Your Name is Dave Strider. You are the coolest, most apathetic, most ironic kid in the world and what makes that even better is that after that horrible game so many years back you are now in college sharing a dorm with your best friend in the world John Egbert. Right now you are on winter break in which instead of going home the two of you decided to stay at the dorm and let anybody who wants visit you there. Somehow John convinced you to watch Christmas movies with you and you are now sitting on the couch in front of your stupid TV watching it's a wonderful life with your best bro. Who just so happens to be curled up in your lap with a blanket around both of you which for some reason you found romantic. He said it was because the dorm was 'cold' and he still wasn't "a homosexual" so you let the dork do what he wanted. One of your arms was draped across the back of your couch the other around John's waist a bit awkwardly. You seemed to stare blankly at the TV but your, thankfully hidden by your ironic as hell sunglasses, eyes were on your Best bro who was way too into the movie to feel your eyes on him like he usually could. You sighed it was December 18th and you still hadn't gotten John anything for Christmas, you thought of confessing your odd affection that some could mistake for love to him but you ruled that thought out even before you could really process it. John had grown uncomfortable and shifted one hand lying awkwardly on the inside of your thigh the other very closely sitting to the one that was connected to the arm you had wrapped around the derp and his head now nuzzling your chest. Fighting the blush that threatened to stain your pale cheeks you decided to ignore the position until you couldn't stand it anymore. But you stood it. Yes you handled it for the rest of the movie and four others all about two hours long. Looking at the clock it is now around ten thirty at night John now grown bored from the movies is playing with the ironic as hell Christmas sweater you had bought to match your own. You move the blanket and john off of you before standing and sticking your hands in your pockets "Hey Egderp I'm kind of hungry, wanna go get a bite at the Chinese place across the street?" you asked. He gave you the cutest, dorkiest grin ever and nodded "Sure thing Dave, sounds cool" he said getting up and leaving the blanket on the couch to go put on a pair of pants. Wait, no wonder the damned stupid assed dork was cold he was in nothing but a pair of ridiculously short shorts which he claimed were very comfortable. Dave blushed now waiting by the door with his time gear jacket on. John scurried over his breath hoodie on and a stupid grin showing off his incredibly bucked teeth. Pausing the dork noticed you blush "What's wrong Dave?" he asked his head tilting to the side as he looked at you. Your blush fired up more red than your time symbol but you shook your head "nothing Egderp" you told him heading out the door and down the abandoned hallways.
ciara2coolFeatured By OwnerFeb 24, 2012Student General Artist
hn, I rather like the direction this is headed plotwise. Although I would suggest breaking things up a bit, and maybe not rushing it so much. Example: "You sighed it was December 18th and you still hadn't gotten John anything for Christmas, you thought of confessing your odd affection that some could mistake for love to him but you ruled that thought out even before you could really process it. John had grown uncomfortable and shifted one hand lying awkwardly on the inside of your thigh the other very closely sitting to the one that was connected to the arm you had wrapped around the derp and his head now nuzzling your chest." This appears to be a paragraph at a glance, but is actually only two sentences. I suggest maybe trying to sort of break it up a bit more. "You sigh. It's December 18th, and you still haven't gotten John anything for Christmas. You have thought of many things, such as confessing your odd affection for him. That one that some could mistake for love. You quickly ruled that thought out, even before you could really process or consider it. John is growing uncomfortable and shifts his position, one hand lying awkwardly on the inside of your thigh. His other now sits closer to your own hand, the one you wrapped around him moments ago. The derp now nuzzles your chest." I am only making this suggestion as a way to help you. I don't mean to offend or insult you, because I myself hate when others does that to me. But I honestly do enjoy your piece and am looking forward to reading the rest of it in a moment c: