Dave X Reader

Old friend, New enemy

I got home that night safe and sound.

Not so much safe.

I was tempted to put the razor back to my arms, but each time I tried I just couldn't.

Dave's words kept flowing through my mind. He was keeping me from myself.

I ran into the kitchen, my sister, Natalie, was calling my name.

"(Y/n)!!!" She yelled.

She knew I needed to get to school, though I dreaded it.

She had laid out waffles that I didn't feel like eating.

Today, I decided to wear a grey sweater and some black jeans along with some grey converse.

Slight switch up, whats it gonna hurt?

Part of me felt happier today, though I couldn't explain why.

I ate one whole waffle today, that's a record.

I grabbed my backpack and ran outside awaiting my busses arrival

For a moment, I felt like everything was gonna be perfect today, when I knew it had to be somewhat shitty.

Every day has its equal shit portions.

I left my phone inside, I walked back inside to get it, when my bus passed right by.

Real funny world.

I grabbed my phone and walked back outside.

Guess I'd have to walk to school today

My ankle was still hurting, stomach a little bruised. So I was slightly limping, but I didn't think it was very noticeable. I mean I tried to fight it off anyway.

I was about halfway to school when a red, white, and black. (Mostly red)
SUV Convertible pulled onto the side of me.

I tried to ignore it after taking a look, when I did a double take.

"Dave?" I thought out loud.

"need a ride?" He asked calmly.

The thought of riding to school in Dave Strider's car was insane for such an introverted person like me.

But my ankle was very very bruised.

It may get worse if I just keep walking.

I opened the passenger side door and hopped in.

"Thanks" I said in a pretty genuine voice.

The soft hum of the car broke any real silence, though lack of speech still caused the shrill sound, the earsplitting, awful sound of an awkward silence.

I opened my mouth to start a conversation, when he beat me to it.

Adjusting his shades on his nose, he spoke.

"you seem happy today, why? n-not that it's a bad thing, I just– let me re word this whole phrase" he sighed.

I let out a soft giggle.

A soft giggle?

Giggling?

I wasn't really developing a crush on Strider was I? No.

I couldn't be.

It must be something in that waffle.

I could see the faintest blush creep from his cheeks to his ears and to his nose.

"don't laugh at me..." He nervously spoke. His tone of voice said he was joking about being hurt.

I laughed again.