Count On Me

Working With The Douchebag (part 2)

Dave doesn't answer his question and begins walking down the street.
"Hey! Who's bro?"
"He's bro."
"That doesn't help."
Just as he finishes his sentence a grey van pulls up and the door slides open,
"Sup Dirk?"
Dave's brother is the one who opened the door, he nods in response to Dave's question and slightly glances at John. Well he thinks he glances at him, it's hard to tell with his shades.
Dave climbs in and looks back at John,
"You comin'?"
John nods and climbs in. As he does he smells, what seems to be, apple and cinnamon. He takes a seat and puts his seatbelt on, where as Dave simply sits and looks to the driver.
"Seatbelt"
Dirk says, glaring at Dave. Again, he assumes he's glaring.
"Nah"
"Yes"
"Nah"
"Dave"
"Dirk"
"The both of you fuckin' quit it."
They both stay quiet and look away from each other. Who knew they could be so childish.
"And, Dave."
"Yeah"
"Seatbelt, now."
Dave groans and puts it on,
"Just because you're a 'badass' and don't give a shit doesn't mean we want a fine."
"Whatever."
The driver shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Bro, do we still have Doritos?"
Dirk asks, looking at the driver.
"Pretty sure."
He replies, looking in the rear-view mirror.
-so that's bro-
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After a short period of time they pull up at a large apartment complex. They all climb out and John looks up at the enormous, grey building in front of him. The place looks sort of run down but that's probably only because the outside looks like it's never been cleaned.
"You coming inside or what?"
Dave asks, looking to him from the entrance of the building.
"Yeah."
He replies, walking up to the youngest Strider.
They all walk into the building and get in the elevator.
After a very awkward elevator ride they all move out into the hall and walk to their apartment.
Bro opens the door and flicks the light on, after all the striders are in John walks in and looks around. There are peculiar stuffed... Things everywhere. John honestly isn't sure what they would be, his uncertainty visible to the others.
"They're puppets."
Dirk tells him blankly.
"Smuppets to be exact. Bro sells them and shit."
Dave adds.
"Oh... Okay.."
"This way."
Dave says, walking down a small hall. John scuffs his feet a little, following him to what appears to be his room.
Dave and John enter the dark room, that light suddenly fills when Dave flicks a switch, Dave closes to door behind them and sits in his computer chair.
"So, what are we doing for this bullshit assessment?"
-Wow. You sound so happy about working with me-
"You sound happy about working with me."
"Well I would have preferred Terezi, or to be working by myself."
John glares at him,
-yeah and like I wanted to work with you-
Dave sighs,
"Look, can we just pretend we're friends when we're doing this shit? I don't wanna be arguing and I wanna pass."
-wait.. What?-
"Uh... Yeah.. Sure."
"Let's get this shit started then. What instruments do you play again?"
He asks, turning in his chair.
"Piano,"
John plainly says.
"Well, I might have an idea of what we can do."
"Don't keep it to yourself then."
"Okay,"
He says, leaning forward in his chair and joining his hands on his knees. {If that makes any sense at all?}
"Well, you could play some classical shit, I could find something more recent with similar chords and tada, an A."
-holy shit you actually have a brain and use it-
"Sounds like a half decent plan."
Dave opens his arms and a smirk spreads up his cheek,
"You're talking about the Dave Strider's plan."
"That's why I said its half decent."
Dave's smirk drops from his face and turns into a glare at John, while a grin spreads upon his own.
"Moving on."
He says in an irritated tone,
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Im fine."
Dave stands,
"Well I'm hungry so I'm getting food. Wait here."
He says as he walks out of the room.
John awkwardly sits down on Dave's bed, looking around at the walls. He hears a conversation through the wall, it sounds like Dirk and... Jake?
-well, I guess they *are* boyfriends..-
John hears his name said twice and he becomes confused.
Now, usually, John would not pry into someone's business or eavesdrop. But they were talking about him and his curiosity grew too much for him to handle. He put his ear closer to the wall and listened, breathing quietly so he could hear.
"What?"
Jake asks,
"Say that again."
"Are you deaf?"
"No it's just not really computing."
"For fucks sake, Jake. He likes him."
"Likes who?"
"John you dumbass!"
John's breath catches in his throat.
-WHAT?!-
"But he's a downright jerk to him."
"And you were a 'downright jerk' to me for a good three months before you asked me out."
".... Good point."
"Everyone thinks he's straight and he doesn't want to ruin his reputation. So he keeps being an ass."
John hears silence for a few minutes.
"Well is he going to-"
"What are you doing?"
Dave asks John as he walks in the room,
"You look like a freak doing that you know, well, more than usual."
John jumps and sits back normal, looking down at his feet.
"Well you just got weird all of a sudden."
John isn't even paying attention to Dave's words.
-..... He couldn't... He is straight. How does Dirk even know he likes me? Dave surely wouldn't have told him. But what if he did. And what if he does? Oh fuck...-
"John, John, John! Wakey wakey loser."
"What? Sorry..."
John says as he looks up at him.
-.... Well... He isn't that bad to look at... WHAT AM I THINKING?! IM STRAIGHT!! IM A FUCKING RULER AMONG RAINBOWS!-
"So, uh, when are we doing this?"
John asks, trying to draw any homosexual thoughts from his mind.
"Well I need you playing piano first, get you recorded and then mix it with my decks."
"I'm assuming you don't have a piano?"
Dave shakes his head.
"We'll have to do it at your house sometime."
"Dad's working tomorrow. You're fine to come over then."
"Why don't you want me around your dad?"
"When you pick on me I tell him. I don't think he'd really want the guy who bullies me at my house."
"... Oh..."
Dave says very quietly. John sighs,
"You're always giving me shit, I come home looking like shit, my dad questions it, and I explain what happened..."
"Nah. That's understandable.."
Another awkward silence arises.
"Hey.. If it means anything, you and I are... More alike than you think."
Dave says.
-....what the fuck? We're did that come from?-
"How? You're the cool, popular kid and my only friends are my cousin and Karkat."
"They're not my friends. I don't have friends. I have acquaintances."
{Fuck this got so deep XD }
"What about Vriska, and Terezi?"
"Just girls who hang around me. They don't know anything about me."
Another silence shows its head.
"Tell you what,"
Dave says, looking up at John.
"Why don't we get to know each other, seeing as we can't really do work."
-... What's the worst that can happen?-
"Sure, why not?"

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{and imma just leave you here XD sorry this took so long i was pretty stuck :/ I'll try to update more often though. :P bye}