Sorry this took so long and is so short, but writers block and exams were a thing (u_u) thankfully though, I puncha'd writers block's buns! So here we go
Dave walked as fast as he could in his platforms and dress, completely ignoring any weird looks or stares he got. Damn right he was a model, no wonder people were staring. Not to mention it was the middle of the fucking day and he looked like he was going to prom- wearing a prom dress to a casual cafe, nothing could be more ironic. Dave mentally patted himself on the back. No one in that damn cafe would be able to forget this, including his dork of a best friend.
As he neared the cafe, Dave spotted John waiting outside Skaia in a casual outfit consisting of black jeans, a blue shirt with a weird light blue symbol on it that honestly reminded Dave of toothpaste, a yellow sleeveless jacket, a blue beanie pulled over his mess of hair, and blue and yellow Nikes. Dave looked him over, and a slight smirk pulled at his lips, before he forced his face into a 'I'm better than all of you' look, and model walked towards John.
"Sup Egbert." Dave said casually.
"Oh there you are Dave, I was starting to think..." John trailed off as he finally looked at Dave and took in his outfit, a slight blush rising to his cheeks, while his eyes widened comically.
"D-Dave?" John sputtered out.
"Again, sup Egbert. I already said that bro. Are the shitty movies finally getting to your head? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up, and what is your mother's maiden name." Dave replied while rolling his eyes, trying not to smile at John's expression. No way he was forgetting this.
"Dave why are you in a dress? Dave why are you in a fancy dress. Dave I don't think I have enough money for where ever you think we're going. Dave I am a poor high school boy, and holy shit you're wearing makeup." John's face was redder than Dave's lips.
"Why thank you Captain Obvious. I'm also wearing platforms and thigh-highs in case that somehow slipped past your radar. Which is impossible, because nothing gets past you, do they? Seriously though bro, do you need a new prescription on your glasses? As for the dress, dress for the life you want, not the one you have and all that shit. I'd be a fucking fantastic model, and thus I decided to grace the world and our date with my astonishing looks. You should've seen me fighting off the paparazzi and screaming fans the entire way here. Shit's tiring. Besides John," Dave walked up to John, and put an arm around his shoulders- the platforms finally allowing them to be around the same height-, "Can you think of anything more wonderfully ironic? I swear to god I'm going to start a fashion craze. Or a meme. Either's cool, but can you imagine peeps be walking in to fancy shmancy restaurants in their swim wear? Going to prom in crocks and shorts? Everyone's going to be jumping on this bandwagon dude, it'll take the world by storm."
With this, Dave finally got John to snap out of it, and snort out a laugh, lightly pushing Dave away with, "How do you get even more dorky each day dude?"
Dave faked a gasp, "John, didn't your dad teach you not to push a lady? A sweet southern belle at that!" Dave sobered up a bit and asked, "Yo Egbert, you cool with this though? Or did I take this too far?"
John smiled and said, "Nah, I'm cool. No wait, I'm ice cold! Alright alright alright alright." Dave just let out a pained groan at the meme. "Seriously though Dave, knowing you, I think I'd actually be slightly disappointed with anything else. At least I know in your gay ass Strider way that you do care." John fluttered his eyelashes and clasped his hands to his chest, causing both boys to break out laughing.
"Oh fuck off John. You can't quite be calling me gay, when you're the one that asked me out in the first place dude. And there we go again, speaking about my ass. Look John, I know I have a fabulous rump, but this is the first date. Wait until at least the second before you start complimenting it."
John just snorted and said, "Whatever, let's just go in."
Dave replied, "Oh yes, please, thank god, standing in heels isn't fun."
John offered his arm out to Dave with a, "M'lady," which got him a punch to the arm. Dave still took the offered hand though, because hello heels.
They sat by a booth near the back of the cafe, ignoring the strange looks that got sent their way. As they knew each other for years now, it wasn't awkward and they didn't need to grasp for straws to start a conversation, they simply just melded into the same flow they usually had everyday. Throwing fries at each other, and rarely into one another's mouths, complaining about teachers, talking about new video games, thinking up new prank ideas, and talking about how Dave's movie was coming along.
At one point, the two made a bet to see how many people Dave could get to blush without saying anything, John saying no one would blush, and Dave disagreeing. Dave won that bet, but John didn't care as he was too busy dying of laughter at Dave outrageously batting his eyelashes, waggling his eyebrows, pouting his lips, and winking at people who happened to look over.
As the winner, Dave got to choose the venue for the next date. When he heard his prize, Dave looked at John slightly shocked, but hiding it by raising an eyebrow.
"A second date? You really can't get enough of this Strider can you John?" Dave smirked, hoping to hell and back that he wasn't blushing.
John stuttered, "Well, um, yeah, I mean, um I had fun, and I'm kinda hoping you did too, andikindawannadateyou." John rushed out blushing, and looking away.
Dave couldn't hope to stop the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, "Oh, um, yeah sure. That sounds... That sounds hella cool."
John looked back at Dave with a smile, and to save himself from blushing anymore, Dave clapped his hands once, and said, "Well enough with the lovey dovey feelings talk, let us become the cliche and share a milkshake for dessert."
John just laughed his obnoxiously loud laugh, doubling in volume when Dave started singing, "My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard," and politely called the waitress over to order the milkshake.
The date was finished all too soon, with the only argument was who was going to pay- which John won, but Dave swears he'll pay next time. John was walking Dave home, laughing as Dave told him the shenanigans that ensued to get him into the dress.
"A fake corpse party? Really?" John laughed.
"I couldn't make this shit up if I tried Egbert." Dave said with a smirk, and one hand over his chest.
John opened his mouth to reply, when something was thrown at them, and hit Dave in the head.
"What the fucking hell?" Dave complained, rubbing his head, while John turned around to look for the offender, which happened to be this old guy with a picket sign, screaming about how they should be ashamed of themselves, and that gay people go straight to hell.
Dave turned around and glared at the man, who was taken aback for some reason Dave wasn't sure of, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
John say the man's face when he saw Dave's eyes, and just shouted back, "Of course we're going to hell, this dude's got a kingdom to run." And smiled when the man seemed to pale and step back.
John then just smiled a nasty smile at the man, took Dave's hand, turned around and continued walking. He could tell the moment Dave realized what happened, as his free hand shakily went up to his face.
"John, I'm not wearing my shades."
"Nope." John replied casually, side-eying his date.
"And you didn't tell me because?"
"I like your eyes dude. They're cool, and you never show them off. Why the hell would I tell you and make you put on your shades? Especially on our date?"
Dave just blinked, and moved his hand from his face, "Fair 'nough."
Thankfully, the light, joking atmosphere had returned to them as they reached the fork between their houses.
Dave remarked, "Okay well, I guess I'll text you the dets of our second date when I think them up." And got a nod from John in response.
"And you know what? Fuck it." Dave muttered, before he smashed their mouths together in an all too brief kiss.
"See ya later Egbert." Dave said as he absconded the fuck away, thankful that the dark hid his blush, and leaving a shocked John paralysed, but happy, on the side of the road.
Dave quickly rushed home, to see not only Dirk and his friends, but also Bro and D home. His eyes widened as he knew he was blushing extremely hard, and shouted, "Nope." and rushed to his room, before anyone could open their mouths to start teasing him. He was, unfortunately for him, quickly followed and blocked off by his brothers, and slung over a shoulder, then dumped on the couch surrounded on all sides.
Dave just groaned, preparing himself for the teasing. What is his life?
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