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-Why don't we go with Egbert first?-

TG: seriously bro
TG: what are your plans
EB: for what?
TG: for your winter formal
TG: you mentioned it once and never talked about it again
TG: what are you doing
EB: oh, I don't know really.
EB: sit at home and watch some movies I guess?
TG: egbert
TG:  the fact that you are shying away from one of the most sicknasty pranking opportunities that has ever given you a lapdance makes me suspicious here
EB: jeez dave!
EB: maybe I just want to see nic cage's face again.
TG: gog no
TG: your man crush for him is just downright fucking creepy
EB: hehe, you're just jealous dave.
TG: did you hear that egbert
TG: that was the resounding sound of me not giving a single fuck about nicholas cage
EB: i see right through you, dave!
EB: you are soooooooo jealous.
TG: whatever
TG: you still haven't told me why youre not going
TG: wait brb
TG: cal is papping the shit out of my face with a piece of mail

     Oh, this was going to be gooooooood. You bounced up and down in your chair, impatiently awaiting his reply.

TG: egbert
TG: what in the hell did you send me???

     Holy shit, he actually used punctuation. You must really have caught him off guard.

EB: i don't know!
EB: what did i send you?

     You could just feel your Prankster's Gambit seizing in delight.

TG: you sent me a plane ticket for tomorrow
TG: a coupon for a free tux with a note to get something red
TG: and
TG: a motherfucking ticket to your winter formal
TG: you tricky little pranksterfuck
TG: you are dead the next time I see you john
TG: i hope you know that

     Hehe, he was so mad! You bet his pokerface was long gone by now.

EB: surprise!
TG: dont you surprise me
TG: why in the hell did you not tell me this earlier
EB: i wanted to surprise my boyfriend, that is why!
TG: you nearly gave me a heart attack john
TG: in my head i was thinking
TG: i cant even take him to a fucking dance what in the hell am i going to do
TG: i thought i was going to have to steal bros car and haul my sorry ass up to washington
EB: nope! hehe, I got you good!
EB: so, my dear dave strider...
EB: will you go to winter formal with me???
TG: since you asked so fucking nicely my precious little derp

     Oh, why did you always seem to swoon when he called you that?

TG: yes
TG: i will

---

      One day's time, and there you were, waiting in the airport for his flight to come in. You were already dressed in your royal blue tux, a blue tipped carnation pinned to your lapel, a red rose in the box in your hands. Once he got here, both of you would have to rush over to your school, since the only tickets that you could get were cutting it close in terms of time. When the gate opened and people began to pour through, you jumped up and down a bit, trying to find him in the crowd. He would probably notice you before you noticed him, considering you probably looked like an absolute idiot right now.
     "John, jumping around like a rabbit on speed isn't going to help you at all."
      You whirled around to face Dave, who was currently mini-smirking at your excited state. His tuxedo was perfect - a vibrant red that perfectly matched the eyes hiding under the shades. Combine the tuxedo with the sunglasses, and you could almost drown in the level of cool that he was currently exuding. But you were immune to that by now, and settled for a tacklehug that nearly took both of you to the floor. People were staring at you two by now, but you really didn't care.
      "Hey, Dave!" you chirped, staring into his eyes, arms wrapped around his waist. He held his arms around your waist as well, continuing to smirk. "I got you a flower!" You pinned the rose to his lapel while he looked around at the crowd. "You ready to go?" You could feel the prickling sensation of someone staring very sharp daggers at you.
      Dave apparently noticed the people who were staring. You kind of turned around, seeing a middle-aged couple with their small children frowning disapprovingly. The children's eyes were wide; they probably had never seen a gay couple like this before. Turning back, you saw Dave's mini-smirk had evolved into something that was, for him, one of the biggest shit-eating grins you have ever seen.
     "Not before I do this..."
      In one swift motion, he captured your face in his hands and pressed him  lips to yours. A second later, and you two were having sloppy makeouts in the middle of an airport. You could hear the simultaneous gasps of the man and the woman, and some other people started cheering. Oh my dear goodness gracious this  was so embarrassing but so amazing at the same freaking time. After about macking on each other for a full minute, he pulled away, looking at the couple again.
     "You might want to run; you could catch a case of the gay. Don't want your children infected."
     This was one of the many reasons you loved your boyfriend.

---

     You also loved his adorable coolkid anti-social tendencies.
      "Egbert, how many people do I have to meet?" he asked, his pokerface looking a bit strained after the third bunch of excited friends that you  introduced him to. "They're all like rabid packs of dogs who were just thrown the tastiest bone in the universe."
     "They're not that bad,  Dave," you say with an eye roll, pulling him towards the dance floor. "And that was the last group of people we had to meet! Why don't we dance now?"
     "Am I going to have to teach you?" he teased, already nodding in time with the beat.
     "No!" you cried with a pout. "I can dance perfectly fine, thank you very much."
      "Whatever you say, Egderp," he says, and then he starts dancing like he's in a club. You watch him move, and your mind just couldn't help but  blurt "God damn he is sexy," before  you rudely shut it up. You try to dance alongside him without looking like a total idiot, pretty sure you were failing at that. But Dave was smiling, and so you continued to dance. Anything that kept him smiling like that. It didn't feel that bad either, moving like this.
      Eventually, the two of you got pretty winded, and you moved back out of  the crowd of dancing bodies, sitting down at one of the confetti-covered tables. Dave leaned back, looking absolutely wiped. Hehe, guess he wasn't used to dancing like this. Surprising, since you would've taken him for someone who could party all night. "Want some punch, Dave?"
     "God, yes. My mouth feels like the Sahara Desert during a drought," he said with a wave, breathing heavily.
     "Alright, Dave!" you chirped, trotting off to the punch bowl. This was turning out to be a pretty good night.

-Why don't we take a break and be the Strider?-

      The mental images currently assaulting your brain had to be some of the  best things you have ever fucking seen. Nothing could compare at that moment, absolutely nothing. John dancing was engraved everywhere in your  brain, just like pupp- OH GOD NO, why were you thinking about puppets at a time like this? It wiped out your entire train of thought, and you silently cursed your brother for scarring you for fucking life. Looking around, you saw the DJ's booth, and an idea hit you. Standing up, you covertly walked over and requested a song. This was going to be-
     Wait, what was that splashing sound?
     Whirling around, you saw the punch bowl which was now overturned over the head of a boy with glasses and messy black hair.
     More specifically, it was overturned over the head of your boyfriend, John.
      Pushing through the crowd of giggling spectators, you stalked toward the punch table. The boys who had overturned the bowl were still there, laughing their asses off. Fucking dicks. John looked like he was about to cry, and your resolve to punch those two in the fucking face was merely strengthened. You walked onto the scene and whipped off your glasses, staring the two of them down. Clenching you hands into fists, you slowly moved forward.
     "I would consider getting out of here before I smash both of your ugly faces in."
      Both of them looked terrified. They knew what was good for them, because they ran without a word. John stared at you, tears threatening to spill over. Putting the sunglasses in your breast pocket, you pulled John into a hug, holding him close. "Are you okay?" you murmured in his ear, giving him a comforting kiss on the ear.
     He sniffled a bit, holding on tight. "I'm f-fine... it just happened so fast." You could hear him gulp. "I... was going to get a glass when they said something about me being such a fag, and then the punch was all over me." He got choked up somewhere around the fag part, and you just squeezed tighter, rubbing his back.
      "I'll make sure it never happens again, okay?" You pulled back, looking  him those deep blue eyes with a smile. Now was not the time for a pokerface, your boyfriend senses told you.
      John gave that goofy smiled you loved right back. "Alright." Then, the beginning notes of a certain song floated through the air, and John's jaw dropped. "What...?" 'How do I, get through one night without you?' The smile came back, somehow, even wider. "Dave, you didn't!" He hopped up and down with glee, eyes sparkling.
      You pulled John to the dance floor, wrapping your arms around his waist, starting to rock back and forth. Leaning in, you pressed your forehead to his. Yup. There went the coolkid. But it was worth it to see  John so happy like this, covered in punch and grinning like he had been  handed Nic Cage in a box. He started singing the song to you, and you nearly melted.
      And by nearly melted, you mean you started kissing him. Passionately. You couldn't give two shits about who was watching right now. Even if every homophobic couple in the world was watching, you really just couldn’t give a single fuck. This was worth it. He was worth it.
     The song closed, and you continued to hold John. He was still smiling, buck teeth exposed. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he clung tight. “This was the best night ever.”
     You couldn’t argue with that. “Yeah, it was.” Stepping back, you really took a look at his punch soaked state, and your slightly damp state as well. “Dude, are you sure you can drive home like that?”
     He laughed, one of your favorite sounds. “Dave, this is Washington. I drive in the snow. Driving covered in punch isn’t a problem.” He pulled you in, whispering in your ear. ”If we leave now we can have some sloppy makeouts after we both shower.”
     You couldn’t argue with that either.
     And that is how you two fell asleep on the John’s bed together, curled up in each other’s arms.
     You had three choice words for this encounter, from the mouth of your boyfriend…
     Best. Night. Ever.

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-Why don't we go with Egbert first?-

TG: seriously bro
TG: what are your plans
EB: for what?
TG: for your winter formal
TG: you mentioned it once and never talked about it again
TG: what are you doing
EB: oh, I don't know really.
EB: sit at home and watch some movies I guess?
TG: egbert
TG:  the fact that you are shying away from one of the most sicknasty pranking opportunities that has ever given you a lapdance makes me suspicious here
EB: jeez dave!
EB: maybe I just want to see nic cage's face again.
TG: gog no
TG: your man crush for him is just downright fucking creepy
EB: hehe, you're just jealous dave.
TG: did you hear that egbert
TG: that was the resounding sound of me not giving a single fuck about nicholas cage
EB: i see right through you, dave!
EB: you are soooooooo jealous.
TG: whatever
TG: you still haven't told me why youre not going
TG: wait brb
TG: cal is papping the shit out of my face with a piece of mail

     Oh, this was going to be gooooooood. You bounced up and down in your chair, impatiently awaiting his reply.

TG: egbert
TG: what in the hell did you send me???

     Holy shit, he actually used punctuation. You must really have caught him off guard.

EB: i don't know!
EB: what did i send you?

     You could just feel your Prankster's Gambit seizing in delight.

TG: you sent me a plane ticket for tomorrow
TG: a coupon for a free tux with a note to get something red
TG: and
TG: a motherfucking ticket to your winter formal
TG: you tricky little pranksterfuck
TG: you are dead the next time I see you john
TG: i hope you know that

     Hehe, he was so mad! You bet his pokerface was long gone by now.

EB: surprise!
TG: dont you surprise me
TG: why in the hell did you not tell me this earlier
EB: i wanted to surprise my boyfriend, that is why!
TG: you nearly gave me a heart attack john
TG: in my head i was thinking
TG: i cant even take him to a fucking dance what in the hell am i going to do
TG: i thought i was going to have to steal bros car and haul my sorry ass up to washington
EB: nope! hehe, I got you good!
EB: so, my dear dave strider...
EB: will you go to winter formal with me???
TG: since you asked so fucking nicely my precious little derp

     Oh, why did you always seem to swoon when he called you that?

TG: yes
TG: i will

---

      One day's time, and there you were, waiting in the airport for his flight to come in. You were already dressed in your royal blue tux, a blue tipped carnation pinned to your lapel, a red rose in the box in your hands. Once he got here, both of you would have to rush over to your school, since the only tickets that you could get were cutting it close in terms of time. When the gate opened and people began to pour through, you jumped up and down a bit, trying to find him in the crowd. He would probably notice you before you noticed him, considering you probably looked like an absolute idiot right now.
     "John, jumping around like a rabbit on speed isn't going to help you at all."
      You whirled around to face Dave, who was currently mini-smirking at your excited state. His tuxedo was perfect - a vibrant red that perfectly matched the eyes hiding under the shades. Combine the tuxedo with the sunglasses, and you could almost drown in the level of cool that he was currently exuding. But you were immune to that by now, and settled for a tacklehug that nearly took both of you to the floor. People were staring at you two by now, but you really didn't care.
      "Hey, Dave!" you chirped, staring into his eyes, arms wrapped around his waist. He held his arms around your waist as well, continuing to smirk. "I got you a flower!" You pinned the rose to his lapel while he looked around at the crowd. "You ready to go?" You could feel the prickling sensation of someone staring very sharp daggers at you.
      Dave apparently noticed the people who were staring. You kind of turned around, seeing a middle-aged couple with their small children frowning disapprovingly. The children's eyes were wide; they probably had never seen a gay couple like this before. Turning back, you saw Dave's mini-smirk had evolved into something that was, for him, one of the biggest shit-eating grins you have ever seen.
     "Not before I do this..."
      In one swift motion, he captured your face in his hands and pressed him  lips to yours. A second later, and you two were having sloppy makeouts in the middle of an airport. You could hear the simultaneous gasps of the man and the woman, and some other people started cheering. Oh my dear goodness gracious this  was so embarrassing but so amazing at the same freaking time. After about macking on each other for a full minute, he pulled away, looking at the couple again.
     "You might want to run; you could catch a case of the gay. Don't want your children infected."
     This was one of the many reasons you loved your boyfriend.

---

     You also loved his adorable coolkid anti-social tendencies.
      "Egbert, how many people do I have to meet?" he asked, his pokerface looking a bit strained after the third bunch of excited friends that you  introduced him to. "They're all like rabid packs of dogs who were just thrown the tastiest bone in the universe."
     "They're not that bad,  Dave," you say with an eye roll, pulling him towards the dance floor. "And that was the last group of people we had to meet! Why don't we dance now?"
     "Am I going to have to teach you?" he teased, already nodding in time with the beat.
     "No!" you cried with a pout. "I can dance perfectly fine, thank you very much."
      "Whatever you say, Egderp," he says, and then he starts dancing like he's in a club. You watch him move, and your mind just couldn't help but  blurt "God damn he is sexy," before  you rudely shut it up. You try to dance alongside him without looking like a total idiot, pretty sure you were failing at that. But Dave was smiling, and so you continued to dance. Anything that kept him smiling like that. It didn't feel that bad either, moving like this.
      Eventually, the two of you got pretty winded, and you moved back out of  the crowd of dancing bodies, sitting down at one of the confetti-covered tables. Dave leaned back, looking absolutely wiped. Hehe, guess he wasn't used to dancing like this. Surprising, since you would've taken him for someone who could party all night. "Want some punch, Dave?"
     "God, yes. My mouth feels like the Sahara Desert during a drought," he said with a wave, breathing heavily.
     "Alright, Dave!" you chirped, trotting off to the punch bowl. This was turning out to be a pretty good night.

-Why don't we take a break and be the Strider?-

      The mental images currently assaulting your brain had to be some of the  best things you have ever fucking seen. Nothing could compare at that moment, absolutely nothing. John dancing was engraved everywhere in your  brain, just like pupp- OH GOD NO, why were you thinking about puppets at a time like this? It wiped out your entire train of thought, and you silently cursed your brother for scarring you for fucking life. Looking around, you saw the DJ's booth, and an idea hit you. Standing up, you covertly walked over and requested a song. This was going to be-
     Wait, what was that splashing sound?
     Whirling around, you saw the punch bowl which was now overturned over the head of a boy with glasses and messy black hair.
     More specifically, it was overturned over the head of your boyfriend, John.
      Pushing through the crowd of giggling spectators, you stalked toward the punch table. The boys who had overturned the bowl were still there, laughing their asses off. Fucking dicks. John looked like he was about to cry, and your resolve to punch those two in the fucking face was merely strengthened. You walked onto the scene and whipped off your glasses, staring the two of them down. Clenching you hands into fists, you slowly moved forward.
     "I would consider getting out of here before I smash both of your ugly faces in."
      Both of them looked terrified. They knew what was good for them, because they ran without a word. John stared at you, tears threatening to spill over. Putting the sunglasses in your breast pocket, you pulled John into a hug, holding him close. "Are you okay?" you murmured in his ear, giving him a comforting kiss on the ear.
     He sniffled a bit, holding on tight. "I'm f-fine... it just happened so fast." You could hear him gulp. "I... was going to get a glass when they said something about me being such a fag, and then the punch was all over me." He got choked up somewhere around the fag part, and you just squeezed tighter, rubbing his back.
      "I'll make sure it never happens again, okay?" You pulled back, looking  him those deep blue eyes with a smile. Now was not the time for a pokerface, your boyfriend senses told you.
      John gave that goofy smiled you loved right back. "Alright." Then, the beginning notes of a certain song floated through the air, and John's jaw dropped. "What...?" 'How do I, get through one night without you?' The smile came back, somehow, even wider. "Dave, you didn't!" He hopped up and down with glee, eyes sparkling.
      You pulled John to the dance floor, wrapping your arms around his waist, starting to rock back and forth. Leaning in, you pressed your forehead to his. Yup. There went the coolkid. But it was worth it to see  John so happy like this, covered in punch and grinning like he had been  handed Nic Cage in a box. He started singing the song to you, and you nearly melted.
      And by nearly melted, you mean you started kissing him. Passionately. You couldn't give two shits about who was watching right now. Even if every homophobic couple in the world was watching, you really just couldn’t give a single fuck. This was worth it. He was worth it.
     The song closed, and you continued to hold John. He was still smiling, buck teeth exposed. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he clung tight. “This was the best night ever.”
     You couldn’t argue with that. “Yeah, it was.” Stepping back, you really took a look at his punch soaked state, and your slightly damp state as well. “Dude, are you sure you can drive home like that?”
     He laughed, one of your favorite sounds. “Dave, this is Washington. I drive in the snow. Driving covered in punch isn’t a problem.” He pulled you in, whispering in your ear. ”If we leave now we can have some sloppy makeouts after we both shower.”
     You couldn’t argue with that either.
     And that is how you two fell asleep on the John’s bed together, curled up in each other’s arms.
     You had three choice words for this encounter, from the mouth of your boyfriend…
     Best. Night. Ever.