Frankly, Dave didn't believe this little ploy of theirs was going to work. I mean, convincing his heterosexual friend to play for the other side? That sounded as absurd as any aspect of it could get, not to mention highly unlikely.
But I suppose that wouldn't stop him from trying. Or hoping.
drunkopp: I don't know why you guys like this but, whatever floats your boat I , but seriously, I did not expect such great feedback, it's really quite endearing. Thanks a bunch you guys. I also don't know why I didn't post this sooner. Haha, whoops. But yup, here you go, second chapter. By the way, I have nothing against Transformers, just so you know.
Chapter Two: It's All The Same
Karkat's voice, in a literal sense was the loudest thing you could hear for miles.
And unfortunately for rest of the tenants residing in the dorm, the walls weren't exactly sound proof, much less sustainable against the runt of Karkat's indignant raised tone. With each step closer, John was feeling that much more reluctance seeping into his heart. Not that he wasn't looking forward to a heartfelt reunion with his pals; he was ecstatic to see their faces again, friendly or not. Cause honestly, despite the arrogant front Karkat constantly put up, deep down John knew there was a caring and friendly human being in there.
"YOU MENIAL DIMINUTIVE MORONS. WHY DID I EVEN BOTHER COMING ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF FUCKTARDS TO GREET AN IDIOT I CAN'T EVEN STAND?"
Yes. Somewhere in there.
Approaching the last few steps of the stairwell; John, with an eager expression yet slight hesitancy in his advances, caught sight of an all too familiar bickering pair.
Jade huffed in exasperation, obviously fed up with Karkat's childish little backlashes. "Karkat, would you please for just once in your life shut up and stop contradicting yourself so much?" The raven haired young lady let out another annoyed grunt for what seemed to be the fiftieth time. "You're the one who invited yourself to tag along, so you have no right to complain in this matter!" She jutted an index finger into his chest accusingly.
Terezi was there too, being somewhat of a mediator between the two. Actually, she was just standing there, leaning on her cane and snickering for no particular reason. So basically she was just acting as a third party witness, contributing absolutely form of help to settle them down. She appeared more amused by this than anything else.
John was conflicted between the yearning to approach them for a long awaited group hug, and the contemplation of shuffling around them to avoid a scene altogether, just as everybody else in the lobby seemed to wise up to by ducking themselves away. But before he could even decide, Terezi had already caught sight, or I guess scent, of him as she sniffed the air in his direction and grinned. How she did that was beyond his comprehension.
The girl waved at him, in a half-beckoning motion for him to get his ass over here and watch the show up close. John simply smiled in return, waving his entire arm exuberantly at her. "Hey, Terezi!"
The sound of his voice became the fingers to snap the quarrel right out of its trance, as Karkat and Jade both turned their heads towards the bottom of the stairwell.
His adoptive cousin's expression was suddenly overcome with bliss at the sight of him. "John!" She practically squealed and ran over to the boy to crash a flying hug before he even had the chance to hug back. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in soooo long!"
Jade's home was pretty far from any of them, they would hardly see her face if it weren't for the wonders of webcam chat. So then she finally convinced her granddad to let her attend a legitimate college with her friends, and not be home-schooled for the rest of her sheltered life. Which, John was glad for cause he got to see more of his cousin now, and he'd feel bad if Jade was the only one left out of the loop.
In the distance behind Jade's back, you could visibly see the disdainful disgust on Karkat's face. "Oh fuck, someone get me a paper bag cause I'm about to hurl from this revolting sight." He stuck out his pink tongue and threw in a small gagging noise for effect. Terezi then pulled out a brown paper bag from god knows where, and stuffed it on his head. Predictably he got pissed and tore the thing in two while hollering not in a literal sense.
Jade chose to tune him out completely and smiled. "Ohhh John, I have so much planned for us now that we're going to be living near each other! It's going to be great, this is going to be the best year ever!" The boy in return had yet to say anything, but shared her enthusiasm altogether. Karkat was staring at him now, and what was that, a look of pity?
"You aren't thinking of hogging John all to yourself, are you Jade?" A pair of light footsteps followed by louder ones echoed down the steps as Rose and Dave came into view. Jade's visage considerably brightened at the sight of her other two best friends. It was like the profound reunion she always dreamt of as a kid.
"Dave, I haven't seen you - " The said coolkid stopped her with a raise of his hand as she halted in her starting dash to crush him into a long-needed embrace.
"Remember what I told you about the hugs, Harley. As good as it is to see you, might I remind you I don't do those lovely honey-sapping scenes of yours." He admonished her, putting his hand down after making sure the girl would stay put.
She huffed at him, rolling her eyes at his stupid obstinate demeanor. "You're no fun at all, Dave! I bet you'd do it if it was John who hugged you."
That statement was so true it froze him for a millisecond before reminding himself that Jade knew nothing of the truth. At least as far as he knew. The girl knew a lot of things, but he was pretty sure this wasn't one of them. Even though there were plenty of times she implied it in some ways, she almost always acted like she knew it, but always passed it off as a joke later. Rose was stifling a snicker in the background, goddamn her.
John, obliviously standing right there just chuckled. "That's not true, Dave just hates showing affection in public."
Which was true, but he was definitely willing to make some exceptions.
Dave casually threw an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders. "That's right, you know ol' cold-hearted me, always avoiding people cause goddamn if it's anything that gets under my skin, it's sentiment in a public place. Or any place really." He said while pulling John closer to his chest for ironic purposes. And maybe a bit for his own enjoyment.
Jade appeared disappointed, but just as quickly recovered cause she's gotten used to it by now. "Alright, fine, be an alienated prick and miss out on my special hugs. But!" Her grin grew in expectancy of something in return. The price of refusing one of Jade's overbearing embraces resulted in only one thing. "... You have to take me to that club of yours! Not just any night though, I want to see you DJing live in action!"
What. "What." He spoke his first reaction aloud.
How the hell did she know about his part-time gigs? Or when did she find out? Well actually it was pretty common knowledge, one of the many things he was famous for. But still, he didn't expect her to find out so fast, and that fact would almost be unsettling, if he cared enough. The sophomore turned to his sister in minor suspicion, but Rose merely shrugged in response to his silent accusation.
John, eyes suddenly glistening in fascination, perked up at his cousin's words. "You work at a club?" He inquired at the blonde who still happened to be holding him in his arm.
"Yes, he does. Even though he was trying to hide it from us like the meanie he is ~" Arguably, he was never hiding anything. He just didn't tell them. There was never any denial or deception going on here.
"I want to come too, man! You gotta take me with you, please!" John tugged at his shirt while looking up with those wide, expectant eyes.
Well, it's not as if Dave minded them there, and he wasn't going to form a blockade outside the place to forbid them from entering. So, not finding much to say on the matter, he said, "Fine."
The two clueless brunettes appeared more excited than he did. He didn't care a bit though. And it's not like he was plotting in the back of his mind, ways he could impress John with his mad mixing skills.
Sometime in the midst of his thoughts, Rose and Terezi had invited themselves too. And surprisingly also Karkat, although begrudgingly.
"Alright, as much as I hate to break up this dazzling reunion - which I don't - I'd like to fucking go now before I starve myself to death cause I was waiting up for some cuntface who showed up only now."
Ah, that's right, John had yet to say hello to Karkat. "Hey, Karkat! S'been a while!" He chirped at his fellow freshman, waving at him with a frantic shake of his hand. While being promptly responded with a 'yeah fuck whatever.' Good ol' cynical Karkat.
Unfortunately, it was time for this light hearted and quite pointless conversing to come to an end, Dave figured to himself. This fond gathering of theirs was lovely and all, but they all most likely had plans in preparation for the last weekend before the beginning of the term. The last Friday night before school started, the students weren't exactly going to waste it away, except maybe the huge nerds who used the spare time to study or re-watch dvds they'd brought in the sanctity of their room. Dave Strider for one, is someone you know for a fact is busy, despite his tendency to never submit to schedules.
As if on cue, the sophomore's cellphone vibrated in his jeans pocket, just a small abrupt jostle to catch his attention and inform him of an incoming text. He flipped it open, reading the sender's name. Dave didn't recall who this fellow was, but then again he didn't know half the people who sent him random messages.
Message sent at 5:13 p.m.
heeeyy dude!
just checking but you still on for ellen's party tonight, right?
man, you have to be there so i don't look like the total doofus who invited himself. D:
besiiides, you and i and ninety percent of the people there already know she's totally got the hots for you. ;D haha!
somebody's getting some tonight i bet ~ ;D ahaha hopefully it's me though 8|;;;
better send your new dork roommate the heads up to camp out in the lounge tonight!
From: XXX XXXX
Dave stared blankly at the text written.
So who the fuck was this guy again? Probably one of the many nameless douches trying to leech off of the Strider's popularity. And Dave knew of course, about that chick who already wanted to get in his pants after talking to him once on the street. She was a fan of his DJing apparently, and not to mention she had a drop dead hot body, legitimate F-cup breasts as rumors so shamelessly have spread. But there was no way Dave was going to kick John out to get laid with a gorgeous slut. Clearly not the most ideal way to start off the whole wooing plan. But he supposed he'd go just to check the lameness factor out, all for ironic purposes. And maybe a quick feel up session for the hell of it, to see if those rumors were true or not.
"As unfortunate as it is to break from this quaint discussion, I'll have to depart now if I want to make my dinner plans with Kanaya this evening." Rose interrupted into the air of loud voices which had been going on for some time. They all took a breather from their senseless banter to say their farewells to the girl. And surprisingly, nobody even bothered to mention how early it was to be having dinner. Or maybe they were just already aware of Rose's disposition to be fashionably early.
After the first escapee had absconded from the party, it seemed as though the rest took that as the cue to disperse themselves. Karkat stormed off somewhere as soon as he took it he was allowed to leave, even though nobody was forcibly keeping him there in the first place. Terezi left announcing she had plans to hang with Sollux, Aradia, and Karkat, although he already went off without her. Jade, surprisingly also chirped she had other matters to attend to, and without specifying exactly what plans, left the building in a clumsy hurry.
That left the two roommates back to where they started, accompanying one another in their own dorm building.
Why did they even bother coming here? Dave mused to himself with arousing suspicion that those particular group of people simply wanted to disrupt his life.
John next to him shifted his feet and squirmed uncomfortably out of his grasp, which Dave regrettably released. The brunette beamed up at him with a grin all the same though.
"Hey Dave, since everybody else seems to have plans and stuff... What about we spend our Friday night together? You know, like to celebrate our first night as roommates." The boy scratched at the back of his head sheepishly, you could see the excitement he was trying to contain showing through. "And well, I brought all my movies with me, and I brought my DvD player so I thought we could just watch..." His sentence began trailing off as his gaze found its way to the cellphone still in Dave's hand.
He blinked, parting his lips in a slight oval. "Oh. Right. You probably already have other things planned too... Heh. I just automatically assumed you had nothing else to do like me, man I'm so stupid." The younger of the two forced a laugh, which came out sounding awfully awkward.
Dave, his expression stoic and unreadable as always, said nothing. Instead he simply turned off his phone and stored it back into his jeans pocket.
"Nah. I've got absolutely zilch plans in mind. In fact, my poor excuse of a pal just messaged me saying he had to bail out on our appointment, unreliable bastard." He lied, straight-out. "So, like you, my schedule's open for tonight."
John seemed quite happy with this, although he pretended to feel bad about his friend's plans being cancelled. "Oh... That's too bad - but, we can have fun by ourselves! I brought tons of games and movies, including Con Air of course!" He spoke of his favorite movie eagerly, though the look on Dave's face was not quite as eager.
"... Buut, I guess you can have the privilege of choosing the movie. Since I owe you one and all." John wasn't too disappointed, since there were plenty of other brilliant motion pictures starring Nicholas Cage in that box of his.
Dave felt like it was worth it, giving up on scoring with some horny college chick, just to see John so enthusiastic about spending time together. Sure, it might've been a waste, but he knew he could get laid anytime. On the other hand, personal time with his best friend didn't come very often. Maybe watching Nicholas Cage strut around the screen in a sweaty wifebeater for about the millionth time wouldn't be so bad this time around.
"Oh yeah, I totally brought snacks and popcorn too, so it'll be just like a sleepover! We can change into our pajamas and watch it on my bed. Just like when we were kids, right? Hehe, sound cool?"
Okay, fuck it. Totally worth every moment.
"... Jesus, Egbert. Spending a night with you is like turning back the clock to when we were six, snuggling together in one bed, sporting our rainbow-unicorn footie pajamas. Welcome to Egderp's ultimate loser ideal of college nightlife." That actually didn't sound as bad as he was voicing it out to be.
John simply rolled his eyes. "I'm not a fucking kindergarten baby, Dave. And well, we will have to watch it together in one bed, but obviously I don't wear footie pajamas. I mean, sometimes I just sleep in my underwear."
Yes, this was possibly going to be one of the best weekends ever.
Assuming he didn't do something to screw it up of course.
The older of the two nodded shortly. "Alright, but no Nicholas Cage or any of that shit. Seriously."
John bit back a disappointed groan.
Sometime later that night. (So I fast-forwarded. Sue me.)
Time sure flies by when you're doing absolutely nothing with your supposed crush.
Of course, it was only until now did they decide to watch a movie. For John, being the cinematic freak he was, claimed movies were always fifty percent more exciting when viewed at night. Thus they killed some time in the process, doing whatever it is college kids do these days.
"... You know, when I first thought about living in the dorms, I figured it was going to be completely different from high school." John mused aloud as he stepped out of his pants to change. "But really, it just feels the same as before. Maybe it's because you and everyone else are still here." The boy chuckled without a care.
Dave would've found that statement endearing if he wasn't so distracted by his best friend's pants-less form. Thankfully, the shades hid his wandering gaze. Cause staring at your roommate's fine ass wasn't exactly the straightest thing a guy could do.
"Uh-huh." The blonde smoothly muttered out while watching John pull off his shirt, revealing the boy's pallid complexion. The brunette was thin, not enough to be on the anorexic side, but still pretty skinny for a male his age.
Pausing at the realization of his train of thought, the blonde shook his head inwardly. Now of all times was definitely not the time to be thinking such considerations, for it was too dangerous. But on the other hand, this could prove to be the invaluable opportunity he needed to push forward on that first step of revealing himself.
"Uh… Dave? What's wrong?" A voice from across snapped the said boy out of his stupor as he lifted his gaze up ever so slightly to meet John's eyes.
Ah, shit. So he got caught in the act, no biggie really. Since after all, Dave was the master of playing things off cool. "Nothing, just thinking about how your body hasn't changed at all from seventh grade, still all bone and no muscle I see."
At this, a feverish blush lightly spread across John's sputtering expression. "W-what are you talking about? I so have –" The younger didn't get to finish his retort when Dave swiftly strode across the floor in no time, positioning himself right in front of John.
This normally wouldn't have been as awkward, but Dave was standing awfully closer than should be allowed, being all up in his personal space. Not to mention John was still half-naked with his pants pooling around his ankles.
But clearly, those two facts didn't faze the coolkid in the least, and instead of backing off, he boldly grabbed the other's scrawny arm.
The act caught John off guard, just a bit. "H-Hey…"
It was always so damn challenging figuring out exactly what Dave's intentions were, and those sunglasses didn't help one bit either. The sophomore simply stared down the other with an indistinguishable expression, his poker face evermore intact and never faltering.
Dave tugged passively at John's arm, giving him a once over as if inspecting a specimen before uncurling his fingers and releasing their grip. "You see, just a pair of ridiculously twig-like spaghetti arms." With that single deduction, the blonde strode past and made his way to the bathroom, shutting the faulty door behind him.
While of course, leaving John in a disordered stupor. "… What was that all about?"
Ah, shit, was that too obvious?
Dave muddled to himself against the bathroom door. Alright, he'd have to tone it down a bit for now. If things continued along this tricky path, he'll soon be known as the guy who sexually harassed his half-naked roommate/bestfriend. And that title already belonged to Eridan so it would be wrong to take that away from him.
Figuring he cooled down enough, and that any longer in the washroom would come across suspicious, Dave quickly stepped out of his blue jeans and into a pair of comfortable sweats. He didn't care how uncool baggy slacks looked on him; there was only John there to see and they were snug, shut the fuck up.
He didn't bother to change his shirt, mainly out of laziness. He opened the door and was thankfully greeted by a not so awkward silence. John was already sitting on the bed with a typical toothy grin on his face. He had on a pair of tawdry shorts with repeating patterns of some childish bear mascot adorning the gaudy colored fabric. They looked like clothes worn years ago and yet they appeared one size too big. The shirt was at least bearable to look at. Except the fact that it was again, too big for the boy's frame and you could see this nice revealing angle of his neck - oh fuck it all.
John smiled when he saw his friend step out of the bathroom. "Come on, dude. Hurry up, I already put the disc in and…" His words trailed off slightly when he caught eye of the other's plain clothes in comparison to his. John glanced down, then trailed his gaze back up to Dave's ordinary, cartoon bear-less attire. The realization hit him like a pile of bricks as a blush creeped its way up his cheeks. In his minor embarrassment, he attempted to cover up his pants by pulling down on the hem of his shirt, which only resulted in the thing slipping down his shoulder, disclosing even more skin to the public's eye.
But the only public right now was Dave, and you could probably guess what he was thinking.
An awkward cough from both parties, albeit silent on Dave's end.
"... S-so you just gonna stand there man or what…?" John stuttered carefully, trying to obscure his shame.
"Nice pajamas." Someone had to say it.
The dorkier of the two visibly sulked and pouted a bit, but it's not as though he wasn't expecting it. So instead, he sarcastically rebutted, "Well thanks. I'll take that as a compliment in no ironic form at all."
The coolkid quirked a brow. "You're talking to the crown prince of irony here, kid. You might wanna check recheck your sources." He nodded once, motioning towards the other. "And maybe burn those shorts while you're at it."
John rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I forgot to do laundry earlier! Jeez what do you want me to do, strip my pants for you?"
Now there was a certain alternative, one quite preferable too. "Sure, it'll be a better show than Transformers 2 anyways." The blonde gestured languidly with his hand as a sign to get the clothing removal process going.
John couldn't help but let out an amused snort. "Yeah, I'll give you your little strip show after the movie. And you're the one who chose it in the first place, remember?"
He only selected that particular film because it was the single one out of the batch without Nicholas Cage or Liv Taylor gracing its screen.
"I'll be expecting my private lap dance shortly after then."
Dave already predicted the trajectory of the pillow and dodged its fluffy impact before minimal damage was sustained.
John cursed at his failed shot, while Dave smirked and sat down beside his best bro.
The opening credits rolled in.
As usual, the film was insipid, uninspiring, and Sam Wittwicky was one annoying ass protagonist. But the graphics and action were kick ass, nobody watched Transformers for the story anyways.
Halfway through it, Dave completely stopped paying attention and focused more on the opportunity lying beside him.
It was dark, John of course being the cinema fanatic he is, insisted on the surrounding darkness as they watched.
The only source of light came from the DVD player's screen, which gratifyingly lit up the brunette's focused expression. It was the same countenance he always wore when watching movies, a self-disciplined conduct to always converge your attention to the motion picture. His cerulean hues were glued straight ahead.
Dave unfortunately was not the avid movie goer as his pal was, so his attention wandered elsewhere, specifically to a certain glasses wearing boy. Although unfortunately this time, Dave didn't sport his trademark shades to cover up his wandering gaze, so discreetness was of the essence when sneaking glances. He'd pretty much gotten comfortable with removing his shades around John, since after all; it was the doofus that gifted him the pair in the first place. It was kind of a sporadic right John had, depending on Dave's mood.
Contemplating for a short moment, Dave bit his lip and turned back to the screen. I didn't want to resort to this, but it's time for the ultimate, cliché romanticizing move. He decided himself, lifting his arm ever so casually above John's head, and in one fluid movement placed it over -
"Hey, Dave."
Abort plan, abort plan. He inwardly cursed himself for the momentary faltering in his apathetic guise. Dammit, what was he thinking, such lame pick-up moves were not his style. He almost resented Egbert for making him sink so low to this.
"What?" He muttered rather defiantly, leaning his head against the palm of his hand behind John's back. Any sign of suspicious movement was indeed covered up by his smoothness.
John turned his head, looking up at the older in a slight despondent manner. "Um… Well… I'm sorry for… not having better movies." He fidgeted awkwardly.
Apparently having horrid taste in film was worth apologizing for. "… No problem, Egbert. Though I don't know why after all these years, you'd choose now to remorse this scandalous sin. If anything, you should apologize for making me suffer through this with you." Snorting lightly, Dave failed to notice the disheartening downcast look of his friend.
"Yeah… That's kind of what I'm apologizing for now." John gulped, swallowing back the tension. "I know this wasn't exactly how you wanted your Friday night to go down, watching shitty movies in your room…"
Dave inputted nothing, deciding to wait until the other confessed it all out.
"I know you had other plans and stuff… But you cancelled them cause you felt bad for me all by myself…" He was muttering under his breath at this point now, probably tired of how pathetic he sounded. "And well, I guess what I'm just trying to say is…"
John smiled brilliantly, staring right up into those vibrant red eyes. "Thanks for being here man. And sorry for keeping you here, you don't have to force yourself to do anything, I'm fine by myself really –"
His rambling was cut off as something pushed down on the top of his head, roughly ruffling his dark locks around. It was Dave, giving him the sign of brotherly reassurance. "You retard, who says I'm forcing myself to do anything? You know I never hack it out for anyone." Dave had the tolerance of a temple monk, but that didn't mean he allowed for just anything to pass.
The younger brightened up the tiniest bit. "I know that. But still, I want to make it up to you."
Before Dave could even pique his curiosity, John folded the DvD player and tucked it away, tugging on the other's wrist to follow him. "Come on," He ushered, sitting off the bed and motioning into the darkness.
This was starting to get interesting now as Dave complied and stood up to follow, remembering to grab his sunglasses on the way. "If you're taking me somewhere shady, I swear I'll scream."
John rolled his eyes, but you could only vaguely make out subtle gestures in this blackness. "I promise I'm not taking you anyplace weird. Let's just call it compensation and something better than re-watching crappy robot films."
"My lap dance?"
"And a blowjob if you're good."
Dave let out a more than intrigued grunt.
"Has anyone ever told you your choice of location for late night sexual endeavors is, in fact - poor in taste?" The sophomore commented, walking into the dormitory kitchen after his roommate.
"Really?" John feigned his disbelief. "And here I've been told I have very good taste, by the countless patrons I've brought here." He spoke with his back turned to the other and his head inside of a cupboard rummaging through several things.
The coolkid leaned against the counter, uninterestingly fiddling with the nearby kitchen appliances. "How scandalous of you, and exactly who have you been bringing here behind my back, Egbert? The cast of Iron Chef America?" In his self-important defense, he never watched that show.
As Dave was about to crack a few more food related sex jokes, he was sufficiently distracted when he spotted John pulling out a cardboard box out of one of the lower cupboards.
"What is that?" Dave bent down slightly to look over John's back and peer into the contents of the box.
The brunette grinned and chuckled brightly. "Hehe… Just some stuff my Dad sent with me in case I ever needed it." With both hands, he flipped the top cover up, "Namely ingredients."
"Ingredients?" Indeed, the boy was true to his word when the open lid revealed a large bag of all-purpose flour, baking soda, and other such common baking ingredients.
If John's dad was anything, it was prepared. "My dad made me take his specially prepared emergency kit." The boy glanced up at his friend with an anxious smile. "I didn't want it, so I thought I'd put it here for the time being, since it'll just take up space in our room."
The blonde reached down for a general skimming of the contents. "… A baking emergency? In case you're ever in the dire need to start your own patisserie business?" He mocked, examining the ridiculously huge cake pan.
"Aha… Pretty much," John lifted the heavy package off the floor and dropped it onto the counter beside the sink. "Whew, okay. Let's get started on this thing then!" He grinned at the mild disbelief on Dave's face.
"Wait, so this is the big surprise you dragged me here for?" The boy inquired, not really sounding too disappointed.
"Hehe, yup!" John chirped, unpacking only the stuff they'd need. "I'm not the greatest cook there is, but living with my dad, you're practically forced to pick up a few things."
This was no promising strip show, but with how genuine John sounded, how could anyone refuse?
"So what are we making?" He leaned closer, patting the other's shoulder.
The freshman clapped his hands together with the most candid smile Dave had ever seen. "The best homemade chocolate chunk cookies! It's one of the only things I know how to make anyways."
Dave couldn't help but let a smile slip past his shell. "Let's get to it. By the way, I'm blaming you if they turn out like crap."
"They will not turn out like crap! At least, I hope they won't if I remember dad's recipe correctly…"
"Oh boy."
"Hey, shut up! All we really have to do is mix the stuff in this bowl…"
"Shit, aren't you pouring a little too much sugar in there, Betty Crocker? I can't even see the eggs anymore."
"It's supposed to be that amount, and I kind of like it sweet anyways."
"I'm getting a raging toothache just by looking at this thing."
"Hehe, its fine… W-wait, what are you doing, Dave?"
"Putting in the baking soda."
"That's way too much! Have you never cooked before?"
"What do you think?"
"Agh! J-just give it to me! I'll handle this, you go preheat the oven or something."
"Well, excuse me mister master chef, but don't think you can just dismiss your incompetent assistant like that."
"Wahh! B-bluh, ptooey… ugh, not cool, Dave!"
"You got a little on your nose over there… heh."
"Oh yeah? Well, two can play at that game, hehe!"
"Let's just see you try pipsqu – wait, what are you doing with that spatula?"
His question was beautifully answered with a face full of white, powdery substance, also known as Betty Crocker brand flour. The sustenance of the she-devil herself.
John was in a fit of snickers and giggles at the sight. "Score one for the pranking master!" He roared triumphantly, pumping a fist into the air.
Dave coughed lightly as some powder went up his nose. Oh it's on.
He retaliated with a vengeful smirk, as John danced around the kitchen in a vain attempt to dodge whatever Dave was bombarding him with. Somehow, John is the only one who can break the famous Strider's cool and degrade him to having childish food fights in the middle of the night. Here he is, Mr. Dave Strider, acting like he's thirteen again while having the most fun he's ever had in college.
"You bring out the worst in me," said Dave, cleaning himself up with a paper towel.
The brunette gave him a cheeky grin as he loaded the tray into the oven, because somewhere in the midst of throwing ingredients around, cookies were made and formed on the metal platter. "You're welcome." Still smiling, he stood upright, dusting his powdery palms against themselves. "It's healthy to let some steam off like this once in a while, am I right?"
Dave just shrugged indifferently.
John decided to take that as a 'yes'. "Well! It's a better start off than going to some random party." He stepped right into his bro's personal space, pressing up against him insistently. "Admiiit it. You were enjoying yourself too."
The blonde raised a brow. "If this is your idea of a wild night out, I'm guessing I could probably pinpoint how modest your lap dance is gonna be."
John stepped back a bit to glare at him.
"But yeah," Dave half-turned away. "It wasn't so shabby, as far as Friday nights go."
This seemed to satisfy John greatly. "Hehe, that's what I thought. Never a dull moment – Oh! I almost forgot!" The boy snapped his fingers in sudden realization. "I promised Dad I'd send him pictures of when I first use the kit. Better get the camera!" He hurried excitedly out of the room while looking over his shoulder to say, "Watch the cookies!" Before exiting down the hall with the thump of light footsteps echoing behind him.
The corner of Dave's lip quirked down into a light frown.
"This might be backfiring a bit. Fuck, you're the one supposed to be falling for me, not the other way around." He muttered under his breath, frustration seething.
drunkopp: How was it? Better? Worse? Ah, doesn't matter anyways, I just write what I wanna bluh. Still haven't decided their city yet. Or majors. Bear with me, I have no idea what university life is like. Let's just bullshit our way through this guys.