CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Your name is Jade Harley and you are so nervous.
You and Dave were walking up to his front door. The front door to his house! Well, the house he grew up in. The house that his family lived in.
Oh my god, you were meeting Dave's family.
What if they hate you? You bit your lip as Dave reached to open the door. John said that meeting the 'significant other's' parents was a big step in the relationship. Well... were you meeting his parents? He only really mentioned brothers...
"M'lady." Dave did a little curtsy as he held open the door for you. You giggle nervously and lightly punched his shoulder. What a dork.
You stepped inside, hauling your suitcase behind you. You heard Dave follow you through as you gazed around. It was a really nice place. Brightly lit and wooden floors. You couldn't see much at first, there was a kind of staircase leading upwards in front of you with a balcony above you to your right, to the left there was an archway into another room.
"Just set your stuff here, we can get it later. You can leave your shoes on for now too, if you want. Not really much snow down here." Dave began to speak behind you, tossing his bag against the wall and going down the hall to the archway.
"Oh.. Okay." You set your suitcase down next to his and followed Dave hesitantly through the house.
The room opened up into what looked like a living room. The floor was carpeted in a nice, beige-white color. Squat black leather chairs were sat in the room and a large TV was placed against the wall. You noticed there was a weird bar thing above the sofa, a rectangular hole in the wall that showed the dining room behind. A simple chandelier hung on the ceiling above the long, wooden table.
It definitely looked like people lived here, though not necessarily messy, there were various trinkets and dvds lying around. And... stuffing? Maybe they make plushies or something.
In the center of the living room sat a big coffee table littered with mugs and papers. On the walls there were an array of swords on display.
"Fuck." You heard Dave say under his breath. "Sorry bout the mess. My brothers really don't give a shit about manners, do they?"
"It's fine, Dave." You smiled at him. "It's really cool!"
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah! I love it." You slipped your hand into his and smiled warmly at him. "Thanks for bringing me, Davey."
"No problem. It's not much, I'm glad you like it..." He looked away. Well, you assume he did because his head moved. You can't really see his eyes behind those silly shades he always wears... It's a shame. He has such nice eyes.
"Baby brother!" A voice called suddenly from the room. You hadn't even noticed the guy sitting in a pile of quilts on the couch! He was slipping off headphones and standing up. Dave pulled his hand away.
The resemblance between them was uncanny. Aside from the spiky blonde hair and... very odd pointed glasses, they looked very similar. Though, now that you were looking closer, Dave's features were a bit softer than this strangers. And his lips were pinker, too. You almost blushed when you realised how well you knew Dave's face now.
"Howdy, David. How's the drive?" The man greeted.
"Fine." Dave responded tersely. He seems tense, almost nervous.
"Ooh!" He turned his head towards you. "Is this the lucky girl?"
Dave sighed in exasperation. "This is Jade. Jade, this is Dirk, my idiot brother."
"Nice to meet you! Thank you for having me." You said quickly, sticking out a hand to him.
"Shit. Yeah, course." He said, shaking your hand once. He looked at you for a moment. "She is a cutie."
"Dirk!" Dave hissed at him, giving him a shove to which he grinned. You smiled awkwardly. Did that mean Dave had called you cute?
"I kid, I kid." Dirk laughed. "You can stay upstairs. Your old room."
"I figured." Dave sighed. "Where's Bro?"
Bro? Another one? This term sounded oddly like a name, however.
"He's in his studio working." Dirk said, plopping back into his blanket nest. "Jake is at the store, by the way. He's pickin' up some grub."
"He practically lives here now..." Dave muttered, turning away. "Well, I guess we can get our goods up into the temporary residence."
"Hey!" Dirk called as you started leaving the room. He gave you both the 'I got my eye on you' hand motion and said. "No funny business while you're here, got it kids? Bro's orders."
Dave just scoffed and led you back out to the front door.
"Funny business?" You questioned aloud as Dave picked up his bag.
"Just ignore him." Dave went to grab your suitcase, as well.
"I got it!" You reached forward but Dave shook his head.
"What kind of gentleman would let a lady lug her luggage up these nasty stairs?" Dave 'tutted' and you pouted at him.
"I'm not some weak little girl." You frowned at him.
"Don't I know it. I remember you beating the shit outta that guy in the alley. It was awesome."
You laughed. "Why, thank you!"
"May I?" He said, grabbing the handle to your bag. You sighed dramatically and smiled.
"Fine. I suppose so."
Then you both headed up the steps. At the top there was an intersection. To the left, there was a hallway with a bunch of doors, to the right there was another large carpeted room that looked down over the stairs they had just ascended. This room was, oddly enough, fairly empty. Except for more stuffing, fabrics, and swords. What did these guys do for a living?
"Down this way." Dave said, turning left down the hallway. At the end, he opened a white door with some old looking poster on it. "This is my old room. Don't judge child me too hard."
Inside there were posters all over the walls, and cords literally everywhere. He looked like he was a gamer kid while growing up, and he even had some instruments tucked away in the corner. Alongside one wall there was even a dusty DJ stand. Along another wall was a squashy looking bed with red blankets thrown loosely over it. There was a large bookcase near the window filled with a variety of music cds, games, and movies.
"Quite the collection you've got." You commented, looking around. Dave huffed in response, tossing his bag onto the bed.
"Excuse the mess. Gosh, I haven't been back here in ages... I usually don't stay in this room." Dave muttered half to himself, also observing the room, but in a slower more tender manner.
"How come?"
"I dunno. Nostalgia I guess." He shrugged. "Well, uh. Do you want a tour of the place or something?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
You smiled and nodded, putting your suitcase onto the floor. "Sure thing! I'd love to creep around your house."
"Heh. Alrighty." Dave led the way back out of the room. His room.
You were just standing in Dave's room! You felt practically squealy.
You didn't go into his brothers rooms, but all throughout the house there seemed to be memories and projects and hobbies. There were instruments, sewing machines, filming equipment, weaponry, and all kinds of art supplies everywhere you looked.
"Jade?"
"Huh?" You snapped back into focus, looking over at Dave.
"I said that we're gonna have Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow night, when Rose gets here."
"Oh, yeah okay." You mumble awkwardly, looking down at your feet. "This is a nice place you've got here, Dave."
"Eh." He shrugged. "C'mon, we can eat some shit in my room." He said, leading you downstairs and into the living room. On the couch still sat Dirk, who looked up as you passed. But now there was someone else on the couch with him.
"Hey bro."
Dave just groaned in response and walked into the kitchen, opening some cupboards. You stayed standing in the archway, at the edge of the carpeted area. The couch was right next to you, and the two boys were gazing at you now. The new arrival had tousled black hair, and sun-kissed skin like your own. His green eyes were staring curiously at you from behind his glasses.
"So this is the lass?" He said in a funny, chipper voice. You weren't sure who he was asking.
"Uh, I'm Jade. Nice to meet you." You said uncertaintly.
He laughed, flashing a goofy grin. "Howdy, Jade! I'm Jake English, nice to meet ya." He leaned over Dirk and extended a hand to you, which you shook quickly. "You're Dave's girl, right?"
"Leave her alone." Dave sighed from the kitchen. 'Dave's girl'. You smiled at this and giggled, nodding at the boys before Dave could come back out. "What're you shits grinning about?" He directed a scowl at Dirk and Jake.
"Nothing." They both said, trying not to sound too amused.
"Let's go, Jade." Dave said, walking out of the room. You sent a small wave behind you and followed Dave back up to his room.
"Sooo." You rocked onto the heels of your feet, cooing at Dave. He turned he head towards you as he sat down the snacks he had brought up. He 'hmmm'ed at you in response. "There's only one bed... and it's getting late already by the looks of it." You said, looking outside as if to exemplify what you were saying.
"That's cause the days are getting shorter, dear." He replied, pausing for a moment. "Shit, you're right. There is only one bed in here."
"Whatever." You shrugged with a smirk. "It's big enough for the both of us." You threw yourself onto the bed and rolled over to face Dave, resting your chin on your hands.
Dave's mouth was open but nothing came out except. "Uh.." He adjusted his shades and put on a straight face.
"What?" Your playful demeanor faded. "I can sleep on the floor if you really want..."
"N-no! That's not...I mean. It's fine." He let out a small cough and put his hands into his pockets, seemingly looking away from you. He cursed under his breath. You laughed lightly. "What?" He said.
"C'mere, silly boy." You giggled, pulling yourself up into a sitting position on his squishy, soft mattress. The mess of thick blanket made it all the more comfortable. Dave was silent as he walked over, kind of awkwardly almost. You patted the space next to you and he sat.
"Hmmmm." You hummed thoughtfully, running a hand over Dave's shoulder. "How to pass the time?"
Dave let out a sharp exhale. You giggled softly, putting your arm around his shoulders and lightly fingering the zipper of his jacket with your other hand. You leaned in close to him, breathing across the freckled flesh of his cheek. "May I?" You said gently, reaching up to his face. He nodded.
He turned to sit facing you on the bed, both of you now looking each other in the face. You reached up to slowly slide his shades away from his face. A light pink color welled up in his cheeks as his scarlet eyes were exposed. He was looking away from you.
You touched his chin, moving his face slightly to look at you. His captivating irises caught yours and his lips parted slightly. "U..Uh.."
"You're so pretty, Dave." You said softly, running your fingers through his soft, pale hair. He huffed at this.
"The guy isn't the one who's supposed to be pretty..." He mumbled, eyes darting away again.
"Don't be shy." You whispered with a smile.
"I'm not!" He said quickly. You leaned towards him, hands on the back of his neck. "I just... I'm just-"
You pressed your lips to his, ceasing his mindless muttering. His shoulders tensed for a second, unsure of how to react. You moved away slightly, your skin only barely brushing. You traced your fingers over where his collarbone was beneath his shirt. Then you felt him put a hand on your back.
"Are you sure?"
"Of what?" You murmured against his jawbone.
"Well, shit. We're gonna make out now, right?" He choked out.
A fluttering feeling in your ribcage grew. Make out.. he wanted to make out with you! "Hell yeah." You gigged and leaned back to look at him, a smile on your face. His red eyes traced over your features, and a timid smile spread over his. And then he pulled you in.
Your legs wrapped around his hips, practically sitting in his lap he began to mold his pink lips against yours. His hands were rougher, but not rough. He was pressing against your back, holding you against him. The fluttery feeling spread throughout your body and you closed your eyes, letting the feeling of Dave's skin wash over you. Your senses were flooded with him. His firm touch, the smell of his freshly shampooed hair, the way he was gasping for breath whenever he broke away. He was wonderful.
"Jade..." He breathed. "You're so... Shit, you're great."
"You're the one doing most of the kissing." You smiled back at him, leaning your forehead against his.
His jaw moved downwards, rubbing sensually against yours. He was trailing his lips down your jawline. You leaned against him, tracing a finger across his spine. His head was lowered now, and you ran your fingers through his hair. "Dave?"
He didn't respond, and then he started... pressing gentle kisses against the soft skin of your throat. "D-Dave?" He'd never done this before. You didn't even know this was a thing. Was this something that people did while 'making out'? It felt strange...and hot. His breath tickled across your skin as he pressed deeper into the kisses. Your hands clenched in his hair and he started to... Oh my god, was he nibbling? "Dave what...?"
He paused, breathing heavily against your neck. "Shit... sorry. I got carried away." He mumbled. "I-I'll be back." He said quickly, untangling himself from you and hurriedly exiting the room. You felt suddenly cold. Your body was shaking and your breathing uneven. You let out a sigh.
Dating is weird.
Heyo! Sorry for the delay, I know I said I'd update on Thanksgiving... but I didn't take into consideration that it was a HOLIDAY and I was busy all weekend with no internet.. Soooo then I hardcore lost motivation. And how did I overcome that? I bullshitted a make out scene ;) I hope it was alright, tell me if it was? Any suggestions to make future ones better? I'm personally very inexperienced in this stuff, I haven't even kissed before soooo. Yeah. Leave a review, and thanks for reading!