Dave's POV:
i keep noticing this brown haired boy staring at me, i mean..i know his name and all..but saying it makes me melt into one..i know that sounds strange but..its true. Lets get one thing straight. I do NOT like him. Hes cute and all but i dont think karkat would like it if i was hanging around his bestie. Okay.. I kinda like him but, why is he bright red? does he like me?!? okay Dave stop freaking out man...youre over thinking this.. "Hey dave, so the science fair is coming up and...you dont have a partner and i was wondering if you maybe wanted to come over and yeno...study or something?" John said to me shyly "Of course John...why not?" hopefully this doesnt end up like last time..After what happened last time ive been so scared to work with him again. *ding, ding, ding* time to go home already? damn.. i dont even remember learning anything, although i never do so this is nothing new. On my way to John's house i notice something...blue and red glasses? i picked them up and a voice rose "Hey jackass. Those are sollux's now just hand them over so i can give them to him." karkat "politely" said. I handed them to him, he, looking at me like im a criminal or something..its almost impossible to get by this guy. i see john laying down on the ground, focused on the sky, deep in his figment of imagination. I prop myself down next to him wondering if he'll say anything. Suddenly he turns, i can feel his stare beaming into my soul and i turn back. "We should get to studying now Dave, come on!" he jumps up and grabs my hand, jerking me up from my place and dragging me inside onto his couch. He pulls out his binder and text book and hands me a paper and pencil. "What do i need this for?" i ask "Well we have to take notes dummy" he sweetly replies back. He starts reading to me and im lost in space. "dave...?" i dont reply, deep in my thoughts "dave..!" he calls out and i snap out of it. "Sorry...uh..carry on please?" "Okay Mr.Strider. maybe you should read, and ill take the notes, kay?" he proposed. I began reading, trying not to embarrass myself by stuttering, john, his pencil moving quickly across the paper.
