Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no.

You had no problem admitting to yourself that you were smitten for Strider, because of one simple fact:

The Striders are too damn attractive.

Both of them are, what set Dave apart from his brother, though, was that he was your age (however he was tall enough to look a year or two older) and not gay. Only made sense, y,know? You begin to mentally slam your head into the bathroom sink because you totally forgot that Dave and Dirk are Sollux's neighbor in his apartment complex. But what could he be here for right now? Should you go out and say hi? You could just stay in here until he leaves. You begin to listen in on there conversation.

"Dude for the last time I'm not letting you 'borrow' any more of my food. Why don't you start storing your own food in your fridge instead of putting fucking swords in there?" You hear Sollux almost yell. Wow, if Sollux is this annoyed about this then Dave must come over asking for stuff a lot when you two aren't hanging out. You make a mental note to yourself to come over more often.

"Shhhh, dude calm down." Dave says, lowering his volume. "If someone hears you they could get suspicious and find out about the strifes. God knows they are way too awesome for anyone else to witness. Like, if someone caught tape of that shit and posted it somewhere, the CIA would be knocking at our door begging us to be their personal spy ninja hybrids and we'd be like 'is that even a job that exists?' And they'd be like 'no but you two are so fucking amazing we are currently making it a job just so you can work for us. We may also be kicked out of the complex but y'know." There's a very quick silence before asking, "Is anyone in here?" Shit. Did he hear you or something? Maybe he's just paranoid, Sollux will cover for you.

"It's just [Y/N] don't worry, you know I tell her everything she said she'd keep it safe."

Fuck you Sollux.

"Oh she is? Where is she then?" "Well for a while now she's been in-" "HEY GUYS!" You blurt out, cutting off Sollux as you walk into the living room. "Yo [Y/N], where have you been?" Dave asks, giving you a small nod. "She's been in the bathroom for who knows how long." Sollux butts in, completing the sentence you had interrupted. "Yeah I was splashing could water in my face because I feel kinda sick, like my forehead is hot, I think." You quickly ramble and lie, trying to explain yourself to keep things from getting awkward. It wasn't a full lie though, you were absent from school yesterday due to being sick and came to Sollux's place to get homework and just ended up staying. "Yikes, that sucks." Dave replies giving you a look of slight pity, but you probably wouldn't have even noticed if you weren't staring at his face, which by the way you should probably stop doing.

"Anyways," Dave continues to Sollux. "I'm just going to be taking like 3 apples because my place is out of apple juice." He starts to make his way over to the fridge with Sollux following behind.

"Strider you can't just make apple juice out of blended apples you idiot. Apple juice is made from concentrate, and to make that you have to-" "Nuh uh." Dave says as he puts his finger to the angry troll's lips, "Who said I was blending them? I'm going to juice them in Bro's juicer. Apple. Juice. Duh." He explains opening the fridge and taking out the desired fruit.

You can't help but laugh, "Like that's going to make the taste any different than blending?" He gives you a look, "At least it won't have any skin in it." He then moves his gaze over to Sollux, you seriously couldn't tell if he was genuinely mad or not. "I'll show you all. My homemade apple juice is going to be like fucking pure gold in a cup. Like that ambrosia shit the gods and goddesses used to drink." Thank god he's just going on another rant, even if that sounds like a bad thing, but whenever Dave rants it's usually him being funny. "And you." He points a finger at where you are currently lying down on the couch, "This juice is going to be so fucking majestic," he says making his way over to you, "that it's not going to cure you of whatever sickness you've got but it's going to give you wings and make you immortal and shit and I'll basically be your savior." He ends his monologue standing next to the couch towering over your body, trying to look intimidating, but you have to cover your mouth and hope he doesn't hear you snickering behind your hand. He raises an eyebrow at you, "Not the reaction I was hoping for but it's something." He shrugs and pushes his aviators up the brim of his nose. Dangit was that a bad thing? He is so hard to read.

"I'll be back in 15, cya." He says, saluting to the two of you before opening Sollux's door and closing it behind him. Sollux walks back over to the couch and pushes you off so he can sit down.

You hit the ground with a thud and he snickers as he picks up his game controller once again, but he then look down at you with concern, "Are you ok? You can like, get back up on the sofa y'know, I'm about to unpause the game."

"No," you respond quietly, staring st the ceiling, "I'm good here you can just keep playing."

"Pshh ok weirdo whatever you say, if you need something just holler from down there." Then you here the sounds of video game characters yelling and shooting at things. You still just lay there in disbelief.

That was the first time Dave Strider has spoken more than two sentences to you.