hey back again. i liked to say thanks for the reviews, not many but its always nice to get a compliment. hears chapter 3, sorry if Dave's a little ooc (i think thats the term) i tried my best however im new at this stuff =D. reviews and positive criticism welcome. Arahs xx
It was about what, one in the morning? And damn did Dave feel like a piece of shit. Wait, no he was below shit, he was the shit below the highest shits foot, not even worthy of the shits above presences.
And thank Jegus that the music store was still open at these times. In all honesty their tracks were shit as hell, and Dave never really went there to get the music it just gave him something to do. It was not a place that people would look for him, so really it was just a getaway. Tonight was no different. It was meant to be his shift, patrolling the town, looking for things that people wouldn't normally see; demons and so on. Just thank the Lalonde's for doing it for him. He really needed the break, but by god did he have it in for tomorrow, the Strider Dirk was going to mow him down.
And Dave was his name.
Well it was official, from all the lack of sleep and food, Dave's mind had made a beautiful pirouette of the rollercoaster he call a mind. He might as well start talking to himself at this rate; it was the first sign of madness.
Shit, Dave was not expecting that, most likely because he was too lost in his own mind to actually pay attention to the world around him. Wouldn't bro like that, another thing to pester him about; His impeccable skill in being able to sense and see his surroundings, or lack of thereof.
It wasn't like he had been attacked or anything, thank Jegus, but still he hadn't expected to see that, and now he was just standing near the door gawping like some fucking creep. Wonderful.
This had all been after Dave had got Rose to take over his patrol shift for the night. It wasn't like he just handed it over to her and expected her to do it, she had offered. It was then that Dave had decided that tonight was the night to make his weekly visit to the music shop, ignoring rose's orders. It was old, battered, and had a distinct smell which wasn't all that bad once you got used to it. It was the smell of thick smoke, tar and other unpleasant stuff he really didn't want to delve deep in to. But hell what was he expecting from a shop situated right in an alley, at the far side of town with broken lights outside? Nothing much. But still even with its appearance and smell, and the fact that it looked like a drug den Casey still had a unique charm to it. One being its name, the other being the little sign under it. From the looks of it the sign just looked like a really weird H. It hung crooked on the building, looking like it could fall off any moment. It wasn't the first time Dave had seen this sign. It was lightly scattered amongst Derse with little significant. He would normally shake it off as one of the little corporations that owned other business. But there was just something about it that didn't sit right with him. Like he had seen it before. Maybe he will talk to the others about it.
But still even with the creepy ass sign, Casey's beauty couldn't be taken away from her. The records were still shit though, nothing compared to what him, dirk and bro would lay down. And half the time the only people Casey would attract would be older males or grumpy assholes looking for music lost with the times. Either way he definitely was not there for the company she offered, no way.
On the way to the store itself Dave had shoved his hands in to his jeans pockets after shoving on his bright red headphones to match his red hoodie complete with shades. Dave never went anywhere without his shades, it was just the way he was raised. It was a strider thing. As he walked down the alley way that headed straight for Casey's he let the beats of his music drown out the claps of thunder and the patter of rain. The storm was clearing but not fast enough.
Dave just couldn't stop thinking about the H under the name of the run down store. He could see it in the distance, it fuchsia hue stood out compared to the yellow of Casey's neon sign. It just kept bugging Dave, and he had no damn idea why, there was just something tugging at him that seemed wrong about it.
It was only when Dave had actually entered the store lost in his thoughts about that creepy ass sign taking his headphones off did he nearly miss the new guy behind the counter. And that was exactly what Dave was not expecting.
The dude looked roughly about his age, meaning that he was most likely 19 or around about that. He was not tanned but nowhere near extremely pale, he could match Dave's skin colour maybe a shade or two darker. He was currently hunched over the desk, his face resting on one of his fists giving Dave a perfect view of his face. A face that was currently scrunched up in one of the most deadly of scowls in the history of scowls that Dave could ever imagine. And his eyes, which were surprisingly a red much like Dave's own, glaring daggers straight at him. And from the aura that Dave could feel rolling of him in waves, he most certainly was not up for any of his shit. His hair was currently hanging over his eyes, covering them in shadow which was just making him look even more deadly. His whole composure was practically screaming do not approach me, which was a real shame, he still looked cute even with that little scowl. The dude could be classed as an albino if it wasn't for his brown locks, or the darker shade of the skin.
From the looks of the guy it obviously was not his first time working here, or maybe Dave never paid attention. Shit he didn't know, and he was too tired to think much about it.
But Jegus be damned this guy was kinda hot, at least from Dave's current viewpoint.
Well okay it had become official that Dave was in dream land, everything at this second was cute or hot, however the grumpy one was currently standing out far more than anything. It was becoming more and more tempting to ask the guys name, or at least attempted to get his number or something; this guy was someone Dave currently was not willing to lose sight on. Besides Dave never had trouble chatting up anyone, and he had a certain charm that could turn even the straightest of straight men gay. It was just a strider thing.
Talking of losing sight, where the hell did he go?
A tug of disappointment pulled at Dave's heart. It seemed that he was just another that got away: well that was until an insistent tapping on his shoulder made him turn round. Ah there he was! In all his angry glory, who currently was giving Dave an evil look
He just could help the smirk as Dave turned around to face him completely. The guy himself wasn't someone that would be classed as short, but hell he was Dave strider, if he wished to call someone short, angry and cute, then by Jegus he would. In truth the boy was only a bit shorter than Dave himself, the tip of his head reaching just below his nose, making the boy have to crane his neck slightly to get a good look at him. Never the less the height difference seemed to have little to no effect of the boy himself, well maybe a bit more than a little, seeing as he was looking a bit more pissed off than previously as he pulled his arms across his torso with a scowl ever present.
'Can I fucking help you?'
Wait what? It only took Dave a second to realise that indeed he had been registering him; most likely about the stoic stare Dave had been giving him. Or the one he thought that Dave was giving, seeing as the shades covered his eyes. On the other hand perhaps it was just so he could remove Dave from loitering; either way he didn't look the slightest bit pleased. Oh and how he looked cute when his eyebrows twitch along with his hands in anger.
'Did I fucking stutter? Can I fucking help you with some sort of shit you wish to purchase, from this shit stain of a store that I have personally lowered myself down to fucking tolerate working here. Or are you fucking wasting my time asshole!'
Seriously?
Did this guy just known how cute he was? The way his eyes were glaring up at Dave with defiance or the way one hand was clutched into a tight fist around his sleeve while the other was waving around in the air as he continued on ranting. by Jegus he was cute, and Dave knew that he was repeating himself repeatedly but he just couldn't stop thinking it. He defiantly needed some sleep.
Apart from the guy being obviously cute, from what Dave could see he was a very, very loud and boisterous person, who had a bad habit of overusing the work fuck and shit.
A few minutes of awkward silence passed between them until Dave noticed that the guy was still expecting an answer from him. Damn well better not disappoint.
'Thanks, but no. I aint no stray, I know my way round cutie'
Wow okay, Dave definitely was not himself. He had just flat out called some dude 'cutie' god he really needed to get his head in the game, or at least out of his arse. If Dave could he would of face palmed but it wasn't worth embarrassing himself even more.
Though looking at the guy he didn't seem to be affected, seeing as his scowl was still the same and was still plastered across his face. Did this happen often? Or maybe he just didn't hear Dave. Most likely the latter, the former didn't sound too nice when put in to context.
'Did you just plain out hit on me?'
Guess not then. Neither of his guesses where right, and now h e just looked like a complete idiot, shame on him. He was putting the strider name to shame.
After a minuet of staring awkwardly at each other, the guy finally face palmed while letting out a long drawn sigh. Removing his palm from his face he started to massage his temple before looking Dave in the eyes again.
'Jegus, you're either drunk, or a druggie. Neither of which I partially care for; either go about you fucking business quickly, or carry you're fucking arse out of here.'
What? Was Dave really that tired that he looked like he was a druggy? Lucky then that he was wearing his shades, he didn't want to see how bad he looked underneath. His eyes probably had bags under them that looked like bruises. Well that what he gets for not going to sleep.
Knowing all too well that he in fact had nothing to do here, Dave jerked his head towards the door, indicating that he would be on his way out. But just as he turned around and headed towards the door to leave, his head lowered and hand back in his hoodie pockets, something came crashing into him. Luckily it was only on the shoulder, he really didn't think that he could survive full impact. Never the less it still took Dave a second to steady himself before he would end up sprawled on the floor looking even more like an idiot. Slowly he turned his head towards the source of the bumping into, or whatever; only to find himself face to face with yet another cute ass guy. The urge to face palm himself was getting even stronger as the seconds went on. Dave could not deal with everyone he was seeing being cute, it was playing on his mind to much. And if there was one thing striders didn't do, that was thinking on things too much. The guy himself currently didn't look any better than Dave himself; he was a nervous wreck, barely able to keep himself in the same spot without his body shifting constantly as well as his eyes. It was like the guy was expecting anything to come out of nowhere and attack him, and by the way he was shifting and shaking he looked like he could bolt at any second. His blue eyes looked at Dave through thick glasses taking only a quick glance, looking up and down in a none 'I'm checking you out way' and more of 'I'm checking to see I'm your about to attack me' before muttering the quickest sorry Dave had ever heard before turning his attention back to the brunet that Dave had being talking too.
If this was any normal circumstance Dave would have pressed for a better apology, but he wasn't in the mood and the guy looked like he was in a hurry. But there was just something familiar about the guy and his blue eyes now Dave came to think about. Probably something from his youth, maybe he had met him when he was younger. Most likely.
'Fucking john don't come bursting in here like that asshole'
Oh, that was his name, the one with the buck teeth. Dave would have stayed a bit longer now that the new guy caught his attention but he needed to clear his head. Without sparing a second glance at the two cuties behind him Dave continued his previous stroll toward the door, but not before he caught the goofy ones last sentence.
'Karkat. We have a problem, a big one'
Dave smiled, so the grumpy one name was Karkat was it, he was sure to remember it for the future. Now with a smile on his face Dave made his way down the street and only was about a few feet away from Casey's and the weird ass sign before his phone moaned. Yes his ringtone was a moan, don't judge. Quickly pulling out his phone Dave checked who had the nerve to text him at this hour, seeing as he didn't have many contacts and most knew that he wasn't one to be text at this un godly hour.
Oh rose, okay what the hell did she want. Dave opened up the message only to be faced with a long ass text in the only language known as roses. At this he physically groaned. He was not in the mood to read such a long text, but he knew rose only texted if she had reason to and goods reason at that.
'Dave sorry for the inconvenience; I understand that I had sent you off home to go to bed and get some food to regain much needed energy levels. Never the less instead of listening to my advice, I have a feeling that you completely ignored me, you most likely mad you way to Casey's ...'
Jegus this woman was a mind reader, Dave just knew it. Some freaky ass mind reader who was into wizard novels. He looked up at the sky, it was still dark out apart from the street lights that gave off an eerie glow with a light drizzle, not as bad as before but still. Letting out yet another groan Dave returned his attention yet again to the screen currently in his hand.
'However I have some urgent news that I cannot convey across the phone, and as I have spent the time texting you I would much appreciate it if you came over. Roxy is here as well as dirk, and bro. saying this I do believe you have no choice on the matter, but I find using manners is always polite. To summarize we have had a 'sighting' and that all I can currently say. I expect you to be here within the hour Dave, better get moving.
Fucking Lalonde, one minute was all he had been asking for. But this seemed urgent and a sighting was never good news. And if Dave was correct the term sighting meant that there was surely more to come. Shit he better get moving; today was not the day Dave wanted to be killed by Dirk or bro.
And like that Dave was sprinting down the street towards the meeting place, away from sight and too far away from Casey's to hear the hushed whispers of two figures at the side.
'They found us, the guardians. Th...They're dead.'
untill next time guys, ill try to update soon. hope you enjoyed.