"So then what do you want?" Dave's voice rings in irritation beside you.
You groan. "Dave, it's no big deal. You really don't have to get me anything."
"No big deal?" He scowls, shifting clothes around on a rack. "It's your birthday. Now choose something or I will. And I assure you it will be really weird."
"Aaaauuuugh fine!" You huff and walk off, wandering around the little store. Dave had taken you to the mall to find you a birthday present. You don't know why he's bothering, since your birthday isn't for a week.
Your eyes scan the store, searching for anything you like. You inspect a rack of shirts, picking through the group.
It's been months since the visit from Kankri. Around eight you think. He's promised to come down for your party - the one Dave insisted on throwing- alone this time. Thank Gog.
It is now July, and speeding towards your nineteenth birthday.
You pull out a black, short sleeved shirt, then scowl in distaste at the picture of a soccer ball on the front of it before sliding it back. Nest, you examine a black and grey striped shirt. This one isn't that bad, so you slip it out and walk it over to Dave.
He looks at it as you hold it up expectantly for him. "Finally found something you like, huh?"
You nod.
"Great." He smirks mischieviously. "Now go find some pants."
You growl at him and shove the shirt at him before making your way to the pants. He is laughing behind you.
After about fifteen minutes of stumbling wandering through the store, you pick out a pair of simple black pants.
Dave approves of your outfit and buys it for you. The two of you leave the store - Dave carrying the bag- and head to the food court for pizza.
The majority of the rest of the week consists of you not being allowed at Dave's apartment, since that's where the party will be held, sending out invites, - you decide to make the party relatively small- and working.
Dave got Dirk to pull a few strings with the manager of the apartment complex and arranged for the party to be down at the pool behind the building. Dirk has offered to put some music together and DJ for the occasion.
Eventually, the day arrives, and you are driven by Dave to the party. God you need to get a car.
He ushers you around the back of the building to a big fence. He opens the door and a million "happy birthdays" are yelled at you. Okay. So maybe a million is an exageration, but really who cares?
You walk in, unable to help yourself from grinning like an idiot. People are already dancing, swimming, and having a great time. You know that this is going to be a good day.
You scan the area and frown slightly as you notice that Gamzee and Terezi are missing. Gamzee sure has been preoccupied with her. You're starting to miss your friend. But you shake the thought away. Now's not the time to think about that. Now's the time to have fun!
Dave wraps his arms around your waist and kisses the top of your head. "What are you waiting for, babe?" He whispers. "This is your day to have a fucking blast." You laugh through your nose. "I'll try to get excited." You're teasing of course. You know you'll have a blast. "Then I guess I'll have to help you get excited, won't I?"
You have no time to question this before he grabs you and lifts you up into the air, carrying you bridal style. You gasp. "Wh-what are you doing, Dave! Don't do this with all of these people around!" But honestly you couldn't care less, despite the embarrasment.
"Shhhhh. Just trust me." He grins, carrying you into the bulk of the party. Party-goers grin and giggle as you're carried by. "Dave where are we going?" You giggle.
"You'll see." He continues pushing through the group of people.
"Dave? You better not be doing what I think you're doing..." You warn.
"That depends on what you think I'm doing." He stops in front of the pool.
"Dave! No, no, no! Don't you dare!" You growl at him, struggling to get out of his grasp.
Dave only laughs and hops off the edge of the pool and into the water. "FFFFUUUUUUU-" You are cut off as you hit the water. You both hit the surface at the same time, and you immediately pelt his face with water. "Dave! What was that for!" You laugh.
He only grins, righting his shades to the proper position. "Just trying to get you into the spirit of a Strider party."
You push at him, and he grabs you and hugs you to him, laughing lightly. You hug him back. "You could have waited until we were out of our clothes." You mutter.
"Where's the fun in that?"
You scoff and release him, swimming backwards. "You want fun? I'll show you fun." You scoop up a mouthful of water and spit it at him. "Hey!" He laughs and splashes you back. You giggle as the two of you begin attacking each other with water, neither of you caring about your clothes being soaked.
After at least an hour of bullshitting around in the pool, you both go up to his apartment to change your clothes.
He starts rummaging through his drawers. "Hmm. Let's see if I can find any clothes that won't totally engulf you."
You scoff. "Oh please! I am not that small!"
He snorts in response. "Sure, sure." He stands upright with one of his long sleeved shirts with a broken disk on it and a pair of black skinny jeans.
You take them. "Thanks."
"No problem." He says, and strips off his shirt. "Whoa, whoa, hey! Wait until I'm out of the room first, Dave."
"Dude we've gawked at each other's naked bodies before. What's it matter if you see me in my underwear?" He reasons, slipping off his pants. God damn his bluntness.
"I did not gawk." You mumble and slip off your shirt. He's right. You guess it's not a big deal, but it still brings butterflies to your stomache.
"I did." He grins at you. You blush and roll your eyes. "Wh-whatever just change already!" And you throw your soaked shirt at him. He laughs.
A few minutes later, you're both walking back into the party. John bounces up to the two of you. "You two are just too cute!" He beams. You blush and Dave chuckles, ruffling John's hair. "Thanks, Egderp."
He grins and looks at you. "Geez that shirt is huge on you." You growl. "Shut up! It's Dave's." But it is huge on you. You have to roll up the sleeves, and pull it over your shoulder. Not to mention that the skinny jeans aren't exactly skinny on you. But hey, it's comfortable and you won't turn down dry clothes.
John laughs. "Gosh, Dave. You really snagged a good one, huh?"
Dave grins. "Sure did."
John giggles and hops away. Dave grins sheepishly at you. "John sure did go on about you. I hope I don't have any competition." He teases. You hug closer to him. "You don't have to worry about competition. Trust me."
"Oh?" He turns you around and wraps his arms around your waist again. "And why is that?"
You know what you're about to say is overly corny and lame, but you don't care. You say it anyways. "Because, my heart is only yours."
Suddenly, Dave lets out a little squeal. You jump. "Wh-what was that?"
He laughs. "Sorry. Couldn't hold it in anymore, babe. I've been holding that squeal in since I met you. You're just too damn cute."
You go at least fifty shades redder, but you press your back against him. "You're so weird."
"You love it."
"Duh."
Eventually the party-goers all filter out few by few, and later, everyone is gone. You stay and help Dave and Dirk clean up some stuff before heading up to the apartment.
Dave goes into his room, and just as you're about to, Dirk stops you. He whispers something into your ear. You grin and he smirks at you before heading down the hall.
"Coming, Kitkat?" You hear Dave.
"Yeah." You enter his room and plop down on his bed. "God, I'm tired." You complain.
"Yeah, I know. Let's just get to sleep, alright?" He yawns, switching out the light and climbing in beside you. He sets his shades on the end table and wraps his arm over you, pulling you against him. You happily snuggle into the embrace.
"So admit it, babe. Best birthday you've ever had or what?"
You chuckle. "It was definately up there..."
"Oh you know it was the best. Admit it."
"Okay fine. Best birthday ever." You give in easily with a yawn.
"I love you, Karkat.." He whispers in your ear.
You smile. "I love you, to, Dave..."
He kisses your neck. "Night, babe."
You sense your time to strike. "Night, Dave Elizabeth Strider."
He jumps. "Wait, what?"
You snicker. "Lizzy."
"No, Karkat, don't you start calling me that. Seriously, bro. Anything but that name."
"shut up, Dave." You laugh.
"Make me." He retorts, and you can almost see him smirking through the darkness of the room.
"Is that a challenge?" You ask.
"What are you gonna do about it if it is?" He asks, as your eyes start to close from fatigue.
"I'm gonna accept the challenge."
AN: Wow that was a ridiculous wait. But I decided just to end it here. I thought it would be cute to end it the way it started. Thank you all for reading my first story! I hope you enjoyed it and look forward to seeing more from me! See ya!