"We all need attention," Dave went on.
"I guess that is true," you said.
"Yeah," Dave responded.
It was blissfully silent for a few minutes. Something was missing.
"Weren't we going to have tea, Dave?" you asked as you turned on your back somehow, even though you are tightly rolled up in a blanket.
"I actually want hot chocolate," Dave said as you looked down at you as you childishly rolled around on the floor a few inches back and forth. "Hot chocolate is my forte of the day."
"You should get up."
"And?"
"…and you should make us some hot chocolate, Dave," you said. "Silly…"
"Screw that, because I am not getting up," Dave said in a defiantly, yet teasing way.
He buried his face into one of the many pillows in front of him. You stop rolling around.
"I am too comfy," Dave finished saying.
"Fine, I'll get us hot chocolate, Dave," you said.
"Okay, John," Dave said as he smiled slightly in his cool Dave Strider-like fashion.
"I don't want you to feel as if you have to do all of the work around here, okay?" you said.
"All right," Dave responded as he folded his arms casually and tucked them under his chin.
You get up and pour tap water from water bottles into two mugs and put them inside Dave's microwave. At least you are acquainted with where Dave keeps all of his things by now in the dorm room.
"You are going to get back up later for the party, right?" you asked as you pushed the button on the microwave to heat the water for a minute.
"Of course I would," Dave said. "Parties are the fucking bomb. We should wear ugly sweaters together!"
"You actually have some?" you asked.
"I have just about anything that you would want in this room," Dave replied.
Okay, maybe you didn't know about all of the things that Dave keeps in here.
"I'll get them out of my tote later," Dave said. "Besides, why do we need sweaters now when me have blankets. Fleece blankets…"
How cute…
"Do you want marshmallows, Dave?" you asked as you pulled hot chocolate packets out of the drawer.
"Does it look like I have marshmallows?" Dave asked in return. "I don't have any, I'm broke."
The microwave beeped, signaling that it was done doing its thing.
"Aw, that's sad," you said as you took the mugs out and poured chocolate powder into each one.
"Yeah," Dave said. "I need to start looking for a job."
"Where do you think you are going to work, on campus?" you asked.
You begin to stir the chocolate powder in with a stir-stick.
"Yah," Dave said. "I need to start applying."
"Right," you began to say.
"I do have a car and I could work off campus," Dave began. "It is just that I don't have a lot of money and can't afford much gas so I won't be going very far. If I do drive, it is usually to go visit my bro. He pays for some of my stuff, but he can't afford much, either at the moment. I made some money when I worked at the movie rental place back at home, but I had to pay my tuition and books and stuff this year and just…gah…everything is so pricy!"
"I understand," you said. "Hey, we should apply for scholarships together!"
"Ha," Dave laughed. "I'll bet you there aren't any through the school here for human students."
"Maybe there is," you began. "After all, we are the only two human students, here. We have some special qualifications."
You crawl back into the fort with the mugs, being careful as to not spill their contents.
"Thanks," Dave said coolly.
"Did you hear about the whole Kanaya and Gamzee thing?" you asked.
"Not yet, today," Dave said. "Except for that little part that I heard when I walked in Karkat's room earlier today. I did witness a lot of their "mishaps" back in high school."
"Was it funny?" you asked as you buried yourself back under the blankets.
"Oh, ya," Dave began. "Watching Kanaya kick Gamzee in the junk never gets old."
You laugh.
"I heard that she is going to be at the party tonight," you began.
"Kanaya?" Dave asked.
"Yupp," you said.
"Ha, I hope she kicks him!"
"Dave, that's rude," you said.
"In the crotch," Dave finished.
"Dave…"
"Pfft, it's funny," Dave said. "Trust me. You think it is funny, admit it. You're laughing. I know that you can't hold it in for too long."
"I can imagine so," you said. "And yes, Dave, I admit it."
"Yah, I need a good laugh," Dave admitted.
"Good enough excuse, I guess. I do have to admit that I would not mind watching Gamzee being kicked in the junk myself."
You vacantly take a sip from your mug and wonder if Gamzee is going to come back. Perhaps he felt bad for Karkat and went to go and hang out with him, instead. Maybe? Maybe not?
"I don't think that Gamzee is going to come back, Dave," you said.
"I don't think so either," Dave said. "Just let him eat his food."
"Right," you said.
You pause for a moment.
"I can just fall asleep right now," you said as you turned over, allowing your head to sink into the pillows. "It's so warm and comfy in here."
"Same here," Dave said as he leaned up against you.
"So, if we are both going to fall asleep in here, then who is going to wake us up for the party?" you asked.
"Karkat," Dave mumbled.
Dear god, no…
"Karkat is the last person that I would want waking me up," you admitted.
"Yeah, but, it's a party," Dave said. "Shouldn't that be enough of a reason to have anyone wake you up."
"I guess so," you admitted. "Why not?"
"Exactly."
You ponder for a moment and then laugh.
"At the same time I can't imagine Karkat waking anybody up just for a party," you said. "The guy is so funny and bi-polar-like and he never drinks alcohol. Him…party? Ha!"
"I would say so…"
"We should see if we can get Karkat to drink," Dave began.
"Why?" you asked.
"Because it would be hilarious," Dave said. "Also, I am a bit curious as to how he acts when he is drunk."
"Maybe he will actually be pleasant towards everyone if he is," you laughed. "Usually if you are drunk, you end up acting the complete opposite of what you usually act like."
"You never know," Dave began. "Him and Gamzee were such badass class clowns back in high school. Then college here hit and Karkat is starting to become a bit…well…uptight."
"Yah," you said. "He'll eventually settle in. College here is a new thing for all of us and we are still trying to get used to it."
"True," Dave agreed.
He hugs you and you both just sit there in silence for a moment. Actually, several moments. You wish you could freeze time. His blonde bangs lightly brush your neck as he wraps the rest of the blanket back around you.
"Don't you love pillow forts, Dave?" you asked.
"They're cool," Dave sighed out of tiredness. "People think that they are for little children, but forts are the shit. They're awesome. No questions asked."
"Who cares what everyone else thinks?" you said.
"Right."
You slide both hot chocolate mugs out of the fort to avoid spilling them.
"In a way, I wish that there were more humans at this school that we could hang out with," you said longingly.
"Meh," Dave began. "Who needs people? Most people suck…no offense…except for you. I've been harassed by people all of my life so I don't really feel like putting up with everything plus their bullshit. I don't understand people."
"I feel the same way sometimes," you admitted. "At the same time, I always felt a bit…you know…different."
"We all feel that way deep down," Dave began. "Everyone thinks that everyone else that they see feels completely normal, but we all feel a bit different than everyone else. Most people are too scared to admit it, but we feel the same way."
"You don't think that I am too far out of the ordinary, do you, Dave?" you asked.
Dave laughs.
"Nah," Dave said. "The fact that you think that you are awkward is all in your head. Even though you are quirky terrible-movie-loving drum major that laughs at the most inappropriate times and you care about everyone, you're perfect."
Dawww…he definitely knows what to say.
"Thanks, Dave," you said.
You become a bit flushed in the face out of slight embarrassment. Obviously, you still do not take compliments very well.
"It's been over fifteen minutes," Dave said.
He scoots in closer to you.
"I doubt Gamzee is coming back anytime soon," he continued to say.
"Which means?" you asked.
"We can…"
"What?"
"Do stuff."
"Like?" you asked.
"We can do stuff that is," Dave began.
He pauses for a few dramatic seconds.
"Closer," he finished.
"When do we not do stuff like that?" you asked with delight.
"We don't get as close when we are in public," Dave said coolly.
You can feel Dave's warm breath on the back of your neck.
"…and I believe that is for good reason," you said.
"Of course so," Dave said quietly.
"But sometimes, other things should happen for good reason," you said.
Dave pushes himself up a few inches and stares at you captivatingly with his crimson eyes.
"I see," he said.
"Like, now."
"Oh…"
Dave closes his eyes and leans in towards you. You and Dave begin to make out…under your blanket fort. Now, you definitely do not want to come out from under here. Being under a bunch of blankets while kissing Dave and sharing body heat is just something that you could only imagine in your wildest dreams, but this, is real.
"Dave," you breathed as his lips parted from yours and you break apart slowly.
There is a knock at your door.
"Come in," you said as you got off of Dave's lap.
Karkat comes into the room with Gamzee.
"Hey, motherfuckers," Gamzee said as he walked in.
"Yah, anyways," Karkat began. "The party is going to start a bit early, so, would you care to join us?"
"Oh, sure," you said.
You turn to Dave.
"Hey, what about those ugly sweaters that we are supposed to wear together?" you asked.
"Oh, those," Dave began. "Right."
Dave gets up and the blanket that was draped over the chairs falls on top of you. As Dave goes to get his tote out from under the bed, you rub your face up against the blanket. It is fleecy and very soft.
"You two are going to wear ugly sweaters?" Karkat asked.
"Of course," Dave said coolly.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" Karkat raged. "You are going to embarrass me!"
"You don't need us for that when you have Gamzee, no offense."
"Heh, none taken," Gamzee laughed.
Dave goes back under the bed and pulls out two matching blue knitted sweaters with Christmas Trees on them.
"Say, if you click the button on the inside," Dave began as he thumbed around on the inside of one of the sweaters.
It lit up.
"It lights up."
"That is super cool!" you exclaimed.
"I still don't understand why you would wear that," Karkat began. "I am not wearing my sweater."
"Because John and I are going to have sweater swag and look like total badasses and you won't," Dave said coolly. "Then again, what are you going to do about it?"
"I suppose you are right," Karkat said as he rolled his eyes.
You and Dave pull the sweaters over what you are already wearing.
"Hell, yes," Dave said with some sass. "We are sexy sweater boyfriends."
Gamzee seemed amused.
"I sometimes mentally question both of your sanities," Karkat went on.
"That's okay," Dave said in a funny, yet monotone voice. "Because sometimes I question your sanity as well."
"Okay guys, let's go," Gamzee said.
"Okay."
You kick off the rest of the blankets from your lower half and get up. Once out of the room, you lock the door behind you.
"Time to go out into the cold," Dave said as he wrapped his scarf around himself and you do the same.
Five minutes later, you arrive at the party. A few individuals have shown right away. Obviously, they got the word that the party was starting earlier than originally expected. The first thing that you noticed apart from the amount of people there was the blonde-haired woman standing on the porch steps and you wonder who it is. You stop and watch the snow fall.
"Dave?" you asked.
"What?" Dave asked.
You point in her direction and Dave stops and almost slips and falls in the snow in his tracks and you help break his fall.
"Oh, shit," Dave said. "It's her."
"Who's "her?"" you asked. "I thought we are the only human students at this school."
"She's not from our school," Dave said. "Like Davesprite, she randomly shows up to things like this."
"Oh," you said, but you are still really confused.
Dave approaches the woman.
"Roxy you shouldn't have come here! Fuck, you are going to ruin everything!" Dave exclaimed.
She twirled her martini glass in her hand and looked at him.