A/N: Hello, my lovelies! This is my very first songfic, so I do apologize if there's something you don't like about it. I apologize for not being able to please every- No, wait... No I don't. If you don't like it, take your hate somewhere else. For those who do enjoy this, I'd love to see your reviews, so please do that! If you don't thin I did my absolute best, constructive criticism is helpful. I'll be adding another chapter soon. Bye, darlings!

~ Princess

Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one night stand
But I still need love 'cause I'm just a man
These nights never seem to go to plan
I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

As Dave rolled over and saw the back of an unfamiliar, dark-haired head, the memories of last night flooded his mind. Not that he could remember much; a few drinks in and he had a warm fuzz; about ten more and the dancing started; a few more and he remembered nothing but a lot of flashing light, a beautiful face that he got mere glimpses of, and a few kisses in the back of a cab. He snapped out of his remembering as his partner shifted. Dave quiettly got out of the bed, only pausing a moment to wonder where he was. He found his clothes and began dressing as quickly as he dared, then tiptoed around the bed to the door. To this day, Dave Strider had no idea why - not a single damn clue why - he glanced back at his one-night stand victim. But he did, and what he saw nearly broke his heart. The guy, kind of young, by his face shape, had his eyes closed, a single tear slipping out. Dave got back into the bed and wrapped his arms around the kid's waist. He cuddled into the kid, thinking back to a time before Terezi had left him for Karkat. He thought of how they used to cuddle just like this, and how she'd kiss his cheek and he'd kiss hers until they ran out of alternate places to kiss. Dave heard the kid's breathing hitch.

"I know you're awake, kid."

Why am I so emotional?
No it's not a good look, gain some self control
And deep down I know this never works
But you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt

John woke up to the soft breathing of yet another one-night stand partner. He squeezed his eyes shut in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, his ex had come back. He shifted, meaning to check to see if it was, in fact, his ex, but stopped himself. He nearly cried when he heard his unknown partner get up and dressed quickly. John listened as the stranger moved around the bed, closing his eyes so that the escapee wouldn't see him awake. When his partner tiptoed back around the bed, John opened his eyes in surprise. He nearly jumped out of his skin when two long, elegant arms wrapped themselves around his waist. As he relaxed in his partner's arms, he let himself imagine that it was Karkat that was cuddling up against him. He imagined that it was Karkat that was nuzzling his nose against the short hair near the back of his head. He was forced out of his daydream when his partner - male, he now knew - said, "I know you're awake, kid." John turned to face his partner, not realizing how close they were until he turned over completely, their noses almost touching. John blushed lightly; he hadn't expected his partner to be so... attractive.

"Um, hi?" The blonde smirked at John, the smirk suddenly turning into a grin.

"I guess we should get to know each other?" John blushed more, then nodded, biting his botton lip.

"I'm Dave," the blonde said.

"John." They stared at each other, seemingly lost for words, truthfully lost in each other's eyes, Dave swimming in an ocean of deep blue, John wrapped up in a blanket of red.

"So... I guess I should go, then." Dave, faster than John expected, slipped his arms from around the other and was out of the bed, heading for the door. John suddenly felt the cold wash of lonliness consume him.

"I guess you're just gonna stride off into the sunset, leaving me as only a distant memory?" Instead of looking guilty, as most other partners did, Dave smirked.

"Striding's what I do." John got out of the bed and followed Dave downstairs, detemined to make him stay.

Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need
This ain't love it's clear to see
But darling, stay with me

Dave opened the door and stepped out, taking note of the fact that John followed him. 'He seems determined to make me stay,' Dave thought. His brain seemed to be on high alert, noticing that John was neat and tidy, had a lot of movies starring Nic Cage, and had what was practically a shrine to Ghostbusters. He also noticed the grand piano that John was currently walking over to. Dave had just reached the door when the blue-eyed beauty started playing a song. Not just any song, the song that he and John had (drunkenly) danced to. Dave was surprised into stopping. Turning on his heel, he sat down on the piano bench and sang along to John's playing.

"Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need
This ain't love it's clear to see
But darling, stay with me." Dave slithered an arm around John's waist, setitng his chin on the shorter boy's shoulder. While John played, Dave talked.

"So, John. How old are you?"

"I'll be nineteen next week." Dave was surprised. He hadn't expected the kid to be so near his age.

"No kidding? I'm nineteen." John glanced up into Dave's eyes, and both boys somehow knew that they would both see much, much more of each other.