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

Chapter 2

I wandered around the halls for a bit, eventually settling on the library. I sat down behind the history section that no one every touches. It was quiet back here, and you loved to spend study hall in a peaceful environment.

You took out your sketch of Dave and looked at it. It looked more cartoony that realistic, but it was still handsome.

"Hello, (Y/N)."

You jumped and saw who it was. Dave.

"Hi," you mumbledz

"Do you mind...?" He asked.

You shook your head. Dave's blonde hair was messy and stuck up all over the place. He pulled out his phone and looked at you expectantly.

"What's your number?" Dave tapped around on his phone then looked up.

"I- uh... Don't have a phone," you admitted. "But I have a pesterchum."

Dave grinned. "turntechGodhead."

"(Y/cH)," you replied smiling. Dave was pretty nice, and cool, too.

He noticed your sketch and reached for it, pulling it from your grasp. "Woah," Dave breathed. "This is so fucking good!"

You blushed. "Eh, not my best." You shrugged your shoulders and pulled out a pencil and went at it. You added many details and shading, and by the time you were done, your hand was stained a dark gray.

You looked up to see Dave gaping wide-eyed at you. "I- uh, woah!" He ran his hands through his hair as you chuckled softly. "Do you ever sell your art?" Dave asked.

"...no..."

"I'll buy you a phone if you paint me a picture of a turntable and fucking cool DJ," he offered.

You frowned. "$10 would be great too, I don't need-"

"I'll pay for it, don't worry." Dave stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "See ya (Y/N)."

Sorry for da short chapter, I didn't feel like writing. If you want me to continue, let me know, I might stop writing this one... But if you want to read, I'll gladly write.