You and Dave have never been too close. Sure you both knew each other, you had been going to the same school since kindergarten. But he was really quiet when the two of you were little and then suddenly he sky rocketed to popularity around middle school and went from not talking to you to way too out of your league to even hang out with you. Of course it's not like you're sad you're not as popular as him. You're happy with you're group of friends that consisted of you, Sollux, Karkat, Kanaya, Rose, Jade, and Nepeta. Terezi used to hang out with you all too, but then things got complicated between her and Karkat and she then joined Dave's group of friends that had already included he, John, and Vriska.

Even though she left, Terezi will still come and sit with you guys every once in a while and Dave, John, and Vriska will join her. That's probably the only times you and Dave have talked, but in was more like in a big group and you can't remember him ever saying anything directly to you. You'd still consider him a friend though and you hope he feels the same. Wait. Scratch that. You hope he thinks of you more than a friend. Like y'know that would be great but unlikely so you guess friend is a start? Dang, explaining your feelings is hard.

You snapped back into reality realizing that Sollux was now playing his game while sitting on the floor next to you. Aw, he was really lovey for once and you were to zoned out to notice. You were just about to comment on it when none other than Dave Strider barges through the door with... six drinks? How was he able to make six things of juice out of just three apples? Apparently, your moirail had the same question in mind.

"How did you make that many drinks out of three puny apples?"

"Naw man," Dave replies, hints of his Texan accent in his voice here and there. "Half of these are apple juice, the other half is water just in case one of you two end up being too fucking chicken to drink this liquid gold." He sits down on the floor, not questioning why you were both down there in the first place, and sitting next to you as to where you were now sitting in between he two guys. "But I got you ginger ale." He says to you, handing you the bottle of Canada Dry. "Bro said it's supposed to help people who are sick."

You you say thanks and take the can, not really knowing what to make of his gesture. Was he just a concerned friend? If so, get that worry that he doesn't think of you as a friend out of your head. However, does he tell Dirk about all of his friends? If not, he maybe, just maybe be interested, don't get your hopes up too high though. Either way you guess it's good for you because at least he doesn't think you're a nobody.

"But obviously before either of you have your backup drink." He begins, handing you two bottles of what honestly could pass as piss, "You need to try the new, the original, patent pending Strider Sider™." You get handed two and you pass one of them to Sollux, who cringes when he takes the drink.

"Cider is spelt with a C you moron, and you don't need to fucking say the TM." Sollux spits at him.

You start to laugh, "Yeah and are these in actual apple juice bottles? What happened to being all out of juice?"

Dave shrugs, "Might've just gotten some empty bottles from the recycling bin and washed em' out."

Your body recoils and you then push his arm, attempting to scoot him further away from you, "You are disgusting Dave Strider." He looks down at you not budging, despite your attempts. "Cute. But they were at the top of the bin so chill out. Just try it, okay?" You groan and slump over in defeat, putting your head on your knees. "Fine." You mumble, "But you two have to try it with me."

"Psh, whatever, if it gets Dave to shut up." Sollux agrees. However, Dave is actually a little hesitant. "Naw y'all Strider Sider™ is all about customer satisfaction. Don't matter if I like i-"

"Fuck no Strider." Sollux interrupts, leaning over you slightly so he can look Dave as much in the eye as he can without pulling off his shades. "You made this monstrosity so you're going to try it with us." "Yeah Dave, too fucking chicken?" You added.

Dave takes a long pause and sighs. He then picks up the juice at his side, unscrews the cap, and brings it to his lips. "On the count of three, we all take a sip. No not a sip, a swig. Like we were some cowboys who just lost their jobs on the ranch and they come to the bar to get a shot of whisky because it's been a really long shitty day and they need to drink the pain away so they can be ready for the showdown tomorrow in the middle of town at high noon." You tilt your head to the side and give him a confused look, "That didn't make any sense but ok?"

Sollux groans, "He's just stalling because he IS too chicken. That's why I'm gonna be counting before he can go on another rant and waste another five fucking minutes of our time, kapeesh?" You flinch, "Yeah sure just say it though don't spray it." Dave try's to stifle a chuckle at your comment but fails. Wow, he must've put actual piss if he's so nervous to try it that he is actually showing emotion. It's kinda cute, thoug-

"One."

Fuck wait shit unscrew the cap unscrew the cap.

"Two"

Come ON now you just look like a floundering idiot in front of Dave because you were staring at him again. Dave reaches over and with one twist takes the cap off. Amazing. The one time he notices you. God damnit-

"Three."