Dave's Red Eyes

Smuppet Love on 4/13 (A side chapter)

John's POV:

It's Monday. And not just any Monday, but a special one. The date is 4/13 and it's your fucking birthday. How old are you? Oh yeah. You're sixteen, and finally as old as your December-baby boyfriend, and pretty much the rest of your friends.

Upon arrival this morning, as soon as you walked into the front doors of the school, you were greeted with an arm around your shoulder. Sure enough, it was the blond babe pressing down on you, and guiding you to the side of the hall for a sec, where you would probably be the least noticed. And there, he kisses your forehead. "Happy birthday, Eggsburp." He whispers in your ear, his warm breath making it be tickled. He seems to take notice of this because not a second later did his fingers dance across your side, making you squirm and guard yourself with your book bag.

"That's one. You'll get fifteen more before the end of the day." He lets a grin slip onto his face and then once again puts his arm around your shoulder, then guides you down the hall. The best thing about this school is that everyone has already known that you and Dave are really close friends. The first few weeks of Dave being here were the worst and the best, because finally you got to see one of your best friends for the first time, but the problem was so did everyone else. Everyone, both guys and girls alike would stare at the young Strider and notice his beauty, his coolness, the way that he walks, the way that he stands out. And everyone cool wanted to be his friend, a lot of them wanted more. But that soon died out as they realized that he wasn't going to retaliate with anything, not even a simple hello. They'd glare at you and your friends on occasion, because you were the only ones that he would talk to, and they were jealous. Now they know for a fact that you guys are best friends, and they probably would never suspect that the coolest looking dude in school is so more straight than a smuppets ass.

"I thought the birthday thing was hitting the others ass?" You think, honestly forgetting how sexual that may seem. Ohhh but Dave didn't.

"Want me to hit that ass, Egbert? Cause if you want, I can go-"

You now realize what kind of turn this is taking. "Dave..."

"All night long."

"Fuck you."

"With pleasure." He mockingly licked his lips as he guided you into the commons area to take your seats as you waited for the first bell of the morning. Jade, Karkat, Terezi, and Rose were already there, with a certain Vriska a few seats down, her back resting against the side of the table her feet reached across the isle to the next one and rested her legs on a seat.

"Happy birthday, John!" Jade greeted, Rose looked up from writing what you're guessing is something very analytical about therapy or something. It would never be something as fictional as bearded magical men.

Karkat bit his lip with his unnaturally pointier teeth and said, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FUCKFACE, YOU'RE ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH THAN YOU WERE LAST YEAR."

"Thanks?" You now bite your own lip with your buckish teeth, while you and Dave both take your seat.

"H3H3H3, CONGR4TUL4T1ONS, 3GB3RT. YOU SM3LL B3TT3R TOD4Y." Terezi spoke up. She's better friends with Dave more than she is you. You don't really mind, though.

Again, you're tempted to say that in the form of a question, but you thank her differently than Karkat and wonder if you actually do smell nicer today, but you doubt it.

You have about ten minutes to converse with the lot of them while Dave is constantly at your side, and you're at his, your hands holding as much as they can without being too noticeable or too gay. After the bell rings, Dave follows you to your locker and stays a minute until he has to go his own way. Before leaving, he handed you a card that he said to read in class, and to talk about it later. You nodded, putting the card in your pocket before he took off.

Once Dave had left you, you were nearly done with your locker, up came a familiar laid-back attitude girl in blue jeans and a decorative eyepatch.

"Soooooooo I hear today's a little Eg8erts 8irthday?" She stepped up, leaning against the locker like Dave previously did.

"Yeah, it is." You reply, getting out a final book from your book bag.

"Here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a die. "Here." Vriska tossed it, and you sloppily caught it. "It's one of my lucky ones." Before you knew it, she disappeared. Again.

This was when you walked into class, and plopped your butt down in your seat. As you waited on the bell to ring, you silently pull out the note Dave gave you. You unfolded it carefully and hudded over it on your desk as you read in semi sloppy handwriting,

"Dear John,

Your face is hella cute,

Your eyes are beautifully blue,

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me,

You make me the best as I can be,

And sappy. You also make me sappy.

And bruh, if you're not reading this as a rap it's cool,

But you're more than my boo

Cause you're amazing and you.

-Love, TG

P.S.- That was lame and last minute, but it's still for you."