About an hour in the movie you can feel John's full weight coming onto you, so you assume he's probably dozing off. Sitting up slightly, you move him just a bit and glance at him. And you were half right, he's got an arm slung over his stomach, legs uncrossed and his eyes seem to be fighting to stay awake. As if he's trying to. For you maybe? Maybe. Smiling a bit at his reaction you tap his shoulder, earning a tired glance at you from behind those glasses. You lean down to whisper to him, making sure you don't disturb the others around you. "John, you know we can blow the movie if we want." He makes some sort of noise in agreement, stumbling up after-wards. You chuckle and glance over to the two figures staring at you. You shrug back, patting the seat next to Sollux's so karkat can sit. Surprisingly so, he does get up rather fast and sit. You raise your eyebrows and he promptly flips you off.
Behind your shades you roll your eyes, turning your attention back to John who's currently tugging on your arm trying to urge you along. Doing so, you tug his arm back and follow him out, a hand already stuffed down one of your jean pockets. Absent-mindedly fumbling with the small cell-phone that's burrowed there. It takes a few minutes, but finally John turns to you. Already seeming much more awake then he was before. He cuts you to the chase by the time your mouth is already open, and now hanging there lightly. He grins at you, that one grin that makes your heart flutter a little and makes your eyes light up. Not mention it boosts your mood up. "Gee Dave, I didn't know you were one to cuddle with your best bro's-" You cut him off with a hand up, shaking your head. "No man. No, not cuddling. Hugging, a'ight? Hugging." Your sentence earns you an eye-roll of blue and you watch as he places a hand on his hip.
For a moment, he tilts his head to the side, thinking or whatever. And after a terribly awkward silence of 3 minutes he pipes up again, speaking a lot more quietly and slowly. "If you would have let me finished, you would know I didn't mind it...and uh...I was wondering..." He trails off, voice faltering. And you can tell he's blushing, course you can see it but you're not entirely focusing on his upper face. More like his lips, you just sort of want to...reach out and...nah. You can't, there's no point in interrupting him again. So you just stand there, shifting your weight to one foot while your hands occupy themselves in the pockets of your jeans. Stretching and what not to distract you from nervousness or whatever.
It's another couple of minutes before he speaks again, voice still quiet and slow. But now there's a slight stutter, and you freeze up just as much as him. Way more nervous than you were before. "Uh...D-Dave I know you've only been here t-two days...and my dad's going to k-kill me but uh...Do you want to go-" "Yes" He's silent, clearly shocked. Your silently and mentally blushing, celebrating, whatever. Because you're pretty sure John Egbert. Your best friend. The guy you've been crushing on.
Has just asked YOU, Dave Strider. Lamest cool-kid on the planet, on a date. Yes.
A date. When you look back to him, he's got a sheepish grin on his face, hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he moves forward, embracing you in a quick hug. By the time you manage to wrap your shaking hands around the small of his back he's already pulling away.
And just to be sure, your throw out one last comment. "You did just ask me on a date right?" He laughs out-loud, startling some of the pedestrians that are still walking around you both. He nods, biting on his lower lip and reaching his hand out. You take it whole-heartedly. The two of you slowly striding out of the movie theater, hand-in-hand. Ignoring the glances and whispers that come your way, you don't care. You pretty much the happiest you have been in the longest time, oh and another thing. Your holding his hand and he's holding yours
You and Dave have decided to have you royal date next weekend, both agreeing rushing into one would probably be hell. You're quite proud of yourself, gaining up that courage to ask your best bro out. Honestly, you didn't know if you liked him that way or not, but hey you were happy and so was he. Grinning to yourself, you flop back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling while and soft chuckle comes from across the room. You turn your head, almost startled to see Dave there until you remember he has been sitting there. Probably watching you or something. Scrunching up your face at him, you push yourself up and stretch.
It's Sunday night, also the last night Dave's staying at your place. He moves into his house tomorrow. Or tonight but, your dad gave in for once and is letting him stay, while Bro's already at their apartment. It's not that far away from here, probably a 30 minute walk, or longer. Who knows? Sighing you glance over to a grinning Dave, who's obviously amused by you. He of course already knows you're off limits. Every part of you is...well. Kind of, bro-hugs are still allowed. But you made him swear he wouldn't try anything. At least not until the weekend comes around once again. The two of you have been yourselves, acting like nothing has happened and that Dave totally doesn't have a crush on you and that you two are totally not going on a date on Friday.
It's like a game. Aha, Nice once John. But really, it's awkward at times, like now. When you're just staring at him, him staring at you. But the only thing that's worse is that he doesn't have his shades on, and you can see him emotions. He seems happy; you can also see his freckles outlined by his slight blush. You don't doubt you have a similar matching one. And oh boy, you just...want to get up and kiss him or cuddle or...whatever. But just something, but you can't. You both promised each other and it's pretty hard to ignore it. You can tell he's struggling as well, but it's alright. You two aren't even dating, and you find it hard to believe that you ever will. Due to your dad of course. While the staring goes on, you finally break the gaze. And a while later, the two of you are lying back to back in your bed, resting your eyes and already dozing off.
But by the time the two of you get to school the next morning, there's already rumors flying. Whispers being spread as he walks besides you down the hall. Jocks are already giving you hard stares, the cheer-leaders sending sassy glances. Nerds are glaring, Goth's are glaring. Pretty much the typical stereo-type high schoolers are glaring. And the only ones who don't are two kids you don't know that well. And of course your friends. They do ask, but drop it when a sour expression comes to your face. Terezi and Vriska are pretty persistent though. And all is perfectly fine, until you see that one kid. That one kid no one really likes. Eridan. Eridan Ampora, followed by his 'gang' consisting of two other kids named Equius and Gamzee. By the time they reach your table, your already frozen and instantly dreading the words that are about to come out of their mouth.