Summary: When Dave and Bro move to a smaller town than imagined, they find that things aren't so peachy in this community, least so when sports roll around. Humanstuck AU.
A/N: Well, this was inspired by my own high school (hell) with our sports and things, so I'm just testing this out.
It was a hot mid August day when Bro parked the Jeep in the parking lot. Dave took his headphones off and groaned.
"Great, middle of fucking no-where. What he hell Bro?"
"Shut up and take it like a man. It's cheaper to live here and plus I already have a few job interviews." Bro turned the engine off before hopping out of the vehicle.
"Well I am not going to enjoy this, no matter how much you want me to. I'm going to be miserable and feel lousy for the rest of my life here."
"You are such a baby." He grabbed Dave's bag and threw it at him as he got out, smacking him in the back of the head. Dave let out a growl and picked it up, slinging it over his shoulder.
"And you, are an ass." Dave huffed, carrying his bag after his brother to their new apartment in the small building. It was cozy and had enough space, but there were only eight in the whole building, unlike the huge one they used to live in. Two big apartments on each of the nearly 30 floors. He couldn't remember anything besides that he was on the top floor, and super close to the roof.
"I'm an ass? Dave, I'm hurt. You've never displayed any previous interest in equines of any sort, least of all those who bray." Bro unlocked the door, slinging it open to a small hall with a closet. It branched off to a tiny kitchen and small dining room and living room combo. Dave immediately went to the bedrooms, there being two and a bathroom. It wasn't a bad place, and Dave laid claim to the slightly smaller of the two rooms, setting his bag on the twin bed. "Dave, come help with the rest of the shit. Your turntables are out there too, so come on." Bro called and Dave sighed. He wasn't going to make this easy on the older Strider, and would fight against him till the end until he gave up and let them move back down to anonymous Texas.
"Why should I help? You dragged me up here, you do it."
"Fine, in that case I'll just leave your tables on the side of the street. You can make your stupid shit there until someone takes it."
"Fine..." He grudgingly left the room, going to assist with the boxes. A fit guy with a shock of red through his dark brown hair paused Bro. Bro chuckled, resting the box he was carrying on his shoulder before shaking hands with the guy. After a little conversing and pointing, the man came over and leaned against the Jeep while Dave was fiddling with a box to carry in.
"So, your brother said you have an interest in sports." Damn his bro, of course he would say that shit. "Well, it just so happens that I'm the coach here for this football season. I'd like to see you go out." He held out a hand for Dave to shake. "The name's Rufioh Nitram."
"Dave Strider." He shook it, being as polite as possible. "And as for sports, I've never really done them before."
"Lucky you then! Here, we don't have that many people, so it's a great place to learn. What grade are you going to be in?"
"I'm gonna be a Junior."
"Nice, my son's just gonna be a Freshman. Funny how time flies, isn't it?"
"Yeah, seemed like just yesterday, I was enjoying the sun in Texas."
"Oh, you're from down there? Don't suppose you picked up any Spanish, eh?"
"Not a lick."
"Well that's too bad." He grinned. "Well I'll leave you be then. If you wanna chat some more, I live in apartment three. Don't be afraid to visit."
"Aight." Dave was glad the guy had finally stopped and left, leaving him to carry in the last boxes before he forced Bro to help him carry in his turntables. Bro did nothing but grin the entire time. When the larger set up was in, Dave glowered at him. "You know I fucking hate sports, right? So why the hell did you tell him I was interested?"
"Because they don't have that many people. This is a small town dude. Plus, it'll be good to keep you in shape while I'm gone. You'll need it so you don't get fat with all your apple juice consumption."
"Ouch, I do not get fat. I just get little rolls that I work off before they appear. Plus, I know you won't let me go without at least a few strifes a week. I know you just can't."
"Hey, I'll probably end up with a job that requires more days then just a few to pay for the place. And besides, don't you think it'll be nice to make a few friends?"
"Yeah, how bout I just shove that notion up your ass. I'm gonna go take a nap. Don't bug me." He pushed his bro to the door before shutting and locking it. The bed looked inviting, even though his sheets were just a pile on it along with his pillows. Flopping, he buried his face. He had a bad feeling about the whole damned thing.
So what did yah think? Worth continuing? I don't know where this is going to go, but I have a few ideas. Remember to review and such, because that makes me write more than I can make myself.