A/N; This is so late I am so sorry omg. But at least I'm updating? Anyways, for those of you who enjoy this series, I've recently gotten an Ao3 account. Because of that, I want this series to incorporate some ~intimate~ time between Dave and Bro. Because of 's guidelines, those chapters I will be posting onto Ao3. When a chapter like this comes along, I'll update here with a link to the actual chapter, and you can review there or here! What do you guys think? Please let me know, because all of you're feedback really helps.
Dave sat on the floor in front of the television in his and Bro's apartment, watching old men and women talk about New Year's. He saw all the sparkling lights in New York, all of the people partying on the streets, and the good feeling was all around them. But somehow, Dave felt lonely. Bro hadn't been home all day, and he figured he would actually live up to his promise to be home for this holiday, at least.
'Guess I should know better at this point,' Dave thought, sighing to himself solemnly. He was actually excited to be getting to spend this specific night with Bro, but he had, once again Dave knew, either forgotten or had blown him off. Bro was only sitting in his room, mere feet away from Dave, but he figured that he shouldn't make a big deal out of it. It would seem desperate and lame. Right? He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts as he got up to make himself some popcorn.
Dave looked around the small kitchen for a moment before finding the popcorn. Of course, being hidden under some of Bro's junk. He opened the microwave, only to find a Smuppet residing inside. Dave sighed, slowly becoming agitated, and threw the fleece monstrosity out of the way. He put the unpopped popcorn into the microwave, setting the timer for a minute, and pressing start. After most of the minute was up, Dave began listening to the five second countdown.
'Five…,'
Dave stared at the popping popcorn bag.
'Four…,'
He looked around the kitchen again, wondering where Bro could've put the salt this time.
'Three…,'
Dave sighed, knowing that it was useless.
'Two…,'
Dave jumped, feeling an arm slip around him and a hand slide over his mouth. He wriggled around, trying to free himself of whoever was connected to the arms.
'One…,'
Dave felt lips press against his cheek, and he blushed profusely, turning his head to the side only to see Bro there.
"Happy New Year, little man."
'Happy New Year!'