You groan as the sunlight hits your eyes, lying in your bed. You put your arm over your eyes to try to keep the sun out of your eyes.
It doesn't work. Oh well, you might as well get up anyways. You sit up slowly and stretch, letting out a long yawn. Feeling lazy, you sit in the bed for a few minutes. Then you think of Dave.
Dave Strider. The boy who kissed you last night. No. The boy who you kissed last night. You curse yourself and run a hand through your dark hair as you realize that you didn't exactly fight back. Well, either way. There was some kissing going on last night. Now if only you can get him out of your mind. You try to come up with a way to do that, and eventually decide to head over to the nearby cafe and get some coffee or something. It will probably get your mind off of what happened in the closet last night. You hope.
You grab your car keys and lock your apartment door behind you, then climb down the stairs to the parking lot. You reach your car and open the door, sliding into the seat and starting the car up. You shut the door and click your seatbelt on, then pull out of your space.
It doesn't take long to reach the cafe. The door opens with a ding, and you navigate to a table next to a window. The waitress comes up and you order a coffee, which she writes down on her pad and takes into the kitchen. He sigh and rest your cheek in your hand, staring out of the window. Images of the kiss flash suddenly in your mind and you huff out an irritated breath. Why does this have you so worked up! It was just a little kiss, right?
The door lets out a ring. You don't even pay attention as a blond sits at a table in front of yours. You're too into your thoughts about a blon-WAIT. You look up sharply at him. Is that? Yup. It figures Dave Strider comes to the same cafe as you. You stare at him, questions flying through your head. Questions you needed to ask him. The waitress returns with your coffee. You hardly notice because you're already standing up and walking towards his booth.
"Strider!" You glare at him. He looks up from his cell phone and frowns as he recognizes you. But a smirk tugs at his mouth and he replies. "Couldn't get enough of me, Vantas?"
You growl at him. "Fuck you. I just have a few questions for you." He shrugs and you sit hesitantly across from him. You sit there for a moment, thinking of what to ask him first. "Okay, first question. Why did you kiss me?"
"Why did you kiss back?"
Anger fills you to the core and your face heats up. "I'll be asking the fucking questions, Strider!"
"Sure thing, Karkles." You glare. "Don't fucking call me that."
"Whoops, sorry. Do you prefer Karcrab?" You feel like punching him for that. You grit your teeth and hiss out, "No, I do not prefer Karcrab, you asshole. Answer my question. Why did you fucking kiss me?"
He only smirks more at this. "Because you're cute."
"I am not having this fight with you again. But whatever, on to my next question. Why did you just suddenly leave afterwards?"
He shrugs. "Decided that I wanted to get home at a decent hour. Is that such a bad thing?" You swear that this is the most obnxious fuckass that you have ever met. He grins sheepishly at you. "Why? Did you want me to stay and kiss you more?"
You blush madly, and he seems to notice judging by the increasing size of his smirk. "N-NO! I just..."
"You just what?"
"I guess I wanted answers last night. I never got them and it pissed me off."
"Aw. Poor baby."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Strider!"
"Make me." Now he really is messing with you. He's really trying to fuck with your head. And what's worse is that he's succeeding. You are pretty much about to strangle this boy.
A waitress comes up to take his order and you glare at him as he orders a coffee. God, this guy is getting to you, and you hate it so much that you can't stand it. He looks down at his phone again while he waits for his coffee, as if he's forgotten that you're right in front of him. "I'm talking to you." For some reason, you don't like him not paying attention to you. He replies without looking up. "I'm sorry, what what that, Kitkat?"
"Stop it with the fucking nicknames, already!" You are fuming now. And he can't seem to get enough of seeing you about to flip your shit.
"But they suit you. They're cute." He slips his phone into his pocket, resting his cheeks in his hands, looking at you. That or the napkin container. You can't really tell with those stupid shades of his on. You assume he's looking at you.
"I told you. I'm not getting into that again." He shrugs as his coffee is delivered to the table. Your own coffee has basically been forgotten. He sips out of his cup and goes back to his poker face. "So do you have any more questions, or are you just going to sit here? Not that I mind the company, though."
You think for a moment. "Okay, what's with the stupid shades?" He frowns at the question. "They aren't stupid. They're cool." You snort. "Cool? Bullshit."
"I wear them for reasons."
"What reasons?"
"Dave reasons."
"They sound so fucking logical." You roll your eyes. He just nods like he's a know-it-all. "Oh they are. Very, very logical."
He sips more on his coffee, making you remember yours. You sit up a bit, reaching over the seat to grab it off of the other table, drawing it over to this one. You sit back down and take a few sips of it. It's room temperature now.
"So this is a nice little date, huh?" You choke on your coffee. Coughing, you set the drink down on the table. "Wh-what the fuck?" You sputter, still trying to stop hacking up your lungs. He chuckles at you. He's teasing you again. And you, once again, fell for the bait.
"This is NOT a date, Dave Strider." You stare daggers at him. He only chuckles more. "Aw. And I was having such a great time."
"Fuck you." It is not a date. You just happen to be at a cafe. Sitting at the same booth. Drinking coffee together. It is definately not a date!
"When and where, Kitkat?" He smirks at you. Your face heats up more. "Th-that's not what I fucking meant!"
He grins and finishes off his coffee. You finish yours off as well. He pulls out his wallet. "I'll pay for both of us if you want." You draw your eyebrows together. Why would he want to pay for your coffee. "No. I'll pay for my own damn coffee." You pull out your wallet. You don't want to owe this douche anything. He shrugs. "Suit yourself."
You set your money on your original table. Dave stands up as well. He waves to you. "Well, It's been fun, Karkitten." You look at him. For some reason you don't want to stop talking to him. "Wait!" The word slips through your lips.
He tilts his head, smirking at you. "Yes? What is it?" You stay silent for a minute. "Well, I uh..."
He turns towards the door. "Just come on already if you want to keep talking." You pout a bit, and hesitate. He's walking away. Should you really follow after him? Who knows what this guy could do. After all, he jumped on your lips the first chance he got. Were you really going to stick with him? You stand there, watching him go through the door. No. It wasn't a good idea. You shouldn't go after this guy. He's obviously a total fuckass. A really good looking fuckass. And a jerk. You really shouldn't stay with him.
If that's the case, then why is it that moments later, you find yourself out the door and walking beside him?