You wake up with your face in the pillow and ass in the air. The sheets are tangled around your ankles and the shirt you sleep in had slipped down to your upper back. Your arms are lying between your spread legs, hands curled into fists slightly. A small groan leaves your as you carefully sit up, groaning because the position made your shoulders hurt. Your reach a hand out to slip in your glasses as your try to think about what you dreamt.
Can't remember. That's odd. You shrug and crawl out of bed, rubbing your left shoulder.
You grab your phone and text Jake, Jade, Rose, Vriska, and Kanaya.
[You:] Don't forget about movie night tonight.
You're already out of your messages and setting your phone down when it starts to vibrate in your hand. You look at it and see it's Rose. There's a small moment of debating of whether to look at it or to just put it down. In the end you unlock your phone and go to her text.
[Rose:] Do not forget to invite Dave as well, John.
[You:] Oh. I didn't even think about it.
[Rose:] That's rather rude, John. He is your soulmate and all.
[John:] I get it. I'll invite him.
You get nothing after you send that and toss your phone onto your bed. Texting him could wait. It wasn't like it was happening in a few minutes. More so around ten at night or something. Question is. Who's house is this happening at? Yours is a little small for... You hold up your hands and start listing off names of people.
"Rose, Kanaya, Jake, Jade, Dave, Vriska who doesn't come so..." You chew on your lip and sigh. "Well I should probably get Dorito glasses to come since Jake might be lonely or something. So there would be six, seven counting me."
You don't have a basement. And your couch fits three people and there are two chairs. That's not enough for seven so.
[You:] Rose can we do this at your house? Mine doesn't have enough seats for seven people and I also don't have a basement so that doesn't help with the lack of room.
[Rose:] Of course. That also means you need to bring movies. Do you need the address?
[You:] Yeah. I'll be over at the time it usually starts.
You don't wait for a response and toss your phone onto the bed. A small sigh leaves you as you run a hand through your messy hair. The alarm clock says it's 6:45 A.M. With the decision that you indeed are going to get dressed, you go to your closet and pull out a pair of pants you haven't worn in a while. They hang a little low on your hips and make you seem slightly smaller than you already are. The bottom of the pants pool at your ankles and you remember how one time you made the joke that you'd wear these on the day you lose your virginity because in one tug they'd be at your ankles. You switch from your night shirt and into a hoodie. Your earbuds are already in and you're blaring instrumental music by the time you've slipped into your shoes and then you're leaving. The morning breeze is biting at your cheeks and nose, not that you mind. Rose said you needed to text Dave. You were going to but, you didn't know if you wanted to talk this early in the morning.
But if I don't do it now I might forget. There's also the possibility that I'd be waking him up. He could already be awake though. You think as you pull out your phone.
You had been looking down, unlocking your phone when something slams into your stomach. A strangled sound leaves you, having caught in your throat as you let go of your phone. The earbuds wrench themselves from where they were and everything starts ring. Your slim hands grip at something, curling it into your fists as your back arches and your mind tells you to throw up. You can't because there's nothing there. Your head smacks into the concrete and you let out an odd gasping sound as you tried to suck in air. And now you're pushing at the object because you want to curl up and hold your head. There's something warm on your face and your stomach is clenching and trying to push something out. As the wright leaves you, you curl in in yourself while gripping your head.
"John! John, shit, are you okay? What am I even saying of course you're not okay. Right, um, you hit your head, and I headbutted you, and SHIT is your head okay? Let me see goddamnit. John you can't just come up out of nowhere and ok good you're head's not bleeding okay thats good um-"
You cut the other off, who you've realized is Dave, with a quiet yet loud enough to hear sentence. "Dave, I'm fine."
You don't move though and stay curled up. You know for a fact you're going to have a bruise on your stomach and one on the back of your head. There are going to be some where your back hit first. Should you move? You don't want to. It might make Dave stop rambling though. With slow movements, you uncurl from yourself and shift to sit up carefully.
"You sure you're alright dude? I did headbutt you and you did hit your head on the concrete…"
You look up at him slowly and shake your head no. You don't say anything but you don't feel okay. You watch him but don't protest to the other moving closer.
"I'm going to check you for injuries, okay? Just tell me if something hurts."
"Dave. I was head butted in the stomach and I hit my head. They hurt. That's..." You slip your glasses off. "Yeah...okay."
You cringe and shift your shoulder away from his touch as he pokes it.
"So that hurts, huh? Well, your heads not bleeding, so thats good. Do you mind if I lift up your shirt to check for bruises? Don't wanna do anything out of your comfort zone, man."
You take your glasses off and set them down before you grab the end of your hoodie and lift it to show the bruise that has started to form around your belly button.
"Well thats gotta hurt. Sorry 'bout that dude. Okay. Anything else that hurts?"
You shift before letting the hoodie drop and turn around. You lift your hoodie up again to show the fastly forming bruises along your spine from where it curved as you arched. You cringe slightly as he touches your bruises before you're helped up.
"Okay. Well. Let's get you over to my house, okay? You need some ice on those bruises, and Rose could probably help with whatever else you need. Do you need any help getting there or- Actually, you know what? Here." Dave says as he squats down.
You get on and press your face into his shoulder because you want to sleep but you're sure that's not a good idea.
"Egbert you gotta lay off the cake dude!" You try to lighten the situation as you head back toward the house.
"I don't like cake, Dave. My dad makes me eat healthy though I sneak in chips sometimes..."
"Dude everyone eats chips. The only vegetables I get are the ones Roxy makes me eat. Even then I still sneak them into my napkin. Don't tell her that though."
"Am I heavy?"
"I was joking dude. Calm your tits. Anyway, I can carry you just fine, so you can't be too heavy."
You don't say anything and lift your shoulders in a weak shrug.
You slide off his back when he stops moving.
"Honey, I'm home!" He says as he burst in the door, You trail behind him. You see Rose raise her eyebrows at Dave from the couch, and quickly place her bookmark in her book when she sees you.
"Oh, John, hello! I wasn't expecting you until later. Is everything alright?"
You shrug and carefully lift your hoodie up so that she can see the bruise that have started forming on your stomach.
"Oh my. I'll go get the ice, then. May I ask what happened?" She says as she walks to the kitchen. Dave leads you to the couch and makes you sit down.
"I, um, kinda headbutted him. And he fell backwards and he hit his head. And also his left shoulder hurts for some reason." Dave rubs the back of his neck and looks down.
"Well, we have three ice packs. Anything else I need to know about?" Rose returns and hands you the ice packs which you press lightly into your stomach.
"His back is bruised too. I think that's it, though."
"I'll fetch another ice pack. in the meantime, why don't you to play some video games or something. Nothing that can hurt him more." She says as she walks away. Dave looks over at you and you shift.
"What do you want to play?"
"Russian roulette. Except I won't pass you the gun. I'll just pull the trigger until it's the last thing I hear."
You pull your hood up and whine slightly. "Dave you fucking broke me."
"Dude are you sure you're okay? And I'm not talking about the bruises and the pains on your body. I mean inside. Does that makes sense?"
"I don't know. Am I supposed to be tired? All I want to do Is sleep for a thousand years."
"That sounds like you have a concussion."
"What sounds like a concussion?" Dave turns around at the sound of Rose's voice.
"John here wants to sleep for a thousands years. Isn't that a sign of a concussion? Or am I wrong. I could be wrong."
"He hit his head hard on the concrete, correct? It's very possible he could have a concussion. The only way to know for sure would be to take him to a doctor or hospital" Rose looks at you.
"Guys I don't have a concussion. I'm just tired. If I fall asleep wake me up. It's that simple. You act like I'm about to die." He pushes his hood off and pokes you in the neck. "I've dealt with this stuff before. I'm not confused. I don't have memory problems. I'm not dizzy. I don't feel sluggish and my reactions to stimulations aren't delayed. I don't have double or blurred vision. All I am is tired. If I fall asleep wake me up so you know I'm not in a fucking coma."
Dave and Rose look at each other before Rose leaves the room.
"Alright dude. Do you want to play some Smash Bros or something? We've got Mario Kart too. What do you want to play? Or do you want to watch a movie or something?" Dave says as he looked over the contents of the entertainment system.
"Oh! Dave! Me and Rose and Kanaya and Jade and Jake are having a movie night and we want you to join. We also want Dirk to join so..." you offer him a small smile. "Also it's happening here so..."
"Wait, it's happening here? No one told me that... "
"Well I was trying to tell you and you ran into me so you get told now."
"Oh. Sorry about that, again. Yeah. Sorry."
"Dave I'm going to make you shut up one way or another now stop saying sorry I already know it was an accident."
"Well yeah but I still headbutted you! So I'm sorry about that."
"David I swear to god I will kick you in the jaw if you say sorry again."
"David? Where did that come from?"
You remove the ice from your stomach and pops your knuckles before throwing it at him.
"It came from my fucking mouth, David." Dave dodges the ice packs and disappears from your line of sight. And then he's in your lap.
"Yo."
You squeak and end up pushing him off. Your face is a deep Crimson.
"What the fuck, Strider?!"
"What? Never seen someone flash step before? Or have you never had someone land in your lap?" He smirks at you.
"Neither. You just don't sit randomly in someone's lap. That's... that's like only something you do with someone you're dating or something. And the only time I sat in someone's lap is because it was a damn dare but you. You just." You pull your hood up to hide your ever growing blush.
"Oh yeah? Well I dare you to put your hood down, then."
You pull it further over your face before sighing and roughly pushing it off, giving him a weak glare.
"Your turn, man." He smirks at you.
"Truth or dare?" You ask.
"Dare."
"I dare you to take your shades off and keep them off." He glares at you and slowly removes them.
"Truth or dare, Egbert? Choose wisely."
"Dare."
"I dare you to sit on my lap." His smirk widened into a shit-eating grin.
"Fine. Get your ass on the couch." He stood up and sat on the couch.
You paused before setting your knees on either side of his legs and straddling him You shift backwards slightly so that your chests weren't touching and spread you legs slightly further.
"There. Truth or dare?"
"Dare. Bring it on Egbert. Bring. It. On."
"I dare you to put your hands on my waist." You shrug slightly as you spoke. He quickly moved his hands to your waist.
"Truth or dare?" Dave ask.
"Dare."
"Put your arms around my neck."
You moved your arms and placed them around Dave's neck while talking.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course."
"I dare you to kiss me." You shifted slightly and tilted you head before smirking at him.
"Unless you're too chicken to do it."
"You did NOT just challenge a Strider to gay chicken." Dave smirks.
"I think I just did. And I'm not taking it back."
"Your call, dude." Dave said before tilting his head as well.
"My call?"
"Yes your call. You're going to regret it, too. No Strider has EVER backed down from a game of gay chicken."
"Gay chicken?"
"Yes, gay chicken. Don't tell me you've never heard of gay chicken. I mean, if you haven't, I guess I'll just have to show you."
"I guess you'll just have to show me." He smirked.
Dave leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a brief second. You flinch before following him as he leans back. He shifted his hands slightly so that his thumbs are touching the skin beneath your hoodie. You hands are in Dave's hair and your pulling him closer. You shift in his lap and somehow ends up closer than before. Your chest is pressed to his. Dave shifts his hands and moves them up your back, avoiding the bruises that reside there. You move your hands so that one is resting at the base of his head and grips the hair there gently. Your other hand rests on his cheek, thumb resting along the cheekbone.
"I have walked in at the wrong moment. I am sorry. I will leave now." Dave jumps at the sound of Rose's voice and reflexively pushes you off.
"Fuck, Rose, little warning next time?" Dave helps you off the floor.
"It's not my fault you to were making out on the couch in a house where three other people live."
"GO AWAY ROSE!" Dave yells at her. You laugh a little at the two.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hope that wait was worth it. Thank you for reading. This is a collaborative story with my friend who is writing Dave's POV. These go hand in hand so make sure to check it out atu/6826832/anniewhovian or just search anniewhovian.
Bye - CGW
BTW: Updates will be a lot less frequent because we start school very soon. Don't worry, we're not going to abandon the story at all. We just won't be able to focus slowly on the story.