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You awake in a daze, your intense amber eyes drifting open slowly. That's when the nausea, the headache, the consequences of last night hit you with brutal force. You moaned in agony as you turned and buried your face in your pillows. Somehow, you had gotten into your bed last night after a heavy drinking session.

You didn't know how much time passed by before you heard your door open and somebody step in. It had to have been one of your brothers or your sister. Dave Strider, Dirk Strider, or Roxy Lalonde. But you had a feeling it was Dave. Dirk is a master of stealth and Roxy wouldn't let a hangover catch up with her, so she'd be stumbling in. But of course you knew that.

"___?" You heard Dave's voice call your name and you turned your head to look at him. He had some Advil in one hand and a glass of water in the other with his usual expressionless expression. You reached out for them both and took the pills, washing them down with water and taking a few more sips before setting it on your nightstand. But Dave was still standing there, looking at you with his arms crossed. You knew you'd done something embarrassing last night, except you didn't know what it was. Yet. Though you dreaded to hear it.

"Yeah? What's up?" You croaked as you pulled a pillow down and hugged it close to your body. He sat down on the edge of the bed and adjusted his damn cool shades.

"You told me and Roxy all about your secret crush on that juggalo assclown last night."

He was talking about Gamzee Makara, a Highblood troll you accidentally fell in love with. But nobody knew that until NOW. You groaned and hid your face back into the pillow and, with of moan of pure mortification, you said "Oh dear god, what did I say?"

"Oh just apparently that you're all torn up inside about it and you wish he loved you back."

"You better not rap about it."

"What no just listen, you need to tell him how you feel. That little asshole has 'red rom' feelings about you or some shit. Whatever that means."

Your heart soared in your chest and practically jumped out of your throat. It meant he loved you in a romantic way, though it was his alien and troll way. But of course you already knew that too. But why was Dave talking to you about this? He's too cool for feelings.

"Would you mind telling me why YOU'RE the one talking to me about this?"

"Don't be a drama queen, you're my sister and this doesn't fly with me. Plus Roxy's already off her face as usual."

"Well... thanks, Dave." You gave him a warm smile as you lifted your face out of your pillow once more and you saw his lips twitch into his cocky signature smirk. "Yeah, whatever, don't get all sappy with me. Feel better, ____."

Then he pushed himself off your bed and left, the door clicking softly as it closed behind him. You sighed and cuddled your pillow, thinking about what you would say to Gamzee. Then, your messaging device went off. You ran your fingers over the sheets, looking for it without actually looking, until you felt your hand brush over it. You held it up to your face to see who it was and what they said.

-- terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling [chumhandle] [CH] --
TC: WhAt tHe mOtHeRfUcK iS uP, mY fInE mIrAcLe Of a SiS? : o ) HoNk!

You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach immediately as you stared down at the message. You contemplated what to say and when you figured it out, your fingers were quick to type it out.

CH: I just woke up with a massive hangover, I shouldn't have drank so much last night. What's up with you?

TC: AwWwW i'M sOrRy, ___. iF yOu gEt yOuRsElF aLl uP aNd fEeLiNg bEtTeR lAtEr, wHy dOnT yOu cOmE oVeR tO mY hIve aNd wE'lL mOtHeRfUcKiN' cHiLl? : o )

This is your chance. You can finally tell him how you feel and now you know he feels the same for you. You take a deep, shaky breath before typing out your next message.

CH: Okay! I just took some Advil and I'll drink some more water. I'll be over there soon!

TC: ThAt'S tHe MoThErFuCkiN BiTcH tItS, SiS! HoNk!

Now, the only thing left to do is wait until this monster rude hangover is over.