Do You Feel Us Falling? (Dave Strider x Reader)

Chapter 1

"(Insert whatever fun things you're learning in math)," the teacher rambled on and on and on, but you soaked up every word. You liked to learn. Studying, along with fanfictions, kept you from thinking about other things.

You sighed as the bell rang and stood up. All the students flowed out of the classroom, making you quicken your pace. Someone tapped you on the shoulder and you turned around.

"You dropped this," he said coolly as he handed you your sketchbook. He did not look one bit familiar- he was handsome. He had bleach blonde hair and wore dark aviators that hid his eyes.

"Thanks." You took it from him, looking at the floor. You began walking away but stopped.

"I'll see you around sometime," he called.

Why would anyone want to pay attention to me?

You looked back and saw him smile. "Yeah," you replied and left him in the hallway.

Your next class was art. You absolutely loved art and excelled at it... But your grade never went above a B+.... And that made you furious.

Anyway, you walked into class and was the first one there. You took a seat in the back today, just because you felt like it. Ms. Hun eyed you up suspiciously, but you honestly didn't care. Within 30 seconds, the same blonde boy with the shades walked in.

"Hello, (Y/N)!" He called and sat down at your table.

".... You know my name?" You weren't sure how to take that.

"Yeah, it was on the inside cover of your sketchbook." He shrugged. "I'm Dave Strider."

"(F/N) (L/N)," you said confidently.

The bell rang and all of the remaining students hurried into their classrooms. No one sat with you and Dave.

"Dear children! Tooday, we are working on a new project. You must skets a black an white portrait photo of teh person across from you," Ms. Hun instructed with her heavy Russian accent obscuring her English.

You turned to look at Dave, but his shades hid his eyes.

"Pencils, erasers, charcoal, and sketchbooks will be supplied," Ms. Hun continued. "Now, get to work."

You got up to grab a sketchbook, pencil, and eraser- you hated charcoal and were very talented with a pencil. You sat back down and immediately got to work.

You drew a large faint circle/oval in the center of the paper and drew the lines through the head to line up the facial features currently.
You did a gentle sketch of his shoulders and neck then went back to do the head. His hair was tough, but after a lot of erasing you finally got it right. Soon, you had everything but his eyes. You looked up, and realized that you might have to draw shades....

"Uh... Dave?"

He looked up. "Mhm?"

"Could you... Uh... Take your shades off?" You asked shakily.

Dave sighed. "Well, I'd rather not, but for a beautiful lady, I guess." You blushed, and he took off his glasses revealing stunning red eyes. They were perfectly shaped and perfectly positioned on his face (hehehe dats weird I know).

You looked back down at your paper, trying to hide your blush.
You drew his eyes, trying to capture the red essence, but the picture was black and white. You looked up to see Dave had put his shades back on, and you didn't like it one bit. He was handsome, why wouldn't he want to show it?

The bell rang and we tumbled out of the classroom to study hall.