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I wake up with a groan and look around the room I'm in with confusion. Then the headache hits and I moan, leaning my head forward and curling back up under the sheets. This really isn't an ideal situation to wake up to. Not going to lie. As if that wasn't enough for whatever time it is today, I notice something else about my current location. This is not my bed, which I know because it smells like apple juice and the duvet is covered in spades, clubs, and diamonds. This is... This is Dave-fucking-Elizabeth Strider's bed. I'm going to kill him. But first, it is probably a good idea to work out why I'm here.
Ignoring my aching head, I stand up and give myself a once over. I am wearing what looks to be one of the soon to be dead Strider's broken record shirts and a pair or shorts. The shorts I remember from last night when I visited the brothers after a shitty day at the coffee shop where I work. The shirt, however, is new, and I find it slightly worrying that I am wearing it. But whatever, I have another priority right now. My (length) hair is a mess but that doesn't matter at the moment, so I walk to the door to the room, fling it open and storm out into the living room, where, amongst the various puppets and other things, is one Dirk Strider. "Hey. Where's the other one?" That's all it takes for him to point into the kitchen, the slight smirk on his face the only indication of how funny he finds this whole situation, as his anime shades cover his eyes. I stride into the kitchen and am immediately confronted with the younger Strider, stood at the stove in his boxers and a pink apron, making something that smells suspiciously like bacon. "Oi, Strider. Care to explain what the hell I'm doing in your bed, in one of your shirts?" Dave turns and stares at me, before opening his mouth once, closing it and then actually speaking in the usual monotonous tone. "You fell asleep and last night we ate pizza, which you managed to drop on yourself so I lent you a shirt."
Well then. That's not really the answer I was expecting from him. To be honest, I was expecting something less innocent than that, but I should really be glad that last night remained innocent. I think. I do have a slight crush on the cool kid, but that crush is absolutely one sided as there is no way I'm his type. My (body type) body, (length and color) hair and (eye color) eyes are just not what he goes for. And I've seen the type of girls who fawn over him. I repeat, I'm not his type. Dave turns back to the stove and I cock an eyebrow, moving to stand next to him and watch as he does a pretty decent job of frying bacon. "So... Since when can you actually cook? Last time I checked the reason you two constantly have take-out is because neither of you two is competent in the kitchen." I am rewarded for my observation with a slight chuckle from the blonde, and his attention is once again on me as he takes the bacon out of the pan and puts it on two plates. "From what I heard, you won't be around to save us from bad cooking for much longer, so I learned." That's right. Pretty soon I'll be going away to study for (dream job) and my only contact method for Dave and Dirk will be through pesterchum or a video chatting app. It'll be really weird to be away from them, after living within 5 minutes of them for so long. I guess that's just another thing I'll have to get used too.
Before I can reply to him, Dave passes me the plate of bacon and motions for me to sit at the little table they set up in the kitchen, which I do, and he joins me. "So, did you actually sleep okay? I can be a pain in the ass when I sleep." I chuckle at this, and nod, "Yeah I slept well, but you're right, you can be a pain in the butt at night. I don't think you stayed still for more than 2 minutes." His lip twitches at this, and he pushes his shades up before frowning. "Dave, what's up?" He stays silent for a little longer before looking up at me, and regardless of the shades, I can tell he's staring right into my eyes. "Do... Do you have to go away to study?" This takes me by surprise, as I didn't think he cared about whether I stayed or went. "Uh... Well I don't really have too per-say, but the best school for what I want to do is in (state or country) so, since I got in, I'd love to go." His frown increases now, and he shifts in his chair. "But if there is a school closer, why can't you go there? Won't you miss your friends?" It's my turn to frown now as I push a strand of hair out of my eyes and sigh. "Dave... Fuck, of course, I'll miss all of you. Especially you and Dirk if I'm honest. You two have been there for me through some really shitty times in my life and I don't like the idea of leaving that behind. Despite that, though, this is my dream job and I don't want to pass this up." He actually stands up now, ignoring his food and kneels down next to me. "Fucking hell, I don't want you to leave ____. I hate the fact that if you go away to study you'll probably meet some guy who you'll fall in love with and all that shit. And when that happens and I receive an invite to your wedding I swear I'll fly so spectacularly off the handle that I'd get 11 out of 10 from all the professional stick-up-their-butt judges in the world." His rambling makes me laugh, but then part at the end confuses me. "Dave, why is it so important to you that I meet some guy? I mean, it's not like anyone here likes me." He bristles at that and stands up quickly, pulling me with him and pressing his lips to mine almost desperately, before pulling away and staring at me again. "I fucking like you ____. A lot."
I'm stunned at this, and it takes me a few seconds to respond in any way to his declaration. When I do manage to respond, though, my response comes in the form of launching myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and giggling into his neck. He freezes when I first move but is quick to hug me back, unsure of what to say. "Shit Dave... I like you too. A lot. If it really matters to you I'll stay within the state and study for my job here." The first thing he does after this is laugh, but that quickly devolves into him lifting me up and spinning me around, causing me to squeal. After he puts me down, we kiss again, and he smiles, genuinely grins like a Cheshire cat. "____, will you date me?" I return his grin and nod happily, before we walk hand in hand back to his room to sleep, ignoring the food we left behind and the wolf whistle from Dirk as we pass.
The End...Or is it?