hellooooo i am so sorry for the wait, but as you may have noticed i already have quite a few other stories going aha. cute relationships are beginning to bloom when Dave runs into the mystery girl, again!

CHAPTER FIVE

Your name is Dave Strider and your bro, Egbert, will not leave you the fuck alone.

There goes your phone again, beep beep motherfucker you got a text. He will not stop bugging you about leaving the party early. You didn't want to admit after running into that...girl, that you weren't quite feeling that up to a party anymore.

You honestly had no clue why you couldn't get her out of your head, those emerald eyes, sparkling like the stars on her flowing dress. And her hair softly cascading down her back...fuck. Maybe you were under a spell. Maybe she's a witch or some shit like the modern kind. Can they even make love potions? Maybe it was in the booze.

You shake you head and hit yourself, stop being a fucking idiot. Your phone lit up for the hundredth time and you almost literally yelled in exasperation. Defeated, you quickly shot him a message on you're computer. He replied almost instantaneously.

TG: what the fuck do you want for godsake

EB: dave!

EB: haven't you read any of my texts?

TG: nope

EB: how come you left the party early?

EB: I would have thought you'd be getting with all the ladies ;B

You gulped and laughed nervously. What the fuck do you tell him? That you, the infamous Strider, is quite possibly maybe hopefully not in love with a random chick he met at a college party? You didn't know anything about her at all, but part of you wanted to.

TG: i just wasn't in the party mood

EB: yeah right! what happened?

Damn. He knows you way to well, maybe you should just tell him. He might give some advice after all. Fuck it, you're gonna ask. But no names. You don't want to run into the off chance of him knowing her and giving you shit about, 'ooooh Davey has a cruuuuush' or some shit. Nope, you did not want that.

TG: i met a girl.

EB: ooh? But i didn't see you leave with anyone?

TG: yeah i dunno man

TG: she was like

TG: the spawn of an angel and a goddess

TG: i can't stop thinking about her

TG: and no don't even say it

EB: say whaaaaat

EB: that dave is in looooove

TG: shoosh

TG: striders don't fall in love

TG: but i might want to get some advice

TG: maybe

EB: hahaha

EB: strider needs girl advice

EB: my little boy is growing up so fast

You roll your eyes and scoff. You hated admitting you needed advice. Fuck, you were the playboy master, every girl and guy would swoon at your feet. Holy shit. You said fucking 'were'. No no no, are. Dammit, this was worse that you thought.

TG: no no focus

TG: this is really bad i'm freaking the fuck out

EB: whoah whoah, okay

EB: well first who is she

TG: i only got a first name and i ain't telling you

TG: i'm keeping the little shred of dignity i have left

EB: you're a weirdo

EB: hmmm :B

EB: well how do you feel about her?

TG: uuhhhh

EB: gosh Dave, don't worry i won't laugh at you.

TG: you better not

TG: well

You pause, wondering how to put it. You don't want to sound like a cheesy goof. But unfortunately you do anyway.

TG: she's like, an angel fell from the stars

TG: she is literally the finest dame i've ever laid my shaded eyes on

EB: dude, i am so sorry but i honestly never though i'd hear you talk like that

EB: it is hilarious.

TG: fuck off egderp

TG: no but she literally fell

TG: right onto me so hard we fell over

TG: it was great

EB: oh?

EB: well i'd ask what she looks like but i don't think you'd tell me.

EB: but i guess i'd have to say think about how you really feel.

EB: if you're actually hardcore crushin on this girl i would try to find her.

EB: do you have her phone number at least?

TG: ...

TG: no

EB: shit dude

EB: how flustered were you?

TG: shut up

TG: well i only caught her name

TG: she was talking but i was

TG: ah

TG: distracted

EB: haha i'm sure you were

EB: hmm...well i'm sorry, i don't think i can offer much advice.

EB: oh wait!

EB: you met her at the party yeah?

TG: yeah

EB: then that means she might go to the college!

EB: which meaaaans

EB: that she probably lives and work nearby!

TG: 'nearby' isn't very specific yo

TG: but i guess that's a good deduction

TG: man though...i'm still confused

EB: it's okay Dave *pap pap*

EB: everyone gets hit hard when they fall in love for the first time.

TG: fuck you

TG: i'm not in 'love'

TG: what are these preposterous lies you spew

EB: i'm so convinced.

TG: i'll talk to ya later bro

TG: i need some caffeine to clear my head

EG: can't you just make some?

TG: nah man

TG: striders don't make their own sweet caffeinated beverages

EB: pfffft

EB: well see ya then, i hope i helped i bit.

EB: good luck finding mystery girl

TG: yeah, thanks

You sigh and massage your temples slowly. This whole situation is just bad. You should be happy about this right? It was the first time you liked someone so much, but it's not love. You can't allow yourself to love anyone, oh no. You've seen how that goes for everyone else. You are perfectly happy getting to browse in the pet store of fine fishes.

You groan and push yourself to your feet. Shit, it's pretty late. As you went out the door you noticed it was pretty damn dark outside. You really didn't feel like driving though. The walk to the nearest coffee place. Thank the heavens it's Starbucks and not some shitty place with a shady look to it. The bright interior was warm and a good break from the chilly night air.

You pulled your shoulders up and shivered, pushing through the door. A light jingling sprang through the warm air of the shop. You froze in your tracks, eyes wide in shock.

"Hello! May I help you, sir?"

It was her.

Standing there grinning at you with a bright smile that lifted your spirit, that dark hair tied back into a glorious, tangled braid. Green eyes sparkling behind her glasses. Holy fucking shit. There she was. Jade the mystery girl.