A/N: Ey guys. :D Thank you all for such love on this! It's great you guys like it so much! So I've had a few people ask for my tumblr. It's shota-john-egbert. If I change my URL, I'll be sure to let you guys know! Also, guys, yes that was a Linkin Park reference. Congratulations.

The two of you have been living together for about a week now, and your Dad has gone on a business trip. He said he'd be gone for almost a month and you nearly spat out the soup you were eating, swallowing before gaping at him. Dave seemed surprised too, although no one else besides you would be able to tell.

So now, its just you and Dave. In an empty house. Just the two of you. Alone. Nothing bad can happen, right?

Wrong.

Now, one would speculate Dave would be the one getting antsy over yours and his first time together, right? Wrong again. You've been waiting for him to make a move, but he seems completely content in just leaving you hanging.

Well, you're done with waiting.

"Dave, when are we gonna do it?" You ask calmly as the two of you play Halo, Dave getting massacred right after you asked. He's staring at you slack-jawed in awe, and you pause the game with a sigh to look at him.

"Dude, did you actually just ask that?" He asks bewildered, and you want to hit him, yourself, and the wall all at the same time.

"Yeah, I did. Now answer my question," you reply, crossing your arms.

"I. . ." He looks away, and you can see the blush under his shades. Oh that's adorable.

"I mean, I wanted to make it special for you," he states lowly, staring down at his feet and shuffling. Suddenly you feel really guilty.

"Like, I can't say I don't think about it, I have a lot, but I wanted to wait for the perfect moment," he finalizes with a grin, "pretty cheesy, huh?" You've never wanted to kick yourself so hard in all your life. He wasn't teasing you or anything, he just wanted to make it special. Your face is red as a tomato now as you hang your head in your hands, whining.

"I'm sorry Dave. I didn't want to seem like… Well, I mean, like, thanks. For not rushing into it," you stutter in reply, your face probably an illegal shade of red from blushing so hard. You hear him chuckle, feeling his weight shift beside you on the couch as his lips run over your ear, enticing a shudder from you.

"No problem, mi amour," he purrs out seductively, and you shudder from just how sexy his voice is. Oh, that reminds you, speaking of voice...

"Dave I almost forgot, I wrote a song for you," you jump up, almost knocking him out with your shoulder as you do so. Luckily his reflexes are fast enough he leans back before that could happen. He looks at you curiously with an eyebrow raised and you chuckle, grabbing his wrists and pulling him off the couch. He follows semi-reluctantly, and you lead him over to the piano, sitting on the bench. He sits down beside you and you turn to him with a smile.

"What the shit Egbert," he grumbles, "where did you get the time to do this? We've been together everyday for the past like, two weeks."

"I did this a long time ago, actually. I forgot about it until now," you reply with a grin, laughing softly. "Now hush, let me play."

He huffs, but doesn't say anything else, so you start playing. Its a rather simple song, actually. Written in six eight, left hand playing eighth note chord progressions in a repeating pattern while right adds a delicate overtone. In your opinion there can never be too many grace notes in a song. Eventually the parts switch, the right hand playing the eighth note progressions with the more melodic part in the left. You drag this out longer than its actually written, 'cause you like the melody played in the bass, before you drag out longer notes, the song ending soon after. You let the final chord drag out, and open your eyes. You don't actually remember closing them, but they're open now. You take off the suspension peddle and turn to Dave as your hands move from their place and holy shit is he crying?

"Dave? Are you crying?" You ask with a slight grin. Oh my god that's really cute.

"Shit…" He presses a sleeved hand up to his eye, pushing his shades up with it. He laughs nervously, but he isn't looking at you.

"Was it that bad?" You laugh, placing a hand on his cheek and turning him to look at you as you wipe a tear away. His eyes are closed and that reminds you that you haven't actually seen his eyes ever.

"No dude, no fucking way just the opposite," he replies with a sniffle, moving his hands away so you can cup his face with both hands. "It was really beautiful, man. Your hands are magic, I'm telling you. They just sort of dashed across the piano hitting a gazillion keys at once. And you played that shit with your eyes closed!"

You laugh again, bringing his head down so you can kiss his nose. You're really curious about the colour of his eyes, but he's not comfortable about showing you, so its best not to ask, you guess. You grin up at him, although he still has his eyes closed.

"I'm glad you liked it, Dave," you purr out with a giggle. He pulls his shades back down as you stand up. You grin as you pull him up to his feet as well, and he looks at you curiously.

"We're gonna mess with the pizza guy," you reply before dragging him to the kitchen to get a phone.

A/N: In the next chapter! Yeah sorry for the wait there guys and sorry this is so short. I just lost motivation for a bit. So yeah I dunno why this is getting so much love but thanks guys really appreciate it. Thanks for taking time to review and favourite me and this story!