Dave Strider X Reader

Chapter One: Him.

Just another crappy day.

Just another boring day.

Until Him.

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It was a windy, chilly day, it was mid August, about 6:30 am.

You open your eyes groggily.

Just another day, except you have to start school, your 1st year of highschool, to be exact. which is kind of a cliche, considering that in movies something usually happens that usually goes along the lines of "Oh my God! I met 2,000,000 boys who are in love with me and it was the best day ever!" or "Oh my God! Perfect first day! I got laid back teachers who didn't give me homework!" But no. That's bullshit.

Even if you do change, people will still always say the same things. They like their world one way, and won't have it another. They will only think of themselves. No one will like you there, unless you're this excessive social butterfly who literally does not care about school, and is a huge bitch to everyone outside their friend zone, or only to people who make it in to their friend zone.

Enough thinking. You rip off your pale gray and white blanket and get out of bed. You walk over to your dresser and put on a graphic t-shirt and some shorts. You don't really care much about having something special for the first day of highschool. You were never really the special snowflake type. Anyway, you open your laptop and try to run Pesterchum. It hasn't really been working for the past week, so you kept your fingers crossed. Still loading...

You decide not to waste your time, I mean, you've already spent at least 5 minutes staring at the screen.

You decide to go downstairs and into the kitchen. You check the time. 6:40. You probably have enough time to put some bread in the toaster, finish up your homework that was due over the summer, then run out for the bus at exactly 7:10. but then again, although it's supposed to arrive at 7:10, it usually arrives 5 minutes late.

You pop some white bread in the toaster, go get your backpack, and then speedwalk back to the kitchen. You sit down on a chair next to the hardwood oak table by the stove.

You manage to finish up your calculus homework before remembering that you left your computer open on your bed. You walked upstairs and into your room. You noticed that your Mother's door was wide open and everything was all over the floor. She must have been in a rush to get to work today. She usually leaves at 5, anyway.

You enter your room. Pesterchum is still not responding, so you decide to close your computer and pack it in your bag, since you need it for school anyway.

You rush downstairs with your computer bag clutched in both hands. You check the time. 6:55. You zip open your bag and put your computer in right next to your portfolio. The toast pops up right as you unzip it, which is pretty weird because it usually pops at at the most inconvenient times.

Whatever. You pull open the refridgerator door and get some butter. You close the door and grab 2 plates from the drying rack, one for the butter and one for the toast. You put the plates and the butter down on the table and nimbly pluck the toast from the toaster. You eat the toast and get out at exactly 7:00.

You walk to your bus stop, which is about a 5 minute walk from your house. Luckily, there's a bench nearby so you sit and think about whether or not something interesting might happen today. Probably not, unless you're secretly the star of some cheap Hollywood production.

You check your watch. 7:11. The bus should be pulling up soon. You thought a little more, until the bus pulled up. You were the 3rd to last stop, so the bus was pretty cramped. You walked down the isle till your eyes trailed over to a seat occupied by a certain boy. He had blonde side-swept hair and pale skin. He wore black aviators and a long sleeved white shirt with red sleeves and a broken record embellished on the front. He looked at you with this weird look that seemed to say 'what do you want?'

"Can I sit here?" you asked, slightly annoyed.

"I guess." The boy said, staring at you, in his non-chalant voice.

You sat down quietly, and boy looked over at you.

He hesitated a bit, before asking "Do you have pesterchum?"

"Yeah, but it isn't really working right now." You replied.

"What's your username?"

"(C/H)."

"wait... you're (C/H)?"

"Yeah... who are you?"

"turntechGodhead."

"Huh. So whats your name? Wait... I think you've told me before on Pesterchum."
You searched your head for a bit, but then gave up.

"In case you didn't remember, since that was a while back, my names (Y/N)." You said instead.

"Dave Strider."

"Cool." you sighed, looking above the seat to see how far you were to the school. Almost there.

"Well, see you around (Y/N)." he said, shuffling out of the seat and out of the bus door.

"See you."