Sometimes you want to punch Dave in the face. Today is not one of those days.
"Hey, Karkitten," You hear his voice whispering in your ear, his warm breath hitting against it. You take it back-you want to punch him now. You jump, whirling around to face him, but unfortunately your faces are only inches apart. But inches is all you need to feel the heat rise to your cheeks.
"Fuck you." Is all you manage to say, blush not leaving your face as you glare. He chuckles, catching your blush right away. To make the situation worst for you, his decides that leaning in a bit more is a good idea. Your blush deepens, as the urge to punch him grows.
"Is that a blush I see, Karkles?" He teases, resting his hands on your waist, smirking in amusement as you start to pull away, but you fail miserably as he wraps your arms around your waist and just pulls you closer.
Okay, you have to admit. He is taking this way farther than he normally does. Although Dave has been your best friend for god knows how long, you can't tell if he's just fucking around with you since you're bi (even if you're certain he'll still do that even if you're straight), or if he's serious about this and he is about to confess his undying love for you with a kiss. If only you could see his eyes... goddamn shades.
"Strider, this is extremely awkward." You tell him, squirming once again.
"For you. For me this is amusing and adorable." You freeze. You heard him right, did you? He did not just say that you are adorable. No way. That man is straight. Straighter than John. And that's a shit ton of straight. You can't get any straighter than those two.
The bell rings. Dave releases you, walking away as if nothing had just happened.
Wait... you're at school?
You sigh, walking in after your best friend. He's fucked up. Seriously. He's even more fucked up than Sollux. But you love him. You really do. You can't deny your feelings for him.
But that's the problem.
