Dave Strider/ Jade Harley~ school drabble
Damnit you're supposed to be cooler than this. Pull it together Strider. It doesn't matter that the girl who sits next to you in history is too pretty to be real. It doesn't matter that you find her slight overbite adorable. It doesn't matter that her eyes make you think of summer, and lying in the grass and smiling when things were okay. Before things weren't okay. It sure as hell doesn't matter that you get a weird feeling in your stomach when you see her, and every time you look at her you just want to smile like an idiot. But you're NOT an idiot. You're Strider.
Jade Harley.
That's the name written across the top of her work sheet.
The teacher is droning on about something ((Japan? Edo period? Or was that last term? Gog who gives a Fuck)) as you sneak a glance at her. She's not even listening, to busy drawing flowers over the top of her paper. Jegus it shouldn't be legal for people to be this cute.
Wait.
She's not looking.
She's getting something out of her backpack next to her.
You don't know what posses you, ((Fuck you and your demon summoning Rose)) but suddenly you're leaning over and
Drawing a flower.
Just a little one, at the corner of her paper closest to you. She hadn't drawn any over there yet but- oh. She sat back up.
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She notices. A look of surprise, then confusion as she turns to face you and then..
Oh.
She's smiling.
She's still smiling as she draws a flower next to yours. So you guess it would be okay if you just...
Damn. She's smiling again.
Smiling at the other flower you just drew on her paper.
Good work Strider.
You do this with her all of class, drawing little flowers everywhere. Her- smiling and giggling, you- cool as usual, but it doesn't matter if you're smiling a bit right?
You've covered her entire paper with these little flowers by the time the bell rings.
You gather your stuff, content just to think about her smile when-
"Hi there! I'm Jade Harley."
You smirk. "Dave Strider."
Hell yes.
