(A/N: Hey, so you're probably wondering why this is such a short chapter, right? Well, its because this story is sadly ending. I'm trying my best to write an ending thats fit for this story but I need help on deciding a few things. Should I write it in Dave's POV or John's POV or do two chapters and write it in both POVs? Please review with your opinion, I really need your guy's help!) (p.s. Im really sorry this is a short chapter, I just really wanted it to be leading up to the final chapter(s)).
Your name is Dave Strider and holy shit you wish you could answer your phone.
Sadly, right now, you can't. Why can't you answer your phone? Well for an obvious reason, that's why. The obvious reason? Well, it would be that Bro hid your phone. Why? Because Bro's an ass. Also, because you made fun of him for liking My Little Pony. And Rainbow Dash, hell yes you made fun of him for that. You don't even remember your original reason for making fun of it, and normally you wouldn't even go there but he had been a jerk about something and you went there. So, naturally, Dirk hid your phone while you napped on the couch as his revenge. And now? Your stupid phone is going off like a motherfucker. BZZZ! And there it goes again. God dammit.
"Rose! Rose!" You yell as you look underneath pillow cushions. You still can't find your phone. Rose probably knows where your phone is. She knows everything. Oh, there she is.
"Yes Dave?" She asks with a sweet smile. Oh no. She knows something. Yeah, she definitely knows something.And not the usual 'knowing everything' type of something, no, it's a 'I know something that you don't know' type of something. Its that smile that tells you she knows.
"Rose," You say, "where the hell is my phone?". Your eyes follow Rose as she walks over to a bookcase. In it, she removes to books. Behind those two books lies your phone. Insult to injury? That bookcase was only a couple of steps away from you are standing right now. Goddammit Dirk. And Rose, goddamn her too. Rose grabs your phone, tosses it to you and walks into the hallway.
"I really thought you would have figured out that hiding spot without my help." Rose smugly calls as she leaves. Shut it Rose.
Wow, you have 22 new messages. BZZZ! Make that 23 new messages.
ectoBiologist began pestering turntechGodhead at 4:30 P.M.
EB: dave!
EB: daveeeeeeee
EB: hey dave listen!
EB: ugh
EB: i guess youre away right now?
EB: probably
EB: anyways
EB: i was wondering
EB: because you kinda chose our date last time
EB: not that i didnt have fun on our last date!
EB: but uh
EB: i was wondering... if i could chose a date?
EB: because
EB: well
EB: theres this little field by my house
EB: and like ive noticed that the field is really clear at night
EB: so
EB: i was wondering
EB: if
EB: you
EB: would
EB: uh
EB: maybe you would like to go stargazing tonight?
Oh hell fucking yes. That is cute as shit. That date idea is cute as shit. Stars are cute as shit. John is cute as shit. You are definitely going to go stargazing with him tonight. Cute shit like this makes you want to just internally combust from happiness. This is, no, John is amazing and you are hella excited.
TG: hell
TG: fuckin
TG: yes
TG: i would love to
EB: really?
TG: of course dude
TG: why the hell wouldnt i want to
EB: yay!
Your name is Dave Strider and holy fuckin shit you are excited.
