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Your name is John Egbert, and you just shoved Dave off the bed, probably killing his massive boner.
You look at him as he looks defeated and annoyed. You giggle at the sight of him trying to get up without messing his cool. He looks at you and says, "What the hell should we do now, since you just killed me back there." He gives you a blank stare, at least that's what you think.
You think for a moment, trying not to think about what just happened. Gosh, you didn't think you could tease him as much as he did to you. You look at him straight in the eye - you think - and tell him, "Truth or Dare could be fun!" you wanted to know what was up his sleeve, and you wanted to see if you could knock him off his horse. He raises his eyebrows as he gets up from the ground and takes your head into his hands. He makes his head leveled to yours, making you get a little shade of pink spread across your pale cheeks.
You've never been great with romance, which probably explains why you pushed him away a few minutes ago. He opens his mouth just to say some words that makes you run wild, "Let the games begin..". The words spread redness on your cheeks, spreading to the tips of your ears. He said it in that low Texas accent that you happened to love. You could tell he did indeed have some tricks up his sleeve, and may outrun you; the trickster.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you think this could be ironically fun. The idea of getting in Johns little innocent mind could be just enough to make you go insane. You wanted to know a lot of things, but most of all, you wanted to know if he was getting the hints, and loved you just as much as you do, or even more. You wanted to dare him so many things, but your not sure if he would enjoy them. That might be the key thing of having fun though.
He is currently blushing in the most adorable way possible, and you were definitely looking forward to that. He may be uncool, but he is adorable. Even at seventeen.
You have no clue what he's going to ask you, but you best be prepared for it. Some things you're nervous about, but you wont show it, nor say it.
Your name is Bro Strider, and you wonder why the little noises have stopped. You wonder if you should walk in, just to embarrass them, of course. See if Dave put duct tape around the boys mouth. Or something else.. You look around for a cup. There's one over on the counter. You grab it, and walk cool up to the boys bedroom and place the cup to the door, wondering what's going on.
Your name is John Egbert, and you are very excited.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you are eager for whats happening next.
Your name is Bro Strider, and you are eavesdropping just because you can.
You look at him as he looks defeated and annoyed. You giggle at the sight of him trying to get up without messing his cool. He looks at you and says, "What the hell should we do now, since you just killed me back there." He gives you a blank stare, at least that's what you think.
You think for a moment, trying not to think about what just happened. Gosh, you didn't think you could tease him as much as he did to you. You look at him straight in the eye - you think - and tell him, "Truth or Dare could be fun!" you wanted to know what was up his sleeve, and you wanted to see if you could knock him off his horse. He raises his eyebrows as he gets up from the ground and takes your head into his hands. He makes his head leveled to yours, making you get a little shade of pink spread across your pale cheeks.
You've never been great with romance, which probably explains why you pushed him away a few minutes ago. He opens his mouth just to say some words that makes you run wild, "Let the games begin..". The words spread redness on your cheeks, spreading to the tips of your ears. He said it in that low Texas accent that you happened to love. You could tell he did indeed have some tricks up his sleeve, and may outrun you; the trickster.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you think this could be ironically fun. The idea of getting in Johns little innocent mind could be just enough to make you go insane. You wanted to know a lot of things, but most of all, you wanted to know if he was getting the hints, and loved you just as much as you do, or even more. You wanted to dare him so many things, but your not sure if he would enjoy them. That might be the key thing of having fun though.
He is currently blushing in the most adorable way possible, and you were definitely looking forward to that. He may be uncool, but he is adorable. Even at seventeen.
You have no clue what he's going to ask you, but you best be prepared for it. Some things you're nervous about, but you wont show it, nor say it.
Your name is Bro Strider, and you wonder why the little noises have stopped. You wonder if you should walk in, just to embarrass them, of course. See if Dave put duct tape around the boys mouth. Or something else.. You look around for a cup. There's one over on the counter. You grab it, and walk cool up to the boys bedroom and place the cup to the door, wondering what's going on.
Your name is John Egbert, and you are very excited.
Your name is Dave Strider, and you are eager for whats happening next.
Your name is Bro Strider, and you are eavesdropping just because you can.
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After ten minutes of pacing, he got a text.
sorry i forgot to tell you. i'm not going to be home till really late.
Karkat rolled his eyes. That would've been nice to know a few hours ago. He had classes in the morning and staying up this late is going to kill him. He's not going to have any energy whatsoever. Maybe he would just call in sick tomorrow.
He sighed and headed towards the bedroom, crawling into the bed. After a while of tossing and turnin
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Karkat was different. You're not sure if it was his shockingly white hair or red eyes or the way he seemed to scowl at everything in your house. Maybe it was the way he would watch movies that were so girly they should spew sparkles and rainbows through the DVD player.
Or possibly it was the fact that he looked right at you the first time you saw him walk in through that door.
It was probably that.
And you should probably back up and explain some stuff.
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Your name is Bro Strider, and you are eavesdropping just because you can.
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Best. Sentance. EVER! your story ^^