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You are now Dave Strider. You just woke up from a rather... unusual dream. It was all shits and giggles till the frog showed up. Yup, it was a different kind of nightmare.

You got up and ran your hand through your hair. You ponder the same question as last night: why is John acting so weird? You need to know, it's driving you crazy.

You come downstairs to find Bro talking to Lil' Cal. That's normal, you think to yourself as you grab a bag of Doritos. You know it's not healthy- John has told you so for many years- but this is your first Dorito breakfast in a month. After all, YOLO.

You ignored the conversation between your mentally unstable Bro and his creepy-ass puppet until you leave the room. Then you hear your name.

"I know, dude. I've tried so hard to show Lil' Man." Silence. "I don't know if he likes him back!" Silence. "I can't go up to his dad! You know about my... problems with him." And, what a surprise silence. You shrugged and walked away. That was kinda ironic that the super cool dude is talking to a puppet. Yup, irony. Take notes.

Then your thoughts turn to more serious business. What was Bro trying to show you? Just add that to the long list of Life Questions of Dave Strider, you think. You walk into the bathroom and freshen up before going to school.

You were now on the bus, looking for a place to sit. You spot a head of black in the back seat of the bus. You walk over there and plop yourself down beside John.

"Sup, Egbert," you say to your best bro.

"H-hi, Dave," he stutters. A pale pink settles over his skin, and you can't help but notice it looks good on him. When TZ blushes, her's is a full out red blush that dominates her pale skin.

"Hot in here?" you ask, inquiring about his pink face. His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and he looked slightly... embarrassed?

"Um, yeah. A bit." What is wrong with him? He's usually blabbing about some shitty movie, like Con Air. It all really started yesterday... Wait! Was it because of the dared kiss?

You, John, and a couple of other people were bored, so you all met up at Karkat's. You tried to get through a screening of Fever Pitch, but you couldn't do it. Nope. It wasn't going to happen. So, being the idiot you are, you suggested the childish game called Truth-or-Dare.

After a couple of weenie dares and "revealing" truths, Karkat asked you the question: "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." You weren't a pussy. Karkat seemed to ponder over this for a while before deciding on a dare.

"Kiss. John." You shrugged and leaned over to John. He whimpered a little, showing you his fear. Behind your shades, you gave him a reassuring look. Then you came even closer.

When you finally connected lips with your best bro, there was a flame dancing in your heart, warming you from the inside out. It was similar to what you felt when you were with Terezi, but it was not nearly this powerful. You took initiative, deepening the kiss. You turned your head and reached your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer.

You couldn't help yourself. It felt so good, so... right. You felt John move his arms from the ground into your hair. With every turn of your head, he pulled tighter and tighter. Eventually, you both ran out of air, but the kiss lasted a good minute.

"No homo," John whispered breathlessly after you pulked away for good.

"Dude, if this is about the kiss, don't worry about it." That should call him down, right?

"That-that's- what? What about the kiss?" John said, perking up a bit after the mention of the kiss. Okay... you think.

"If you're all weird because of that dare, don't worry about it," you say trying to calm him down. "The kiss meant nothing to me."

John's face deflated in front of your eyes. His eyes seemed to drain of light at your statement. What did I say?

The bus came to a stop. You were at school.

"You alright, man?" you ask, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He bats it away.

"Just peachy," he says in a hurt voice. He gets up and shuffles off the bus.

You sit there, completely in shock. What just happened...?

Dave, why must you be this way? I'm really sorry for the long wait. A quick shout-out to my internet buddies: Roses-of-Envy and Keeblo. Please check them out, they're amazing.

I know this sounds kinda sad, but I was a little sad that I only got so many reviews. Thanks soo much to those of you that did. You made my day. Also, thanks for all the follows and the favorites, you guys.

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