After that night, it seemed Dave started to open up more. He would tell me about his brother, who raised him and died about five years back. It was hard, watching Dave's cool kid exterior start to crumble, but it was also comforting for me to realize that he was a real person. It had been a month since we first kissed. We had become inseparable by then and maybe even dating. I wasn't sure of our relationship. It was either we were dating or friends with benefits. Dave was too hard to read, but I liked to think we were dating.

It was Sunday, and Dave and I both had Monday off, so he invited me over to his apartment to watch some movies. I was going to question his true motives for the night, but one does not simply question Dave Strider. I dressed casually, in one of Dave's hoodies and a knee length black skirt with ruffles and red leggings that Dave had given me as a present.

I brought a bottle of Pepsi with, as was tradition whenever we went over to the other's apartment. Usually we left a majority of it untouched, but we always insisted on bringing a new bottle over every time. It was sort of our tradition. I walked up to his door, bottle in hand, and pulled out the key. I had the key in case Dave didn't hear the door. I decided I would surprise him and quietly let myself in.

His apartment was messy, and I didn't expect much more from a young, single, cool kid like Dave. I heard him shuffling around the kitchen to the beat of a familiar song. As I silently took off my shoes, I realized that the song was Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. It was at that insanely high part that no man should be able to reach. But there was Dave, waist wrapped in a little blue apron, singing along.

"Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!" Dave sang along. At the final me, he tilted his head back, almost like a wolf howling at the moon. At least the wolf would have had sounded a bit better. I wasn't saying Dave couldn't sing, because he could. What I'm trying to say is that Dave should stick to being a man and never become a singing drag queen.

He opened his eyes when he needed air and jumped when he noticed me giggling at him. "Shit, Harley!" he swore. "Why the fuck would you sneak up on me like that?" He set down the pan of whatever he was cooking back on the stove and turned to me, quickly pulling off the apron. "No one has ever seen me cook before," he added.

I smiled and leaned on the counter towards him. "Well, I hope your cooking is better than that high note." I teased him. I then gestured to the apron. "That was also a nice touch to everything. Who got that for you, because I know you aren't a fan of blue."

"Where did you get that idea?"

"Well because the last time I tried to wear blue, you awkwardly asked if I had any other color." I pointed out with a smile. "But if you aren't ready to tell me which one of your ex-lovers gave it to you, don't worry. I don't plan on leaving you anytime soon."

"Hey Jade?"

"Yeah?"

"I really don't deserve you."

I stood up straight and grinned. "You're right, you don't deserve me. Especially if you plan on letting my dinner over there burn." I nodded my head towards the smoking pan. With a jump, he picked up the pan again, swearing under his breath. I couldn't help but laugh again. "Maybe it would be better if we ordered out… again."

"I'll get the phone book."

After some takeout Chinese food and several glasses of Pepsi, we decided to watch a movie and it was my turn to choose. I searched through his small collection, not recognizing a majority of his movies or the actors in them. After a lot of searching, I found an older one with an actor I recognized. "How about this one, Dave?" I asked, holding up a case titled Con Air.

Dave paused from his popcorn making to glance at the case. He seemed caught off guard. ""That movie is shit. Why the hell do you want to watch this?"

I simply shrugged. "It's the only one with an actor that I recognize that isn't a porn film."

"Jade, those aren't porn films, they're just rated-"

"Can we please watch this one?" I begged and he sighed, giving in. With a squeal of delight, I popped the disc into the DVD player and set the TV to the right channel. As I finished this, Dave walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I scurried over to him and cuddled into his shoulder.

The movie wasn't as bad as Dave made me think it was, although it was extremely cheesy. About halfway through, Dave distracted me from what was happening and it was probably a good thing since I had no idea what was going on. Something about a bunny being put back into its box. He moved his face closer to mine slowly, letting our lips touch gently. His lips were warm and soft. The next thing I know, his hands were in my hair and running down my back causing me to move closer to his. It sent a wonderful feeling through my body. I didn't want this feeling to go away so I reached up and put one hand on his face and the other on his arm. Then his tongue brushed against my lips and I parted them slightly. It felt like the time was standing still at this moment. It was a strange, but wonderful feeling and I felt completely at ease. Sadly it didn't last very long. When our tongues met, we were thrown into another flashback.

"Dave, just because you're bisexual doesn't give you the right to date us both!" I shouted at him, hands going to my hips. We were all together. But who exactly was we?

A dark-haired boy with glasses and an overbite was beside me, his arms crossed angrily. "I can't believe you'd play us like that. You were supposed to be my best bro!"

"John, Jade, look, I can't just choose one of you." Dave told us.

"It's either one or none, Dave. We aren't some sort of toy for you. We're human beings." I snapped.

"Jade, you just don't understand. I can't lose either of you."

"But you'd rather lose both of us?"

"Jade, don't say that. I love you but-"

"You also love him."

"He's just a phase."

"Oh yeah, and what am I? Just another phase until you get the hots for Rose or something?" Rose, who the hell was Rose?

"Jade, it really isn't like that. You're my one and only."

"How many times have you used that one?"

"I fucked up big time, didn't I?" He looked wounded, like a puppy.

"Yes, you have, but I can't stay mad at you. That's what pisses me off. Why'd you go to John, though?"

"He's vulnerable and needed someone."

"Just like you did?"

"Just like I do." He corrected.

It felt like we were brought back too suddenly. I looked up at him, since he had me pushed to the couch, his body on top of mine. Dave was sweating more than we usually did when we got these visions. It was like he saw something unnerving, and he probably did. "Dave, what's wrong? What happened?"

He took a few breaths before he replied weakly, ""That kid with the overbite, John... I know him. Not just like I feel like I know him, but I actually know him. Jade, the reason I didn't want to watch Con Air is because it was his favorite movie and he gave me that apron. Jade... I don't know how to say this... but he's my ex-boyfriend."