Sorry this took longer than expected ;~; But here we go!

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"Dave?! What are you doing here?!" I almost scream at the blond sitting on my bed.

Dave smirks at me from across the room. "And here I thought you'd be all excited and jumping all over me."

"B-But… You just… And my room... How did you get in here!?"

"Well, I've kinda been planning this for a while with your dad. He let me in, of course."

"Wait, you've been talking to my dad? How?"

"Shenanigans." Dave stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"What does that even—?" I was cut off by Dave pulling me outside the bedroom by my arm.

"C'mon, let's go eat. I'm starving."

"Sure thing," I chuckled, smiling brightly up at Dave. "Oh, and Dave?"

"Yeah, Egbert?" he looked down at me as we walked down the stairs.

"Hi!" I laughed and tackled him down the rest of the way.

"What the hell, Egbert!" Dave yelled at me, though he had a huge smile plastered across his face.

"Well I never said hi," I explained as I got off Dave's back and pulled him up. "It's just so crazy that you're here. I'm freaking out."

"Well, don't piss yourself. That would be a whole new level of lame I just won't even mess with."

I laugh and we head to the kitchen where my dad is still baking. I open the fridge and turn to my guest.

"Whaddaya wanna eat, Dave?"

"Actually, I was hoping to buy you lunch," he smirked. "Birthday treat."

"A-are ya sure?"

"Yup. As long as I get to pick the place."

"Of course. I'm up for anything, really." I close the fridge and hand Dave a box of apple juice.

He looks up at it from his seat at the kitchen table and smirks again. "Thanks, Egbert. I hope you have plenty of this stuff to last the whole week I'll be here." He pops the straw into the juice box as I gape at him.

"Wow, a whole week?" Dave nods as he sips his juice. "Sweet!"

We brofist and Dave finishes his juice, standing up to throw the empty pouch away. "So, I was thinking ice cream for lunch. Don't disagree because you already agreed to me choosing."

"Hey, I have no problem with that. Let's go!" I grab my new keys off the hook and turn to my dad. "Hey, Dad?"

He looks up from the cake he's frosting. "Yeah, son?"

"We're going out for ice cream, so we'll be back soon, okay?"

"Sure. You kids have fun!"

"Dad, I'm 18 now! I'm not a kid!" I laugh as Dave and I make our way outside and to the driveway.

"I have to admit," Dave says while circling around to the passenger's side. "It is a pretty sweet ass car." He swiftly opens the door and gets in.

"I know, right!" I beam at him as I get in, close my door, and start the car.

~Time skip~

At the ice cream parlour, Dave ordered a double-scoop of mint chocolate chip and I ordered cookies and cream. We sat by the window, across from each other, as we worked on our mounds of frozen creamery.

"So, how long have you been planning this visit?" I decide to ask to start conversation.

"A few months," Dave answered after swallowing a mouthful of ice cream. "It was hard saving money up. But it was definitely worth it." He took in another mouthful of mint chocolate chip.

"At least for me," I muttered, raising my ice cream cone to bite some more off, but ended up doing something completely uncool by accident.

I completely missed my mouth somehow –maybe it was the fact I was so nervous and he was right there and oh my gosh those freckles, that small smile, that everything—and ice cream ended up smudged on my cheek. I just sat there with a stupid look on my face.

And then an even more stupid look when Dave actually bended over the table suddenly and I felt his warm tongue on my cheek. I stared at him, wide-eyed, as I tried to find something to say.