Okay, next day story update. Yay ;33 I had a lot of fun writing this.

Quite a big chapter for Dave. I also stuck to first person. I think I like it better.

Accomplishments: I got green tea today, I hate tea ( Yeah stupid idea ) but I love it :D.

Dear Kitty Is Mew,

I saw your review two mins ago and that sucks that I couldn't of seen it sooner cuz I was about to upload this chapter when I saw another review had been posted XD. well anyway, your idea was so good but I'm going to try configure it into the next chapter.

"What did she tell you?" I say in a harsh tone. Oh shit. I think I'm scaring John. I'm a little pissed off that Rose has told something to John, though I don't know what she told him or why I'm so ticked-off about it. I decide to push for answers but that might be a bad idea in this situation, it might turn into... Okay off the subject.

John tells me that Roxy caught us kissing and he seems quire embarrassed about it. I kind of am, because after all your cousin seeing you smothering a guys face with your own isn't one of the things on my 'see Dave doing' list. John doesn't seem to take that info' well. Roxy knows I'm gay but I think Mr. red-face here isn't open about it. What if he isn't gay at all? What if he was just drunk and said those things and kissed me. What if he hates that we kissed? Is it disgusting to him? I bet it is. What if he really hates my eyes and doesn't have the same deal and went along with it? He didn't seem like he was lying...

Okay Strider, your mind is a speeding train about to go off the un-finished tracks. Calm down. How am I supposed to when the guy I have a strange attraction to might hate me? We see each other almost every day and he doesn't portray that he doesn't like me. What am I saying? We haven't talked since the party and that was a week ago! I haven't had as much as a message.

Oh... I don't know his pester chum handle. Lesson of today: Dave is an idiot.

Something jolts me backwards and I realise that John is driving away from the spot he parked in.

"Whoa, dude why did you start the car?" If that didn't make me sound any less idiotic then birds can speak English. The lord must ironically love me.

"I don't want to just sit in my car." Johns says with a smirk. Goddamn he's adorable.

"So where we going?" I say leaning back into the cold, smooth seat of John's small Ford Focus RS.

"I don't know. Want to go back to my place?"

Thank the merciful messiahs! Let me be a knight of time and relive this moment!

"Yeah sure, okay" Screaming internally doesn't help the 'not being a fourteen year old girl' policy. I turn to the window and prompt my head on my fist. Looking out the window (making sure John can't see me) I grin from ear-to-ear.

The drive to John's apartment is silent after that. It's just something about this car that makes it so tranquil.

The car stops and I open my eyes, wait when did I fall asleep? I hear a slam next to me, John has exited the car. I follow John, he takes me through faded halls until we reach his door. I'm so nervous; it's just going into the place he shelters at, so why am I worried? I ask myself too many questions. John puts his key in the door and unlocks it at a speed that is almost painful. How long does it take to turn a key? Finally the nerd opens the door and I practically rush him through it. The place is pretty simple. Its walls are painted with a soft blue, some being white. He had furnished his apartments living room with the necessities, couch, TV, a couple coffee tables and the classic Xbox 360. He sits down on his well-kept couch and invites me to sit.

"I was wondering-"I start off "what did...Rose say to you, exactly? If you don't mind answering." Dave strider: officially ruining the Strider image since 4/13.

John squirms giving me guilt ridden look.

"She told me about the time you almost gouged your eyes out" What?! She told him THAT. "Why would you do something like that, Dave?"

"What can I say? I was pretty fucked up back then. I did some pretty bad stuff. Things that I'm not proud of, one of them being hurting Rose." John will never understand the pain of uttering those words.

"Rose... What did you do to her?" He leans forward, his eyes filled with questions.

I rub the back of my head knocking my glasses slightly askew.

"I don't really want to say..."

"Is it painful?" He asks. I go to fix my glasses but they are lifted from my face. John has made his way over to me, closing the foot-and-a-half gap between us. I'm acutely aware of our thighs almost touching. Wow John, too close for me. Urges to attack, rising. Can't hold back. So small. Help me, anybody. A familiar warmth presses against my lips, heating my body.

That's it. The kid asked for it. All restraints are off. I wrap my arms around the small boy's slender waits and pull him closer. John repeatedly licks my lips, asking me to open my mouth. Nope, this princess has to work for her fucking prince. I tease him by slightly parting my lips and closing them again. I can tell he's getting frustrated with my antics because his hands grip my hair a little too hard. I make the mistake of smiling a bit, John however, takes this as an opportunity to jam his fucking tongue in my mouth! I can't say I was expecting that of him. We fight for dominance but I am not letting this little bitch win. Sorry John but this fight is over, no one can beat a Strider in an all out tongue battle.

A few minutes of mixing spit later (that sounds overly disgusting) things are starting to get heated. My sex drive is half on. John is wordlessly begging me to go father. I can't do it, as much as I want to... I can't. One: I've only known the guy for ten days. Two: For all I know he could be straight, even though the situation might suggest otherwise.

I open my eyes and spot the clock on the wall.

10:47pm

Shit! Bro is really going to kill me. Prepare for smuppet avalanche and jump scares by a certain evil Satan puppet. I pull away from John, who's sitting in my lap panting. Jesus, he's so fucking cute without his glasses. After regaining our breath he tries to kiss me again but I push him away softly.

"I have to go" I say. John pouts with disappointment.

"I don't want you to leave." He tightens his arms that are round my neck. I remove my hands from his hips and push him off me playfully.

"Neither do I but I have a curfew today." I smirk. My legs are stiff as I stand (like something else, ha. Now is not the time for sexual innuendos!). I spot my shades on the glass coffee table and pick them up, sliding them carefully onto my face. John walks with me to the door.

"Bye, Dave" He says giving me a soft kiss.

"See ya, Egderp. Oh Yea-"I bump the side of my fist on the palm of my hand. "Give me your pesterchum handle?"

"Sure, it's EctoBiologist" He smiles at the information shared.

"Thanks man, i'll message you sometime." I turn and wave my hand over my shoulder as I leave.

"Wait, Dave!" John shouts from the door.

"Yeah?" I look back to him.

"Where do you live?"

"Skaia apartments" He looks shocked.

"That's pretty far, I'll drive you."

"I don't have a choice do I?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Nope" John says with a smug tilt of his head.

The journey was silent again. Only the hum of the engine could be heard and the 'swish' of passing cars.

I say bye to John again and walk up to the double glass doors. I hear John pull out and drive off. I punch in the code and walk into the building. The whole way to my apartment leaves me to remember the past couple of hours. I can't help but smile the whole way to the cherry red door of the strider residence. I open the door and surprisingly there is no Cal or smuppets. I creep into the apartment and wait for an ambush by Bro. After five minutes I know that something is wrong. What is Dirk doing? He must be focused on his latest robot to care about me being late. I shuffle to my room. I was just about to open the door when I heard a moan coming from my idiot brother's room. That explains a lot. Motherfucker must have brought Jake back. I hum to myself. This could be a chance to embarrass Bro. Fuck it. I take it they haven't noticed my return so I Swing the door to Bro's room open, leaning against the door frame with my arms folded.

"So Jake, is it fun to fuck a total d-bag?" God this is priceless. Their faces look to me in horror, well Jake's is but dirk just looks slightly pissed. Jake takes the duvet and covers his face with it. I can see that his whole face is red, even his neck is starting to colour.

"Dave, What the fuck?!" Dirk yells. "Get the fuck out you little shit."

Okay, enough funny business. I turn and shut the door behind me, making sure Dirk sees me smirk before the door fully shuts. Well that was disturbing but worth it. I decide to retreat to my room for the night.

Dave you little shit.

I really love writing Dave, its so much fun ( even though I don't think I don't good job at it :/ )

Suggestions fo da next chapter:

- John, get into trouble for not concentrating

- Karkat, meet random stoner

- Dirk, be annoyed over your dick of a sibling

That's it :33

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