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As you walk home from school, you think the day went pretty well. You got to know Dave a little, but he still didn't trust you. You didn't expect him to.

You enter your house upon arriving, and notice that your dad isn't home. You take this opportunity to use your archangel powers and speak to your supervisor.

"John," he answers, responding to your call. "What is it that you need?"

"I've entered Dave's life. I introduced myself and showed him my schedule and I'm friendly towards him. Am I over-doing it?" you ask, worried about Dave's cold attitude towards you.

"Well, just make sure you aren't smothering him. He's not used to friendly interaction with people, so he doesn't really know how to handle your approaches. Just make sure you leave him room to breathe."

"Alright," you reply. "But what do I do next?" you ask.

"Just give it time, John. Don't be impatient. Just do what your heart tells you to."

You almost roll your eyes. That sounds really cheesy, like a line from a Nic Cage movie. Thinking of this makes you grin. You like Nic Cage movies. "Alright," you find yourself replying again. You hear your dad's car in the driveway and bid your supervisor farewell. He wishes you luck and you disconnect from him, returning fully to your human body again. You begin doing your homework, and wait for your dad to finish cooking the meal he's started to prepare downstairs.

Your name is Dave Strider, and you don't know what to think of John. He seems nice enough, but you know first hand that things are not always what they seem. You decide that you'll give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, nothing can get worse than it already is. Yeah, you'll just give him the benefit of the doubt. It's the most you can offer to a stranger who's willing to be your friend.

Your name is Dave Strider, and you decide you can tolerate John. It has been about a month and a half since you met John, and things seem to be going well with him. Your grades are rising, your conferences went well, and you haven't hurt yourself since you met John. You have to admit, he's been good at cheering you up, so you haven't really felt the need to hurt yourself. He even invited you to his house for a sleepover. You haven't had one of those since you were like 13 or whatever, and although it sounded childish, you were fairly excited.

It is a Friday. The end of the week. In just a few minutes, you'll be boarding the bus with John and be on your way to his house with him. As the two of you walk together in the hallway, he makes conversation.

"So what do you wanna do when we get to my house? I have movies and video games and board games or we could just eat first or...," he babbles on. You patiently wait for an opening to speak, at which you'll suggest the two of you play a video game whilst eating. You eventually get the chance to say this, and John is quick to agree with your suggestion.

The two of you eventually board John's bus, and it doesn't take long before you are exiting it. John points out his house, and you both stroll towards it. John unlocks the door, and you step in after him, taking off your shoes when you see him remove his.

"My dad won't be home until like, 10 tonight," John informs you as he leads you to the kitchen.

"Okay," you reply with a nod. The two of you shuffle around in the kitchen until you find a bag of chips and a few cans of soda and head out to the living room.

"We can eat some real food later. Like takeout pizza or something," John suggests.

"Sounds cool to me," you reply as you sit on the couch. John tosses a Wii remote at you, which you catch with ease, and places a disc into the game console.

"What are we playing?" you ask as you pop open your drink, taking a sip.

John grins at you in his derpy sort of way. "Mario Kart," he tells you. You smirk.

"I'm going to kick your ass in this," you tell him.

"Pfft, yeah right. You wish," he retorts. The two of you set up your game rather aggressively. You pick Baby Mario as your character, and John chooses Princess Peach. You scoff at him, but he just continues grinning as he sets you guys up on Moo Moo Meadows. You roll your eyes and refrain from chuckling. God, this guy is such a predictable dork.

When you start the race, John beats you in the first round. You play again, but this time, you start the race going the wrong way. This confuses John, and you allow a small, playful grin to dwell on your face. As you round the track backwards with John still going forwards, you intentionally crash into his car.

"Hey!" he interjects, slightly peeved.

You turn to him and look at him real seriously.

"Tag. You're it," you say, speeding away.

"Oh, you're on!" John says, a clever, yet evil grin on his face. He flips his car around and begins tailing you backwards around the track.

After a little bit of back and forth tagging, you pull your car over. John passes you, but turns around and returns to where your car resides. John looks at you.

"What are you doing?" he asks as you carefully follow the cows in Moo Moo Meadows, bumping them lightly with your car occasionally.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" you respond with a straight face.

"Uh..."

"I'm herding cows, John."

John bursts out in a fit of laughter upon hearing this. You continue to herd the cows.

"It's for ironic purposes," you tell him. Almost everything you do is for ironic purposes.

John goes back around the track the right way for a few laps, thus ending the race, much to your disappointment. Of course, you didn't show that you were disappointed. Striders don't show stuff like that.

After John won the race, he turned off the game and got up off the couch, stretching as he did so. He then turned to you, asking,

"Want takeout pizza for dinner?"

"Sure," you reply, standing and stretching a bit as well.

"What kind?"

"Whatever you want is fine," you answer, shrugging nonchalantly. John nods at you and picks up the phone to order pizza. After that is over, he tells you it'll be about 20 minutes until the pizza would arrive. You say you're fine with that, and sit back down on the couch with the chips that had been long forgotten. You eat a few, but don't enjoy them very much. Pizza sounds much more appetizing to you. Shrugging, you take a sip of your soda instead.

John stays in the kitchen until the pizza arrives. When it does, he joins you in the living room. The two of you eat pizza in a slightly awkward silence until you catch John's eyes on you. But he isn't looking at your face. Confused, you follow his gaze to your-

Exposed arms. Shit.