~Strider's Strife~

It's okay.

Sometimes, having two best friends isn't enough. Sometimes you need a bro. Not a "Hey, what's up?" bro....but a "Hey, wanna talk?" bro. Well, I have neither. My two best bros are this dorky kid named John, who is stupidly obsessed with Nic Cage and a girl named Vriska, and Karkat, who has too much on his plate as it is for me to make him help me with my problems. The only one I have left, only ever wants to stick a shitty sword in my hand and strife. I love him, but DAMN! He needs to learn when to not.

After much discussion with myself, I mustered up the courage to talk to Dirk, my brother. When I walked into the kitchen, all I found was a glass of AJ and a note. I took the AJ happily and took a large swig but immeadiately spit it out. Then I read the note...

Note:

Little man,

Don't drink that AJ. It is NOT AJ....Please tell me you mustered up the 10% of brain power that isn't used on thinking about yourself, to read this note before drinking it...

Nevermind, I know you too well, little man. Well, you just drank your friend's urine. Jake said not to do it. I guess he was right....well, just on the slight off-chance you read the note first, congradulations, you win not being a disgrace to this family.

Also, I will be watching from the ceiling.

~Love, Dirk

What else was I expecting? Now you see why my brother is a dick. I walk from the counter to the fridge in hopes of finding left over pizza, but instead my head is nearly taken off by a sword-weilding smuppet. 'Goddammit'. This is it. I walk over to the sword pick it up and stab at the ceiling, "Game of Thrones" style. I hear no sound. The silence leaves behind a scary ambiance. The fear that I may have killed my brother...my one true love. 'Oh No!!!!'

'Okay, Dave, don't panic.'

"Dirk?"

Out of nowhere I am being spun around. The next thing I feel is strong arms around me, and soft, yet rough, lips on mine. I pull away and open my eyes to see a pair of orange iris' cloaked by pointy, black anime shades, looking into my red ones cloaked by black aviators. I feel like a ton of bricks have been lifted off of me as I let a breath, I didn't know I was holding, escape from my lips and into his face. He smirked at me, loosening the tight kept air further.

For an immeasurable amount of time, we stood there, in the kitchen, in each other's arms. Eventually, he dove in for another kiss, which I returned happily. I was the first to pull away, needing the air. Dirk, looked weary of my response. I grabbed his face and pulled his gaze to my eyes.

"It's okay."

There was nothing more to add, nothing left for them to converse about. Their minds seemed in sync as they stared at eachother. Dirk was the first to break the silence.

"Do you want some real AJ?"

"Sure, but I wouldn't mind another peck first", I said this as I pointed to my waiting lips.

Dirk obliged, leaning down at an incredibly slow rate. I got impatient half way in his decent, so I grabbed his neck and pulled him to my lips incasing him in my love. We stood there. Lips on lips, until we both needed air.

This was going to be a fun weekend...

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Hey, guys! This is for my Bae! If you like it you can thank him!! He is my inspiration for writing this short little thingy thing! *hugs bae!*