The blonde sighed, heading down the narrow back road, the moon's pale silver glow turning everything white. He spoke quietly to himself, which was normal for him. "Hopefully this car will hold out," Dave muttered. It was a shitty, secondhand hand-me-down from a friend. Regardless, he was grateful. Bro would never get him a car. Why? Because bro is an asshole and a piece of shit, that's why.

The radio was barely coming in, and was just mostly static at this point. Eugh. This place is awful. So creepy and dark, and another car passed by only every fifteen minutes or so. As soon as the engine started sputtering and making a strange noise, Dave started getting concerned. Shit.

The blonde pulled over as his car slowed down. "Oh fuck."

He felt his hands break out in a bit of a cold sweat, and he turned his car off. "Maybe try turning it off and on again," the albino spoke quietly to himself, turning the key in the ignition. Nothing. Didn't even show a possibility of turning over. Shit.

"What should I do?"

He wasn't gonna call the police. Besides, this wasn't an emergency. And, it would probably take a few hours for them to get out here on this back road, especially in the snow.

Okay...he could see if he could get a stranger to give him a ride, although they probably wouldn't turn their car around and take Dave home. Now that his car was broken down, he couldn't go to his destination. He was planning on getting to his hotel tonight, but that wasn't going to happen. He couldn't get back, because he didn't have a working car anymore.

Bro was gonna kill him when he found out what happened to the car. Dave sighed, rolling up his sleeve and glancing at the bruises his brother had left on his arm. He had surprisingly strong hands. He rolled his sleeve back down and got out of the car, shuddering a bit as he felt the cold night air touch his skin.

After about fifteen minutes of standing hopelessly, his arm was starting to get tired, but he had to get somewhere for the night. The thought of what Bro was gonna do to him when he got home without the car was making him nervous. There were very few cars, and even fewer had stopped for him. In fact, the number was precisely zero.

Maybe it would be better to die out here than have to face Bro.

Regardless, he still stood there, doing that stupid fucking thumbs up, as if everything was just fucking dandy.

Just real goddamn fuckin' dandy.

Eventually, a red car pulled over as it was driving, and the blonde felt a little nervous. One of the windows rolled down, and he was greeted by a short and angry looking guy, who was probably about his age. He had abnormally red hair, some piercings in his right ear, and two right under his bottom lip. The sweater he had on was too big for him, and it had a little red crab on it, holding a gray Cancer sign in its pincers. The blonde felt a slight blush creep onto his face. Shit.

"Well, do you want a ride or not?!" The angry redhead in the car crossed his arms across his chest.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," the blonde nodded, getting his stuff out of the trunk of his car and putting it on the floor as he sat down. The cute guy just looked at him, and Dave returned the glance as the smaller one began to drive. The albino glanced out the window as his car on the side of the road faded into the distance. At least the car wasn't awkwardly silent, since the radio was on, and some catchy rock song was playing that Dave didn't really know, but his foot still tapped against the floor to the beat.

"What's your name?" The blonde asked, attempting to strike up a friendly conversation. "What's it to you, blondie?" the redhead retorted sharply. "Chill. I was just asking your name. You know, like normal civilized people do? God."

"Karcsi."

"Is that like...German or something?" Dave asked.

"It's goddamn Hungarian, you uncultured fucking swine." The redhead growled.

No response from Dave. He simply just sighed. He knew that this guy was from another country; he could tell from his accent. "What's your name? Better fucking tell me if I'm gonna give your sorry ass a ride," Karcsi mumbled. "Dave." "Really? That's the best your parents could come up with?" The shorter one snorted. "Hey, at least my name isn't Kar-" Dave was cut off by Karcsi. "Ex-fucking-scuse me? I'll have you know that my name comes from the Hungarian version of the names of many great kings and philosophers. Dave comes from like, some guy no one cares about."

The blonde huffed angrily and looked out the window, fixing his shades. "Why are you wearing sunglasses at night, dumbfuck?" the Hungarian questioned. "They look cool." "They really don't. They just make you look like a douche and a tool." "Well, I like them, so fuck off!" Dave hissed. "Hey, I didn't have to pick you up back there! I saw you standing there, freezing your ass off in the cold, and felt sorry for someone so fucking pathetic that I had no choice but to pick you up," the redhead lied. "Ok, sure."

The two were silent for a long time, until Dave's phone rang. Karcsi turned the radio down a bit. The blonde grimaced as he heard Bro's voice on the other end of the phone. "David Elizabeth Strider. Where are you?" He muttered. "Driving. I really can't talk. I don't wanna get pulled over," the albino crossed his fingers, hoping bro wouldn't go off on him. "Where are you driving to?" "The convention. Remember? I bought tickets, and Rose worked really hard on my cosplay. I wasn't gonna just let her down. I told you before I left, and you said OK and told me to leave," Dave mumbled.

SHIT.

He just fucking admitted that he was going to a con in front of a cute boy! Oh fuck. Karcsi probably thought he was a lame, ugly virgin for enjoying cosplaying occasionally. Hell, he really only did it when he went to cons with his friends. "Oh right, your stupid fucking LARP shit. Where you dress up like anime characters and go hang out with a bunch of other lowlife virgins just like you. I can see why you'd enjoy that, David."

Dave groaned. "Whatever, dude. Insult my hobbies if you want. I don't care. Just leave me alone so I can drive. I don't want to fucking get pulled over," Dave hissed. "Don't fucking speak to me like that, David. Do you want me to give you another ass kicking? Remember last week? I could easily do that to you again. I bet you still have bruises," Bro teased.

Karcsi looked concerned, and glanced at Dave out of the corner of his eye. It was dead silent, and he could hear bro yelling now that he'd turned the radio off. "Go to your shitty con."

And with that, he hung up.

Outside, it had begun to snow, and everything was silent.

"What's his problem?" the redhead questioned. "That was my bro. He's...kind of an ass," Dave shrugged. "Sorry for being so goddamn snappy earlier," the Hungarian apologized. "It's fine."

"Can you please turn the radio on?" the blonde asked. This silence was making him uncomfortable, and he was afraid Karcsi would look over and see the tears in his eyes behind his shades.

The redhead did as Dave asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"You know, it's a little fucking late to be traveling anywhere. Do you..." Karcsi paused, inhaling deeply. He sounded agitated. "Do you wanna stay at my house? Just for one night." The blonde's red eyes widened, and a soft blush dusted his cheeks, invisible in the dark of night. "Yeah. That would be nice," he nodded. "Don't think this makes us friends or anything," the shorter one muttered. "Sure. Whatever you say, bro."

"Don't call me bro," Karcsi hissed.

Eventually, the snow began piling up, and they pulled down a narrow back road and stopped in front of a tiny house alone in the woods. "Get your shit and come on. I don't wanna get snowed out," the shorter one turned the car off and got out, opening the door and going inside. Dave got out of the car, gathering his stuff and going inside. The lights were on, and the house was cozy, even if it was a bit small. "You can sleep on the couch," the red-haired boy told him, giving him some blankets. It was pretty late, and Karcsi looked tired. He went and locked the door, and closed the blinds. Paranoid, maybe? Dave didn't want to question him, so he just thanked him.

A soft blush was dusted on his cheeks, and he decided to do something abnormally brave. The blonde kissed the other's cheek, quickly turning around and lying down on the couch. The redhead's hand traveled to the spot where Dave had kissed him, his brown eyes wide. "Fucking idiot."

Karcsi went to his room and turned off all the lights. It was cold, and Dave curled up desperately in the blankets to try and stay warm. Everything was dead silent, until he heard a quiet sobbing coming from the bedroom. He looked up at the door. Was this guy OK? The blonde got up, still wrapped in the blankets, and knocked gently on the door. "Is everything OK in there?" The Texan questioned gently. "It's fine! Go away!"

After a little while of lying on the couch, Dave couldn't sleep. Karcsi was also still crying, which admittedly made him pretty sad, even if he didn't know the guy very well. The blonde was startled by the redhead's door opening. "Dave. That's your name, right?"

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?" he asked, sniffling.

"Sure. Lay it on me, man," Dave nodded, his form illuminated by the few shafts of moonlight that came in through the blinds. "It's cold. I..." Karcsi blushed. "I was wondering if...you know..." he paused, swearing harshly under his breath. "You'd wanna...like...come and...maybe...sleep...in my bed? In like the least homo way possible. I swear to god, if you think this is some kind of weird gross gay thing, it's not," the redhead was blushing furiously, although thankfully it was too dark to see. "Oh. Uh...yeah. Sure."

Hell yes! There was no way he was passing up the opportunity to have a totally heterosexual rest with a good bro.

"Get in here. Before I change my goddamn mind," he mumbled, heading back to bed but leaving the door open. The albino was smiling like a dumb idiot, and he grabbed all his blankets and went into the other's bedroom, in the least homosexual way possible. "Do you want me to close the door?" Dave asked. A faint 'yeah' from the smaller male lying in the bed. There was enough room for Dave, and he hesitantly lied down and made himself comfortable. He resisted the urge to hold the other. For reasons of keeping warm, of course. Not because Karcsi was totally adorable and actually really nice under his hard shell.

"Do you know anything about girls?" the Hungarian asked quietly, shattering the silence in the room. He was lying on his back, facing the ceiling, and Dave was lying on his side, facing Karcsi. "Girls? Hell yeah I know about girls. As would be expected from someone who gets so many of 'em," the albino laughed a bit. "Theoretically, like, just asking, if it were ever a possibility, why would a girl want to break up with a guy? Not that my girlfriend ever would. We're perfectly happy. Just wondering."

"Well...lots of reasons. It really depends. Sometimes, they think we're mean, or douchey, or assholes. Sometimes they're right. Or, they just want some space or some time alone. I mean, there's lots of other reasons too. You'd really have to ask why someone broke up with you in order to really know, y'know?" Dave said gently.

"Oh."

"To be completely honest, I...I asked because..."

Karcsi paused for a long time, sniffling quietly.

"My girlfriend broke up with me last week. We were together for two whole years, and then she said she didn't wanna be around me anymore. What the fuck's up with that?!" the redhead hissed angrily. "She didn't even tell me why. She won't answer my texts either," he sighed. "I just don't know what to do. I miss her so much, but she's obviously over me. I saw her with some other douchebag a few nights ago. She seemed happy. Much happier than she was with me." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Oh god. I'm sorry man, that's rough. I'm sure it's not your fault. Girls can be like that sometimes. Maybe she just...wanted some space. I don't know. If it's worth anything, I think you'd be a great boyfriend," Dave said.

Karcsi didn't even make a remark about that being gay. He merely thanked Dave and hugged him. The blonde hugged him back, and before the two knew it, they were holding each other. Like full on cuddling. "Thanks Dave. For letting me talk to you. You're a cool guy."

"You're welcome," the taller one nodded.

"You know, now that Teresa broke up with me, I'm single. No homo," Karcsi teased.

"Okay, fine. Maybe just a little homo."

Dave laughed, stroking the Hungarian's soft red hair. "I'll consider it. I'm single too."

"Was that whole thing about all the girls wanting you just total bullshit?" Karcsi asked, glancing up at Dave.

"Yeah. It was," the albino laughed

"Loser." The smaller one's voice was soft as a whisper.

"Totally," Dave laughed.