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I open the envelope to see 17 (100 dollar bills). A check of even more. Backstage/green room pass. A completely funded week to travel with them on tour. Dave Striders phone number?! Like 20 gift cards. How tf did that asswipe fit this all in an envelope...? That's not the main question. Why'd he give it to me? I'm literally just a 19 yr old waiter at a maid cafe that isn't even a maid cafe. I'm short, I'm grumpy. There's no traits about me that anyone would find interesting. He's probably playing with me. Yet... the way his stare was locked on me. Makes me question his motives. I don't understand you Dave Strider. And I never will.
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I went home trying not to panic. The thought of getting that prize make my entire body die. Should I text him? What?! No I shouldn't! Should I...? Fuckkkkk. No. Just relax. Draw. Listen to music. I rush up into my room and slam the door. He was just being a flirt. There's no way he actually cares. I toss the envelope on my bed and immediately sit down at my desk. My hand reaches for the pencil. I begin drawing. Music floods my ears. I hum lightly as my hand takes flight. Tracing outlines and every tiny detail. I get so consumed in the music that I forget what I am drawing. I don't even know what music I'm listen. I guess I'm lost in thought. Screaming at myself. When my playlist pauses I find myself pulled out of the trace. Oh dear god. I back up in my desk chair and cover my eyes.
"...GET OUT OF MY HEAD... JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD..." my face heats up.
"...UGHHHHHH..." I groan and look up at my ceiling. I can't be love sick. I just met the guy. My fists pound lightly on my forehead. Maybe I need sleep. Yeah, that should clear my mind.
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I just wanted an autograph {Davekat/BandAU}
Fanfiction"SO THERE'S THIS BAND. I DON'T LIKE IT OR ANYTHING JUS-" "Karkat, Bub. We Know You Love 'Strilondes'. Yes We Will Take You To Get An Autograph." Not my characters!!! Inspo: Archiveofourown, (I can't remember the name. fuck)
