Dave: End the dinner date
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Dave: End the dinner date
Psyched. It's already finished actually.
"What are you looking at?" Dave asked Sarah as he opened the door of his car. Viznea was looking up the sky as if there was something interesting. He took a quick look and saw a dark cloudy sky. Their 'dinner' was done and both had decided to get on their way home.
"The stars." She said in a hoarse voice as if in a trance. Dave raised an eyebrow and questioned her sanity. "They're. . . beautiful. You know the feeling like. . . you're connected with the galaxies, the other planets, the other extraterrestrial species that exists."
The blonde rolled his eyes, deciding that she's just probably pulling off another bullshit trick on him. "Viznea, stop kidding around." He snapped his slender pale fingers in front of her face, "It's as cloudy as your brain, besides, it's not good for a girl like you to want to see aliens."
She snapped and glared at him with pure distaste. "What?! It's obviously a clear sky, Strider, can't you see the stars. . . ?!" Her voice faltered after looking up the skies again, only to see dark clouds. "O-Oh. . Shit."
Dave clicked his tongue and said, "Weirdo. Just get in the car." Or I'll run you over.
"I heard that, you bastard." She retorted, also going inside.
As Dave drove back to their house, he couldn't help but wonder why Sarah's been a little bit too 'hostile'. In the past years, he only greeted her or talked to her if they ever crossed paths in the Highrise.
He looked at Sarah for a brief moment and realized that the girl was only silent because she was sleeping in her current sitting position. "Hey, Viznea, we're near. Wake up." Dave said, hoping to wake her up easily.
He decided to let her sleep for a little bit more, liking the peace and quiet he's getting from it. However, this caught him in a bit of a hitch after parking his car. "Wake up. Hey." Dave said, "Uuuuhhh. . . You're like a potato in the gravy boat of dreams, sleeping dead on the bowl." After a moment of contemplation and deep debate to himself, Dave decided to carry her. Bro wouldn't let him see the dawn is he let her suffocate in the car.
Heaving a deep sigh, Dave brought her up and closed the car door with his foot. The blonde was a little bit relieved that Viznea had decided to wear a dress that isn't so short, else, it'd be all weird and awkward again. Man, I better stop overthinking shit. Strider, keep your cool. You're the man, the man of the freezing coolness and irony.
Dave's reverie was stopped when he felt Sarah's shoulders shake. She was chuckling! That bitch. "Hehe. Strironic trying to carry me, bridal-style? Oh my, what a surprise-" He removed his arms from her with one swift movement. Sarah was suddenly pulled by the gravitational force of the earth and she exclaimed a very crispy 'OH SHIT!" and grunted in pain.
Dave fought the temptation of laughing at her misfortune. The sides of his lips twitched but only said, 'whoops' in a mocking tone.
Sarah took a full minute to rub her butt and stood up. She tried to punch him in the shoulder but Dave was faster. Instead of trying to kick him, this time, Sarah glared lasers and gave him the 'glorious middle finger' with a passionate "Fuck you, Strider! Fuck you with a twig!"
Dave shrugged and said, "I can't say the same, Viznea. Anyway, I'm going in now so if you want to reminisce the awesome time you had with me then do so." He strode calmly towards the elevator that goes up the ground floor and all the other floors in the Highrise.
Sarah also went in the elevator with her glare, not leaving her face. "Tell your brother that I'm thankful for his expenses-"
"Yeah yeah." It was all his plan anyway.
The girl rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Fucking bastard, my butt still stings."
Dave heard this and decided to humor himself, for ironic purpose though. "If you want me to kiss that, then just look through the depths of your brain and imagine."
She clicked her tongue, "As if I'd want you to."
"Every girl's dream, babe."
"Who'd want your filthy mouth in their asses? Disgusting, Strironic."
"The ladies, Viznea. The ladies." Dave said, the elevator doors opened and both walked out of it. He hated the fact that both their apartments are at the same fucking floor and that he just have to keep a safe distance from the lion to avoid any collision like this night.
"Why don't you just hang yourself on a tree or whatever?!"
He chuckled monotonously, "Why don't you just admit you like me?"
"OVER MY DEAD BODY." She said exaggeratedly, her eyes widened comically.
"Heh, your confession on third grade was one of the hints I got." He said, reminiscing a pretty bitter memory from their past. He shrugged it off because being melodramatic is not coolkid behavior. "Pretty boys got keen sight, 'ya know."
"Ha-" Sarah huffed out a breath and laughed maniacally, "HAHAHAH! You've got to be fucking kidding me. All this time!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her arms flailing mid-air. "All this time, Dave, I thought you're blind because of those crappy sunglasses!"
Instead of taking the insult, he spat if back at her, "Of course you wouldn't understand, you've got no swag." Yeah, good callback, my man! He thought to himself.
"What's a swag, Strironic? Enlighten me." She said in a hoarse voice, her right eyebrow reaching its peak. Viznea moved closer to Dave, who walked backwards from her as if she's a virus.
"You read fifty shades of something, don't you?" He asked bluntly.
With that, Sarah stopped her 'bitchy' demeanor and stared at him incredulously. "HELL NO." Hah, gotcha.
"Denying."
"What's with the love-hate I sense?" A deep voice from behind them spoke and both turned to the eldest Strider.
"BRO!"/"Mr. Strider!" Sarah and Dave exclaimed in unison.
"There is clearly no black rom going in here." The younger Strider said to his bro with disgust. "Give me a break."
Sarah didn't know what Dave meant by that but nodded to the older Strider, "Thank you for the dinner, though you didn't came with us. I gotta go!" She said then immediately dashed to her apartment, blushing red.
Bro raised an eyebrow to his little brother, "She seems fucking flustered." He proudly said slinging an arm to Dave's shoulder.
Dave shrugged it away and replied, "You wouldn't wanna know."
"Ohohoho~ Feeling secretive, Dave?" His brother teased as Dave walked towards their apartment. Seriously, why does he need to burden myself with his 'romance fantasies' of me and Viznea hooking up. He thought glumly to himself. "Don't worry, 'lil Cal and I won't tell anyone." He said, putting the damned puppet in Dave's shoulder in a split-second.
"OH FUCK," He freaked out and threw the puppet, "GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!" Bro caught it mid-air and moved 'Lil Cal as if he's a real live talking puppet.
"But Dave, I miss you!" The older Strider said in a high-pitched annoying voice.
"Well I don't." Dave said, opening the apartment door.
"Daaave." He continued.
"Go away, Bro." He said this, but Dave was pretty sure that his bro wouldn't leave him be and would keep nagging at what he did with Viznea that night.
"So. Did you get a hug? A kiss? Another scheduled date?" Yeah. The nagging about his 'past crush'. Again. Dave felt really bad for his past self for being a terrible judge in character. "Or are you a little weak on the sex appeal field?"
"Bro-" He tried to stop him but his brother turns like Karkat once he felt like it.
"Oh, 'lil Cal," Bro whined and looked at the puppet as if it were real. "Dave's not as handsome as we thought he is. What a disappointment."
This statement infuriated and shocked Dave. A lot. "What the fu-"
"Ah, I thought Dave's gonna be the same as me once he hits puberty. . . But nooo."
"Uuhhhh. . ." Only bro, Dave thought inwardly, only bro could seriously break my facade. That fucking asshole.
[S] Be the girl
"URGGHHH.. Fucking Strider. That insufferable prick better not talk to me tomorrow." Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs, remembering the moment where he dropped her on the floor. She had settled a bit more after the 'dinner' and was sitting on the loveseat, her laptop on top of her tummy. The girl had been using Mars, her awesome and fast browser that her father had installed before going to Washington, to upload some more of her art. Her blog was pretty much full of comics and tutorials, all thanks to TG's constant support.
After a few minutes of fucking up some posts and doing some with inane shit in the internet, she decided to open Pesterchum to check up on some of her chums, but she just mainly wanted to talk to TG again. "He's finally online." She mumbled to herself, a smile creeping up on her face.
-sweetVanillas [SV] started pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 20:56-
SV: hey
SV: heeeeey
SV: pssssst
TG: yo whats up
SV: the stars?
TG: should I laugh at your big galaxy of fuck called sarcasm
TG: or just ignore you as if you are a ghost from the haunted house down the road
TG: so you wont feel flushing embarrassed yourself
TG: if I hypothetically say lets ignore that
TG: im pretty sure that youd be more than happy about my decision
She grunted in annoyance and amusement at the same time. TG might actually be back with some of his silly metaphors and shitty rap. Most of the time, she doesn't mind. But sometimes, she just decides to randomly throw in a bunch of cuss words for hilarity.
SV: fuck you
TG: so your mom done with her beastly and witchy mode?
SV: nah..it wasn't my mom..
SV: a neighbor asked me for a hang-out
SV: it bored me to death tho
TG: hahaha I knew you like me
SV: yeah sure..whatever you say
TG: don't worry its cool
TG: i really don't mind
TG: between you and me ive got a lot of fangirls around the place
TG: but girl lets just cut to the motherfucking chase
TG: im a strider and there ain't none finer
TG: got this cool rhyme and it's keeping in time
SV: fuck no..TG stop
TG: in the words of myself; it is truly sublime
TG: you know i got the finesse always dressed to impress
TG: now tell me are you loving me because im cool
TG: or because I rule the school
TG: hahaha tell me how sick my rhymes are
SV: agreed…
SV: they do make me sick
SV: whoops… brb someone's pestering me
TG: sure just come back when you need some more rhymes
TG: from the awesome and most cool person on the net
SV: i'll take you up on that.
-sweetVanillas [SV] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 21:06-
Sarah closed hers and TG's pesterlog and checked up on that dude who's been trying to get her attention. The guy's username was 'carcinoGeneticist', which didn't made any sense in her brain – a rare occurrence actually. Unknown to her, talking to this guy would totally flip out the normality in her life as the intergalactic web of shit is starting.