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Dave slammed his door the second he finished pushing you inside his room. He turned to look at you, and saw you in confusion, wondering how and when a purple puppet had landed in your arms. Dave quickly took it, and threw it out his door, slamming it again.

"I am so..fucking..sorry."
"Why?" You asked with a small giggle.
"Cause my brother is a fucking weirdo."
"He seems cool."

This short conversation was followed by you and him discussing what to do, and it came down to two decisions.

1) Listen to Dave's music with the risk of your ovaries spontaneously combusting.
2) Leave the apartment to walk around and stare at things neither of you could ever afford in a million years.

You ultimately agreed on both.

You guess Dave didn't want to venture out immediately, cause then he'd have dealt with his brother for no reason, so Dave walked over to some super cool turn-tables you didn't know existed. You stared at their awesomeness as Dave prepared to 'swoon your shit with sick beats'. You sat on his bed. Dave put his headphones on and began mixing a track, and you sat with nothing to do but listen to his music.

Alright, you had to admit, it was pretty good.
Better than you expected, by far. You thought it was going to be horrible.
Here's were you subconsciously admit Strider was a little cool, and guessed that his skills with sick beats contributed to his popularity at school.

After a while he turned to see if you were truly listening, and you couldn't help but smile a bit and compliment him. This earned you a smirk from the young Strider, and he went back to mixing his sick tunes.

After about half an hour, Sis had texted you, asking what you were doing. Dave had finally decided to stop with his music for now, because he didn't want to make your ovaries implode, and being around his sick beats any longer would cause you the need to retrieve an extra pair of panties. So he says. So you two were finally leaving his apartment, and you let Sis know you would be hanging around town.
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Dave made sure all his musical junk was in order, and put his headphones down. After two unnecessary minutes of ninja-like antics, you two made it out of Dave's apartment. This time the elevator ride wasn't as awkward, it was too busy being filled with your sarcasm trying to out-wit Dave's. You both decided to conclude each other as worthy opponents, and decided this battle should commence another time. Don't want the world to fucking implode now, guys.
-

After a bit of wandering, and a twenty minute conversation on how Six people died in Romeo and Juliet because Romeo couldn't control his D, you two wound up in a music store. You derped around in there for an hour.

This intense derping was made up of creating a 'smash hit' on a blue keyboard, revving up some 'killer beats' on some bongos, identifying lame music, listening to some songs crafted by the gods, and staring in awe at a single CD for seven minutes straight because that was how fucking awesome it was.

It was originally gonna be just three minutes of staring, but when you both discussed it a bit, and found out you both had heard it, and praised it as the greatest shit ever, you only wanted to stare at it more, and praise it harder now that you had someone to praise it with.

Heading out of the music store, you thought you had spotted your sisters familiar hairstyle, not to far away. When you did a double-take, however, it was gone. After leaving, discussing music and more junk, you thought you had seen the older Strider for a millisecond too, but once again, your double-take proved otherwise.

You idiots decided to make a U-turn and wound up in Starbucks. You weren't entirely sure how, but you kinda like.. just.. did. It was decided that since you were already in there, might as well buy something and chill a bit.

Easy enough of an idea, but very hard to make happen. You never took the time to learn or remember what the heck a cappachino ... cap.. cappuccino was. Like, you knew starbucks sold coffee mixed with stuff or something, but you didn't know what any of the stuff written above the coffee machines meant. It was like reading arabic, accept it was written by a four year old, in their backyard using leaves... With a slight breeze blowing.

Not to mention you would have to order said mixture and interact with the humans behind the counter.
Yes.
This would be your greatest challenge of the day, possibly the whole week.

You decided to ask Dave what he was going to get. Strider was going to get some caramel infused coffee thing, which didn't sound half bad. You don't LOVE coffee, but it's tolerable, and caramel was fucking amazing, so.. You decided to tell Dave that you would be getting the same, and to your relief, he decided to order for the both of you.

Congratulations!

Achievement Unlocked!
.Avoided looking like a total Dunce at Starbucks.
You gave the most relieved sigh anyone has ever given. Fail avoided.

You and Dave sat down at a random booth and started up a conversation on caramel.. somehow.. and it somehow became about school. A subject you don't exactly fancy. Dave was better at math than you, you were equals at Science, he was better in Tech class, but you scored in Social Studies. Everything else was pretty much even ground, accept Art. You beat Dave when it came to drawing and artsy stuff.

And he obviously beat you when it came to musical talent...
-

"Yeah, I guess.." You replied to Dave's question about him wanting to come over your place after school tomorrow. You guys would be doing homework. He'd do your math and whatevers, you'd do the social studies and whatevers. Then you both do the whatever elses. It would be a beautiful system.

You were in the middle of mentally freaking out, wondering if it was the best decision to let him come over after school tomorrow-EwTheresSchoolTommorow,FuckingMondays-, when a loud, "Ohmyg- Look, it's Dave!" came from behind you, the person who screamed it out, most likely unable to see you due to your slouching and Dave facing them, not you.

You frantically slipped under the table, as Dave gave the oncoming squad of girls a 'Sup?' He became confused when he noticed you were no longer in your seat, and ducked his head under the table.

He raised his eyebrows as he stared at you, watching you nope-the-fuck-out and put your headphones in.

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Dave slammed his door the second he finished pushing you inside his room. He turned to look at you, and saw you in confusion, wondering how and when a purple puppet had landed in your arms. Dave quickly took it, and threw it out his door, slamming it again.

"I am so..fucking..sorry."
"Why?" You asked with a small giggle.
"Cause my brother is a fucking weirdo."
"He seems cool."

This short conversation was followed by you and him discussing what to do, and it came down to two decisions.

1) Listen to Dave's music with the risk of your ovaries spontaneously combusting.
2) Leave the apartment to walk around and stare at things neither of you could ever afford in a million years.

You ultimately agreed on both.

You guess Dave didn't want to venture out immediately, cause then he'd have dealt with his brother for no reason, so Dave walked over to some super cool turn-tables you didn't know existed. You stared at their awesomeness as Dave prepared to 'swoon your shit with sick beats'. You sat on his bed. Dave put his headphones on and began mixing a track, and you sat with nothing to do but listen to his music.

Alright, you had to admit, it was pretty good.
Better than you expected, by far. You thought it was going to be horrible.
Here's were you subconsciously admit Strider was a little cool, and guessed that his skills with sick beats contributed to his popularity at school.

After a while he turned to see if you were truly listening, and you couldn't help but smile a bit and compliment him. This earned you a smirk from the young Strider, and he went back to mixing his sick tunes.

After about half an hour, Sis had texted you, asking what you were doing. Dave had finally decided to stop with his music for now, because he didn't want to make your ovaries implode, and being around his sick beats any longer would cause you the need to retrieve an extra pair of panties. So he says. So you two were finally leaving his apartment, and you let Sis know you would be hanging around town.
-
Dave made sure all his musical junk was in order, and put his headphones down. After two unnecessary minutes of ninja-like antics, you two made it out of Dave's apartment. This time the elevator ride wasn't as awkward, it was too busy being filled with your sarcasm trying to out-wit Dave's. You both decided to conclude each other as worthy opponents, and decided this battle should commence another time. Don't want the world to fucking implode now, guys.
-

After a bit of wandering, and a twenty minute conversation on how Six people died in Romeo and Juliet because Romeo couldn't control his D, you two wound up in a music store. You derped around in there for an hour.

This intense derping was made up of creating a 'smash hit' on a blue keyboard, revving up some 'killer beats' on some bongos, identifying lame music, listening to some songs crafted by the gods, and staring in awe at a single CD for seven minutes straight because that was how fucking awesome it was.

It was originally gonna be just three minutes of staring, but when you both discussed it a bit, and found out you both had heard it, and praised it as the greatest shit ever, you only wanted to stare at it more, and praise it harder now that you had someone to praise it with.

Heading out of the music store, you thought you had spotted your sisters familiar hairstyle, not to far away. When you did a double-take, however, it was gone. After leaving, discussing music and more junk, you thought you had seen the older Strider for a millisecond too, but once again, your double-take proved otherwise.

You idiots decided to make a U-turn and wound up in Starbucks. You weren't entirely sure how, but you kinda like.. just.. did. It was decided that since you were already in there, might as well buy something and chill a bit.

Easy enough of an idea, but very hard to make happen. You never took the time to learn or remember what the heck a cappachino ... cap.. cappuccino was. Like, you knew starbucks sold coffee mixed with stuff or something, but you didn't know what any of the stuff written above the coffee machines meant. It was like reading arabic, accept it was written by a four year old, in their backyard using leaves... With a slight breeze blowing.

Not to mention you would have to order said mixture and interact with the humans behind the counter.
Yes.
This would be your greatest challenge of the day, possibly the whole week.

You decided to ask Dave what he was going to get. Strider was going to get some caramel infused coffee thing, which didn't sound half bad. You don't LOVE coffee, but it's tolerable, and caramel was fucking amazing, so.. You decided to tell Dave that you would be getting the same, and to your relief, he decided to order for the both of you.

Congratulations!

Achievement Unlocked!
.Avoided looking like a total Dunce at Starbucks.
You gave the most relieved sigh anyone has ever given. Fail avoided.

You and Dave sat down at a random booth and started up a conversation on caramel.. somehow.. and it somehow became about school. A subject you don't exactly fancy. Dave was better at math than you, you were equals at Science, he was better in Tech class, but you scored in Social Studies. Everything else was pretty much even ground, accept Art. You beat Dave when it came to drawing and artsy stuff.

And he obviously beat you when it came to musical talent...
-

"Yeah, I guess.." You replied to Dave's question about him wanting to come over your place after school tomorrow. You guys would be doing homework. He'd do your math and whatevers, you'd do the social studies and whatevers. Then you both do the whatever elses. It would be a beautiful system.

You were in the middle of mentally freaking out, wondering if it was the best decision to let him come over after school tomorrow-EwTheresSchoolTommorow,FuckingMondays-, when a loud, "Ohmyg- Look, it's Dave!" came from behind you, the person who screamed it out, most likely unable to see you due to your slouching and Dave facing them, not you.

You frantically slipped under the table, as Dave gave the oncoming squad of girls a 'Sup?' He became confused when he noticed you were no longer in your seat, and ducked his head under the table.

He raised his eyebrows as he stared at you, watching you nope-the-fuck-out and put your headphones in.