==> BE THE NERD ONCE AGAIN
You are once again John Egbert. You have the best date set up. You cooked a Ham, made mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and apple juice cupcakes. You smiled softly as you set up plates of food and apple juice bottles for drinks. Karkat suggested the apple juice and ham is Dave's favorite kind of meat. (Besides dick)
You invited Dave over for a sleep over, so he wouldn't have a clue. Dad was still out for a couple more days some baking competition. You slowly start to set out the food as you hear a knock on the door you pause and listen for the knock again you hear Dave call.
"Egbrat! Get out here and open the door! Its fucking cold as all mighty hell up in this bitch"
No no no no! He's too early! You quickly drop the ham on the table along with the potatoes and wine glasses with apple juice.
And who said you weren't romantic?
You quickly open the door smiling brightly flashing your braces. There stood Dave. Wearing a black T-shirt black jeans snow boots and a red beanie. You can't help but fall for him all over again as he smirks and says "about fucking time. Move over I'm cold"
To your surprise it was snowing! You nod and sidestep to allow Dave to enter. CANDLES.
FUCK
YOU FORGOT THE FUCKING CANDLES.
DUMBASS.
You quickly run into the kitchen and then poke your head out to see Dave plop down on the couch his snow boots by the door. You find the matches and slowly light the candles.
"Hey Dave--!" You start to call out when suddenly you bump your wide hips against the edge of the table.
Nothing happened thank god. You lean against the table and smile at the lovely china and food you had set up.
You noticed that one candle was on top of a wrinkle in the fabric. That won't do at all!
Dave starts to get up "yeah..?"
"Just a second stay out there!"
Too late.
You hear footsteps and in a panic you yank the table cloth edge.
Good News
You fixed the wrinkle!
Bad News
YOU SENT THE FOOD CANDLES AND JUICE FLYING ON THE FLOOR!
you yelp an try and stomp out the flames but only succeed in burning your sock and foot you scream in pain as Dave runs in and quickly pours the juice on your foot an the other flame "shit John are you okay?!" He knelt to your side as hot tears trailed down your face. Dad was going to kill you. The plates and serving platters were broke in several places leaving just a pile of shards.
And go top it off your foot hurt like hell, and you had. Pretty nasty cut on your hand and a bump on your head from where you fell an hit the floor. Several hunks of glass were in your hands."I think...." You start then choke back a sob "I think we should go to the hospital.."
*****
Its several hours later your hand it all stitched up and Dave is asleep on a chair next to you. Your one chance and it went upon flames.
Literally.
Your foot had only second degree burns but you were told to be very careful and since you were 18 your Dad was not informed
You look at Dave's sleeping figure and gently brush some hair out of his face. "Why am I such an idiot? Why can't I just be fucking normal and tell you how I feel...." You pull back and settle against your pillows.
"So how do you feel about me John?"
You froze and bit your lip "I....."
[[HEYO!
UPDATE!!!
SO SO FUCKING SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT!!
I HAVE BEEN DEALING WITH SO MUCH DRAMA AND HAVE BEEN TRYING TO NOT SLIT MY THROAT OPEN!
AGAIN SO SO SORRY! UNTIL NEXT TIME!]]
