Dave's POV
Jake's absence leaves you hysterical because you know it means he has in fact been ensnared by your eldest brother in an intense bout of D&D. His absence also leaves you sitting alone in a living room gorging on chips while watching a screensaver because you honestly think watching bubbles bouncing around is more entertaining than the actual movie was.
You abruptly stand up off the couch dropping the Dorito bag to the ground as you realize no one's currently in a position to stop your actions. This never happens, everyone knows how much of a fucking hazard your existence is, you're free! You run into Dirk's room and start rustling through all the introverts shit, you don't really find much interesting other than a sketch book... his art is better than yours... no you're not low enough to destroy it. If he's better that's just the way it is and you can accept that... lets see who's better at hiding their computer files.
You sit on his bed and turn on his laptop, trying a few passwords. Seriously? Twilight... you hope it's like the pony for once, you really do. This is an angsty vampire teen zero tolerance zone. You scroll through some chats with Roxy but nothings really gold quality, maybe bronze at best until you stumble across a certain folder.
It's titled Mlp Episodes... but that's a lie, it's a bunch of word documents of various names you don't completely understand but can tell they're witty. You open one up and close it, then immediately run to grab a flash drive from off his shelf and move all the files into it, this is some delicious blackmail material... it's also good material in general to have around for reasons.
Once you stuff the drive in your pocket you consider reading some more of them on your laptop until your thoughts are scared as shit and take a nice dive off the deep end. You head out into the hallway to see what the hell got slammed and put your ear to the basement door. Oh thank god Bro's just freaking out about meta shit, this could either mean they're still pretty early in their roleplay or that it's going to end soon in the most horrific way. You decide to hurry up and get back to rooting through his files, despite his blatant secrecy he doesn't appear to harbor anything that fucked up. A normal person would be glad but you're just disappointed.
You open a game called Project Diva and for a moment you thought you stumbled onto some monumental secret that Dirk wasn't actually gay or something but you don't think the main stay of this game for him was the short skirts but more it's whole anime vibe... and the music hot damn. Nothing head bop worthy but damn if these aren't your jams. The only downside is that it's mostly in Japanese and that you must retreat to the easier beginner levels. Medium difficulty is harder than one would think in this game, nonetheless you still enjoy the hell out of the it. The song World is Mine has reassured you that you are in every sense the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what anyone else says. Eventually you get tired of making Hatsun a' Me Coo dance around in silly unrealistic outfits and close the game. You'll have to try to download this on your own sometime, hopefully you wont have to ask Dirk to get it for you.
At a loss for any other ideas you delve into his massive anime collection with the time you have left. You pull up some weird show called Black Butler, which turns out to be some fancy shit with an emasculate British kid and his way too suggestive butler, however he's just as bratty as you... you like it. You, leave to get some cinnamon buns while they're still available.
They're always on the highest shelf, which your brothers surely know you can't reach with ease. So to avoid embarrassment you don't climb up there when they're around, which is whenever you don't want them around.
You snatch up some AJ, get back to his bed and continue watching the show while you mercilessly devour cinnamon bun after cinnamon bun. About five minutes into the episode after your first you hear a some shouting, picking up only your name amongst the noise. Listening close to the door again you figure out they're done, but you're not done the cinnabuns. Damnit. You scamper back to the laptop, shut it down, grip the bun bag, and dash into the hallway closet.
Once inside you sit down and continue eating. When you start on the last cinnamon bun you hear David and Jake in the hallway, you stand up getting ready to pop out like surprise and give them a heart attack. However you reach a snag when your foot actually snags onto some loose jackets in the tiny space and you go face first into the door. Effectively knocking your glasses somewhere and alerting them to your presence. You crouch down making yourself as small as you can as an immediate reaction to the situation and hastily pack as much cinnamon-y goodness into you as you can. Alvin and his brothers aint got shit on you when it comes to eating everything and spilling crumbs everywhere.
LINE BREAK
The door opens letting in light, which you're not too fond of at the moment and your exposed eyes strain to make out David's muscular figure in the doorway. His strident voice pipes up and he's quick to question the scene before him, "What were you doin'?"
"I was eating all the cinnabuns since you guys always hog them all." Dave respond with utmost sincerity, it's not a lie.
"... That's it?" He says it calmly but you know he's double checking, still doubtful.
"Yup." You respond with utmost insincerity, that's a lie.
"Oh... huh. Okay um... good then. Y're entitled to cinn'm'n buns whene'er you like, sorry if we've been hoggin' 'em," Bro responds, he says that but you bet the next batch'll still go on the top shelf.
Once he turns his back to you and walks down the hall you see him lean up to Jake, probably warning him, meanwhile you wipe the cinnamon mush from your face. Afterwards Jake seems to pay a bit more mind to your actions than before, completely failing at any and all attempts to hide it. He joins you on the couch as you munch on your favorite zesty triangles. You allow him the right to continue his movie, you're not always a complete monster, you're still capable of feeling pity in some rare circumstances.
Jeez this movie is dumb, you hate it most when it goes to the douchebag hipster in sunglasses. Who the hell is he impressing with his apple gear and dumb obsession with irony.
You'd never admit it to anyone but your favorite character is the raven haired kid with the peanut allergy, he's into anime and stuff like you are but more confident about it and everyone supports him in that.
If he were real you might even idolize him just the tiniest bit, even if he is a dork.
