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After that totally intense plot twist, You and Dave actually started working.You had the packet in front of you, and the tech homework underneath for when the teacher wasn't near you. You matched all the definitions, and circled all the 'true's and 'false's. You flipped over to the tech homework. You had to do some matching or whatever of definitions for bridge-related things and how to draw plans and junk or whatever. You stared down at the Twenty options.

'I have no idea what this means.'

You stared down at the worksheet. Thinking that it would be the easiest thing to do, you decided to just scroll down the list, and hopefully find a definition you sorta-kinda knew. Well, that was your plan. You weren't even done reading the first question when the cool kid interrupted.

"S'that Tech?"
"Yeah.."

He made a 'Hand It Over' gesture, and you quickly did that as he gave you his science packet. Stalker or not, if someone offers to do your homework, you let them do that shit.

-

By the end of class, You had completed all the science work your teacher had thrown at you and Dave, and Dave had completed your tech and Math homework, both of which you would have usually just left blank after ten seconds. Maybe the Strider kid isn't all that weird. Coolest fucking stalker you've ever met. Hands down.

---

Aaaaaaaaand now he's being creepy again.

He stared at you all throughout History, and again in Tech. Not even trying to hide it, and when he did, it was usually quite poorly, or delayed. Sometimes, his fan-girls would notice, and follow his line of sight to you. They'd mumble a few things amongst themselves, and turn away when you glared in their direction.

-Also-

On your walk to history, you dropped your pen.
Your only
Fucking
Pen.
Without this pen, you would go gog knows how long without being able to write something.
You would have to ask to borrow a writing implement from someone.
That would involve speaking.
Human
Interaction.
So you turned around to pick up the pen, and saw the familiar blonde locks of a certain boy. Dave was peeking at you from around the corner of a stairwell, following you on your way to the class you shared with him.

Leaving History, he also followed you for a bit, but quickly absconded when you had suddenly turned around and glared at him. Now, you were currently leaving school like the rest of the kids.
This was bad.

You normally leave after everyone else. You hangout near the front doors of the school until about an hour or so after school lets out, listening to the beautiful rhythms of Escala, or the shredding of guitars by Sum 41. You did this too avoid having to go home, and having to deal with your big sister, if she was there, for as long as possible. But not today. You never put your iPod on the charger last night, so you've had no tunes for the past eight hours, and it was driving you insane. And you weren't going to stand there with no music.
Another reason this was bad is because you assume Dave goes home same time as everyone else. The risks of him finding out your place of residence were high.

As you walked out of the crowded front doors of the school, you rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie.
You have this weird habit of wearing hoodies in the summer. Even you question what the hell you're thinking sometimes. But hey, 'stuffs comfortable, man.
You stuffed your hands in your pockets after reaching for the iPod that wasn't there. Oh how you wanted to bash in someone's head. You readjusted your backpack strap on your shoulder, and walked across the front lawn of the school when you heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Dave!"

You gazed over your shoulder to see Jade Harley passing by, and Dave Strider hiding behind a trash can. The moment he sees your gaze, he absconds with a 'woosh', disappearing instantly.

'My stalker is part ninja... How Lovely.'

"Hey, ____!!!" Jade sang out happily at the sudden realization of your presence.
"Hi, Harley." Was all you got to say as she gave you a quick wave, which you returned, and she dashed off.

On your walk home you felt the Strider's presence with you the whole way. You'd hear him 'woosh' closer to you every time you passed a tree for him to hide behind. He'd call out, "Hey, babe/Babe/ Yo./ Pssssssssst," Almost each time. At one point, you had stopped walking, and turned around to face the Strider, and his horrible hiding spot. You didn't glare, but rather poker-faced instead, gettin' real tired o' his shet real quick, and you were a little bit surprised when you found that he had refused to abscond.

"Sup?"

You kept the poker-face plastered on and did not answer. You two spent an entire five minutes straight staring at eachother with no words or expressions once again.You came to the conclusion that him finding out your place of stay was inevitable, and decided to accept your faith with open arms. You mentally sighed, turned around, and continued walking. After that, he decided to no longer hide, and casually 'woosh'd' to your side. He just as casually started up a conversation on music, getting few words from you, until he brought up the fact that he makes some of his own.

"Oh?"
"Yes."
"What kind?"
"The freshest beats you've ever heard."
"I don't recall ever listening to these 'beats' you speak of."
"That's good, 'cause if you did listen to them.."

His mood became awkwardly serious.

"... Your ovaries. Would explode."

Okay, you couldn't help but smile a bit at that comment, though you tried really hard not to. It was definitely something you would say in one of your over-dramatic rants about classical music to your sister.

The two of you continued your conversation on music until you arrived at your building. The strider smirked as you walked inside the front doors.
But you didn't see that.
You guessed that he was wondering why you would let him 'follow you all the way into your apartment building,' so you explained to him that you knew that this was where he lived as well. He followed you all the way to your apartment, talking about his music and how you should 'so totally listen to that shit, like, now' but never really giving out more info about it other than how it would make your ovaries explode. As you walked closer to your door, you could see that it was slightly ajar. This was the signal that your sister had returned, and with probably more things on her mind than grains of sand on earth, she forgot to close, let alone lock, your door. You sighed quietly to yourself, as Dave realized he had just had a full blown conversation with himself, out loud. He face-palmed, and you assumed that was a habit of his.

After a few more seconds, you came to your door. You and the blonde exchanged goodbyes and you entered. Closing the door behind you, you caught a glimpse of his smirk. You stood there for a few seconds, your back against the door, your breath immediately halting in your throat. Normally, you'd be spazzing out about the insane amount of socializing you had done today, but you had bigger things to freak out about right now. Standing in front of you was your sister a few feet away. She had also froze, for in her hands was a bowl of Cocoa-Puffs.

Your Cocoa-Puffs.

But that wasn't all. Yes, you would have to kill her later for disturbing the sacred chocolatey goodness' slumber while you were not home, But she had just saw you with a person of the opposite sex!

"......"
"......."
"......."

"OH MY GOD, ___, WAS THAT A BOY."
"SHUUUUUTTT UHHHP."
"IT WAS. IT TOTALLY WAS."
"NO IT WASN'T!"
"OHHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOSHHH!~"
"I BARELY KNOW THE KID."
"YOU KNOW HIIIMM!~"
"HE CAN PROBABLY HEAR YOU."
"HE WAS SO FUCKING ADORABBBBLLLEE."
"STOP FAN-GIRLING. YOU PEDOPHILE."
"Nevaaaaaa~"
"GIMME THE DAMN CEREAL WOMAN."
"WHAT, PFFT, GET YOUR OWN, SHORTY."
"How many times do I gotta say it, I'M NOT SHORT!!"

-----

"I just.. I'm starting to think he won't pick Nikki..."
"Nikki is too upbeat and bubbly, it's nauseating. I wouldn't have picked her either." You commented as you downed the remaining milk from your cereal bowl.

Shortly after your sister calling you 'Shorty,' you two had commenced your annual Strife, which involved a box, an apple, and an ever-so-deadly snapple can. This was a routine that happened every time your cereal box's contents was altered in any way without your permission. After a quick few minutes, the strife had ended in a tie, as soon as The Bachelor marathon suddenly began to play on the TV. Now you, Senior Mittens, and your sister were watching it, bowls of cereal in hand, and other snacks scattered about the coffee table in front of you, waiting to see if this guy Gary was going to pick the girl you chose, or the girl Sis chose. You two always bet on stupid things, but never actually throw anything down on the table for reward or punishment. This time, however, you did.

"... Sam."

"HAHHA!!!" You shouted as you stood up, Senior Mittens nearly having a heart-attack in the process. Gary had chosen your blonde over your sis' brunette.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Your sister cried out,
"THEY'RE BABIES WOULD'VE BEEN TOTALLY HOT, GARY, WHYYY!?"

Upon Gary choosing Sam as his girl over Nikki, You through a mental party. No dishes for you tonight.

--

You were about to log on to Pesterchum, but decided against it. You had a feeling Harley wouldn't be on, and your acquaintance, Rose, probably wasn't on either. It was around Eleven o'clock at night. You and Senior Mittens had just finished up some Sciencey Junk. You actually did your homework for once. Why? Tomorrow's breakfast at school was going to be French Toast, and you would love nothing more than to drown yourself in its syrupy goodness while listening to some cello solo, or some sweet shiz along those lines. French Toast Friday was one of the few things you prided your school on. You would still leave at your usual time tomorrow, because you have a habit of walking to the beat of your music, and you only ever play the soothing sounds of violins at dawn, resulting in a slow stride.

Senior Mittens purred up against your backpack as you tried shoving your binders and books back into it. You pushed your bag over to the door, and took hold of the black cat you loved so much, and hugged him. Why the sudden affection? He was, by far, the most comfortable thing to press your face against since the discovery of 'the cool side of the pillow'. UUH, how you could just smother yourself with him all night! But he does that for you. Senior Mittens has a habit of over intruding into people's personal squares.

You quickly rolled over to the outlet near your bed, and made sure your iPod was charging. If that damn thing ever dies on you again, you would have it thrown out your window in the matter of milliseconds. Senior Mittens jumped up onto your bed, helping you to remember that you were supposed to be in the process of doing the same. You stood up, and walked over to your computer, shutting it down for the night. You were also about to turn off your light, when your cell phone gave a quick beep, alerting you to the fact that you have just received a text.

You flipped down your lightswitch and ran to pop on your AC, and hopped into bed. You checked your phone. The message read, [Sup, it's Dave.]

'HHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPJTDESDFGHJKWERTYUIOPASDFGHJKLZXCVBNM'
[How did you get my number?]

Dave quickly explained that he had gotten your number quite easily from Jade. Their conversation went something like this:
-
[Hey, Jade?]
[Hi cool kid!! What's up??]
[Nothin' much, just putting together some sick beats. Shit is gettin' so stoked up in here, its madness i tell you. Anyway, could you give me ___ ___'s number? If you have it, I accidentally deleted it.]
[Sounds cool!! lol! And Woah, I didn't know you two were friends!:0 Sure Dave!]
[Thanks man, you rock.]
-

You clutched your phone in a way that made it look like you were about to get all Goku up in here and super saiyan someone's head off.

'Dammit Harley!!!!'

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After that totally intense plot twist, You and Dave actually started working.You had the packet in front of you, and the tech homework underneath for when the teacher wasn't near you. You matched all the definitions, and circled all the 'true's and 'false's. You flipped over to the tech homework. You had to do some matching or whatever of definitions for bridge-related things and how to draw plans and junk or whatever. You stared down at the Twenty options.

'I have no idea what this means.'

You stared down at the worksheet. Thinking that it would be the easiest thing to do, you decided to just scroll down the list, and hopefully find a definition you sorta-kinda knew. Well, that was your plan. You weren't even done reading the first question when the cool kid interrupted.

"S'that Tech?"
"Yeah.."

He made a 'Hand It Over' gesture, and you quickly did that as he gave you his science packet. Stalker or not, if someone offers to do your homework, you let them do that shit.

-

By the end of class, You had completed all the science work your teacher had thrown at you and Dave, and Dave had completed your tech and Math homework, both of which you would have usually just left blank after ten seconds. Maybe the Strider kid isn't all that weird. Coolest fucking stalker you've ever met. Hands down.

---

Aaaaaaaaand now he's being creepy again.

He stared at you all throughout History, and again in Tech. Not even trying to hide it, and when he did, it was usually quite poorly, or delayed. Sometimes, his fan-girls would notice, and follow his line of sight to you. They'd mumble a few things amongst themselves, and turn away when you glared in their direction.

-Also-

On your walk to history, you dropped your pen.
Your only
Fucking
Pen.
Without this pen, you would go gog knows how long without being able to write something.
You would have to ask to borrow a writing implement from someone.
That would involve speaking.
Human
Interaction.
So you turned around to pick up the pen, and saw the familiar blonde locks of a certain boy. Dave was peeking at you from around the corner of a stairwell, following you on your way to the class you shared with him.

Leaving History, he also followed you for a bit, but quickly absconded when you had suddenly turned around and glared at him. Now, you were currently leaving school like the rest of the kids.
This was bad.

You normally leave after everyone else. You hangout near the front doors of the school until about an hour or so after school lets out, listening to the beautiful rhythms of Escala, or the shredding of guitars by Sum 41. You did this too avoid having to go home, and having to deal with your big sister, if she was there, for as long as possible. But not today. You never put your iPod on the charger last night, so you've had no tunes for the past eight hours, and it was driving you insane. And you weren't going to stand there with no music.
Another reason this was bad is because you assume Dave goes home same time as everyone else. The risks of him finding out your place of residence were high.

As you walked out of the crowded front doors of the school, you rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie.
You have this weird habit of wearing hoodies in the summer. Even you question what the hell you're thinking sometimes. But hey, 'stuffs comfortable, man.
You stuffed your hands in your pockets after reaching for the iPod that wasn't there. Oh how you wanted to bash in someone's head. You readjusted your backpack strap on your shoulder, and walked across the front lawn of the school when you heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Dave!"

You gazed over your shoulder to see Jade Harley passing by, and Dave Strider hiding behind a trash can. The moment he sees your gaze, he absconds with a 'woosh', disappearing instantly.

'My stalker is part ninja... How Lovely.'

"Hey, ____!!!" Jade sang out happily at the sudden realization of your presence.
"Hi, Harley." Was all you got to say as she gave you a quick wave, which you returned, and she dashed off.

On your walk home you felt the Strider's presence with you the whole way. You'd hear him 'woosh' closer to you every time you passed a tree for him to hide behind. He'd call out, "Hey, babe/Babe/ Yo./ Pssssssssst," Almost each time. At one point, you had stopped walking, and turned around to face the Strider, and his horrible hiding spot. You didn't glare, but rather poker-faced instead, gettin' real tired o' his shet real quick, and you were a little bit surprised when you found that he had refused to abscond.

"Sup?"

You kept the poker-face plastered on and did not answer. You two spent an entire five minutes straight staring at eachother with no words or expressions once again.You came to the conclusion that him finding out your place of stay was inevitable, and decided to accept your faith with open arms. You mentally sighed, turned around, and continued walking. After that, he decided to no longer hide, and casually 'woosh'd' to your side. He just as casually started up a conversation on music, getting few words from you, until he brought up the fact that he makes some of his own.

"Oh?"
"Yes."
"What kind?"
"The freshest beats you've ever heard."
"I don't recall ever listening to these 'beats' you speak of."
"That's good, 'cause if you did listen to them.."

His mood became awkwardly serious.

"... Your ovaries. Would explode."

Okay, you couldn't help but smile a bit at that comment, though you tried really hard not to. It was definitely something you would say in one of your over-dramatic rants about classical music to your sister.

The two of you continued your conversation on music until you arrived at your building. The strider smirked as you walked inside the front doors.
But you didn't see that.
You guessed that he was wondering why you would let him 'follow you all the way into your apartment building,' so you explained to him that you knew that this was where he lived as well. He followed you all the way to your apartment, talking about his music and how you should 'so totally listen to that shit, like, now' but never really giving out more info about it other than how it would make your ovaries explode. As you walked closer to your door, you could see that it was slightly ajar. This was the signal that your sister had returned, and with probably more things on her mind than grains of sand on earth, she forgot to close, let alone lock, your door. You sighed quietly to yourself, as Dave realized he had just had a full blown conversation with himself, out loud. He face-palmed, and you assumed that was a habit of his.

After a few more seconds, you came to your door. You and the blonde exchanged goodbyes and you entered. Closing the door behind you, you caught a glimpse of his smirk. You stood there for a few seconds, your back against the door, your breath immediately halting in your throat. Normally, you'd be spazzing out about the insane amount of socializing you had done today, but you had bigger things to freak out about right now. Standing in front of you was your sister a few feet away. She had also froze, for in her hands was a bowl of Cocoa-Puffs.

Your Cocoa-Puffs.

But that wasn't all. Yes, you would have to kill her later for disturbing the sacred chocolatey goodness' slumber while you were not home, But she had just saw you with a person of the opposite sex!

"......"
"......."
"......."

"OH MY GOD, ___, WAS THAT A BOY."
"SHUUUUUTTT UHHHP."
"IT WAS. IT TOTALLY WAS."
"NO IT WASN'T!"
"OHHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOSHHH!~"
"I BARELY KNOW THE KID."
"YOU KNOW HIIIMM!~"
"HE CAN PROBABLY HEAR YOU."
"HE WAS SO FUCKING ADORABBBBLLLEE."
"STOP FAN-GIRLING. YOU PEDOPHILE."
"Nevaaaaaa~"
"GIMME THE DAMN CEREAL WOMAN."
"WHAT, PFFT, GET YOUR OWN, SHORTY."
"How many times do I gotta say it, I'M NOT SHORT!!"

-----

"I just.. I'm starting to think he won't pick Nikki..."
"Nikki is too upbeat and bubbly, it's nauseating. I wouldn't have picked her either." You commented as you downed the remaining milk from your cereal bowl.

Shortly after your sister calling you 'Shorty,' you two had commenced your annual Strife, which involved a box, an apple, and an ever-so-deadly snapple can. This was a routine that happened every time your cereal box's contents was altered in any way without your permission. After a quick few minutes, the strife had ended in a tie, as soon as The Bachelor marathon suddenly began to play on the TV. Now you, Senior Mittens, and your sister were watching it, bowls of cereal in hand, and other snacks scattered about the coffee table in front of you, waiting to see if this guy Gary was going to pick the girl you chose, or the girl Sis chose. You two always bet on stupid things, but never actually throw anything down on the table for reward or punishment. This time, however, you did.

"... Sam."

"HAHHA!!!" You shouted as you stood up, Senior Mittens nearly having a heart-attack in the process. Gary had chosen your blonde over your sis' brunette.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Your sister cried out,
"THEY'RE BABIES WOULD'VE BEEN TOTALLY HOT, GARY, WHYYY!?"

Upon Gary choosing Sam as his girl over Nikki, You through a mental party. No dishes for you tonight.

--

You were about to log on to Pesterchum, but decided against it. You had a feeling Harley wouldn't be on, and your acquaintance, Rose, probably wasn't on either. It was around Eleven o'clock at night. You and Senior Mittens had just finished up some Sciencey Junk. You actually did your homework for once. Why? Tomorrow's breakfast at school was going to be French Toast, and you would love nothing more than to drown yourself in its syrupy goodness while listening to some cello solo, or some sweet shiz along those lines. French Toast Friday was one of the few things you prided your school on. You would still leave at your usual time tomorrow, because you have a habit of walking to the beat of your music, and you only ever play the soothing sounds of violins at dawn, resulting in a slow stride.

Senior Mittens purred up against your backpack as you tried shoving your binders and books back into it. You pushed your bag over to the door, and took hold of the black cat you loved so much, and hugged him. Why the sudden affection? He was, by far, the most comfortable thing to press your face against since the discovery of 'the cool side of the pillow'. UUH, how you could just smother yourself with him all night! But he does that for you. Senior Mittens has a habit of over intruding into people's personal squares.

You quickly rolled over to the outlet near your bed, and made sure your iPod was charging. If that damn thing ever dies on you again, you would have it thrown out your window in the matter of milliseconds. Senior Mittens jumped up onto your bed, helping you to remember that you were supposed to be in the process of doing the same. You stood up, and walked over to your computer, shutting it down for the night. You were also about to turn off your light, when your cell phone gave a quick beep, alerting you to the fact that you have just received a text.

You flipped down your lightswitch and ran to pop on your AC, and hopped into bed. You checked your phone. The message read, [Sup, it's Dave.]

'HHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPJTDESDFGHJKWERTYUIOPASDFGHJKLZXCVBNM'
[How did you get my number?]

Dave quickly explained that he had gotten your number quite easily from Jade. Their conversation went something like this:
-
[Hey, Jade?]
[Hi cool kid!! What's up??]
[Nothin' much, just putting together some sick beats. Shit is gettin' so stoked up in here, its madness i tell you. Anyway, could you give me ___ ___'s number? If you have it, I accidentally deleted it.]
[Sounds cool!! lol! And Woah, I didn't know you two were friends!:0 Sure Dave!]
[Thanks man, you rock.]
-

You clutched your phone in a way that made it look like you were about to get all Goku up in here and super saiyan someone's head off.

'Dammit Harley!!!!'