I Can't Believe Its You (DaveJohn AU)

Chapter Eight: Ironic Brate

(Hey, I'm the co writer for this fanfic. Unlike troyler_phanlover221, I write in third person. But for this I'll take the decency and write in first person. Now troyler has a unique way of writing in first person. It looks like second person to me but- Yeah. The second half of the chapter will be all by me as troyler has some business going on. She wrote the first half I've added my tweaks into it. Hope you do enjoy)

John's POV

Sitting at my computer, I'm reading a new web comic on mspa called 'Homestuck'. It seemed pretty dumb right now. The introduction to this character is long! When are we going to get something interesting to happen? Who would risk their life just to play a dumb game that makes no sense and has the weirdest name ever. Of course I wouldn't, I actually want to live my life.. Anyways, I save my game and log out.

I went to sit on my bed and thought about the last two days. After my proper introduction to Dave, I spoke about his cuts. He didn't really tell me much and I called a wrong move there. Man, sometimes I need to watch my mouth. But he said it was all cool and only told me little things like how sometimes living with Bro can be 'hella annoying'. I understand though, on how Dave described Bro on pesterchum. He seems so cool though. And he is all the things Dave says he is, but he's also probably the biggest ass in America. I didn't push him that far for obvious reasons. Just mentioning the cuts were enough.

Changing the topic that day, the both of us just chilled for a day. Watching EPIC movies, such as Con Air... What? It's an amazing movie and nothing will change my mind about that. Halfway through my new train of thought, I heard a loud knock on the door. Listening closely, I waited for dad to open it. When I hear the door open and some muffled chatting, my dad called me.

"John! David is here. Get dressed in something nice before coming down please."

Wait what? Wear something nice? But more over Dave is here? I jumped up and quickly put on some black skinny jeans, a dark blue tee and my red and blue galaxy converse high tops. Running some gel into my hair, I adjusted my glasses afterwards. Why I was putting so much into getting ready when it's just Dave, I have no clue. It must just be the remaining confused feelings from when we first met. They weren't real or anything though. I do find Dave attractive, but we can't be 'together'. That'll be weird. Anyway, I run down the stairs and see Dave sitting on the couch looking F. I. N. E. He wore a white tee shirt with three buttons at the top, a red tie, made loosely so it hangs at his collarbone instead of his neck, a thin red button up over like a blazer, and skinny black jeans too. I walked over to him without him knowing and tapped his shoulder.

"Well hi there, someone's going all out today. Why's that?" I asked after Dave jumps at my fingertips.

I sat down next to him on the couch; he turned to look at me fully, shades resting on his eyes of course. I still wasn't sure if he actually wore those everyday, it was debatable. I wasn't going to argue though, just knowing that he wears it is actually sweet. Even after I sent them 3 years ago, they look new. As if he just got them yesterday.

"I thought we could have some bro bonding time together. So, being sooo ironic, I made it into a 'brate'. A bro date."

I look at him, completely unimpressed, "A 'brate'?...So what you're trying to say is you, Dave Strider, is taking me on a completely platonic date?"

"Yeah, so we'd better go. I've got things planned." Dave tells me, jumping up and dragging me out the door.

I was only able to shout a goodbye to dad before the door slammed in my face. I, being shoved in the back of Bro's car, got a second to focus my sight as Dave walks around and gets in next to me.

"Wait, who's driving?" I asked him.

"My Bro" he replied.

His Bro...His Bro is taking us to our date destination. God that's embarrassing! What does he think about this? Is this irony to him too? I never get this irony thing, it's confusing and doesn't make sense. Two guys going on a platonic date. Why did Dave have to word it like that? He could have said that he wanted to hang out or something. Where were we going anyways?