and quickly slipped them on before John made a comment about the boxers you were wearing. 'fine you win this round,' you smirked before leaning down to give his hair a good ruffle, 'then again how would i know if you never showed me'

You made your way out of the room just as John muttered in confusion as he followed you downstairs. Seriously, you hadn't mean to actually say that – out loud at least, clenching your fists in frustration , at yours—no wait, John. You knew that it wasn't exactly a good reason to actually be mad at him, you weren't exactly mad at him but the way he acted, his goofy yet sweet behavior towards you and how his eyes sparkled when he laughed, had to be the reason for your unusually un-cool behavior towards him maybe. You were totally down towards Jade and your half –sister , Rose, the same , old Dave Strider attitude . But towards him it was just.. you couldn't place a finger on it, you guess it was just different, after all you never really had time to think about these things until now , after the game.

'Well, are you not going to say hello or even say a simple greeting?' You sighed and rolled your eyes slightly before responding to the only other blonde in the house-hold. 'sup lalonde' you find yourself replying in habit only to brace yourself for the in-coming lecture. 'Dave, how many times have I told you not to call me by my last name? And are you aware how rude it is greet someone with the word 'sup'? I am very aware of the fact that it is American slang, however do you really find the need to address me in that manner, knowing the fact I dislike it strongly?' You sigh and slip into your regular seat across Jade at the dining table, you just don't get how you both were related, she probably inherited all the lame genes , heh , but she could be pretty bad-ass at the same time.