Time and Time Again [Dave and Dirk Strider Oneshots]

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Blinking tiredly, you stared at the bright computer screen, which seemed to bleach your eyes. You sat at the computer way too much lately, since you met Dave. You honestly loved him, but you absolutely hated the time differences. Seriously, 8 hours apart is just too much. If one of you actually got a goodnights sleep, the other would be dead tired. Although, you mused, it was exponentially better being tired and thinking of Dave than being wide awake and knowing how tired and frustrated Dave must be. Both of you had school first thing in the morning, and your school was much more strict. Going to an all-girls private school was a huge pain in the as...tronomical! Skyping and messaging with Dave has brought your vocabulary at an all time low. If one of the mistresses heard you speak with such foul language, there would be infinite consequences.

The computer dinged, shocking you out of your thought process. In surprise, you hit your hand on the edge of your desk, pain shooting up your spine.

"Fu...dge..." Groaning, you cradled your hands, rubbing it delicately. Dumb desk and it's dumb sharp corners. You glanced at the clock. 11:45 already? Staying up another hour couldn't be so bad...

You clicked the message icon and smiled as Dave's red text came into sight.

"Hey. If you aren't asleep and are tired as fuck right now, go to bed. You know how I worry, (y/n)."

You grinned at his message and quickly typed back.

"Oh hush up, Dave. It's my turn to stay up talking to you tonight. Your turn is tomorrow, so be glad."

"Okay fine. You win. Take me now, take me away in those handcuffs as cold as your heart."

You raised your eyebrows at his silly response, smiling at the glow of your screen. Reaching out with a fingertip, you traced a heart over the glass sadly. You wish that you could see Dave, feel his warmth and feel his lips on yours. However, the way things were developing, what with your arranged marriage and all, it seemed that that fantasy would not become true. Dave doesn't even know about it. It seems like there's no way out of this marriage, but you sure as heck are going to make him miserable, whomever he is. No, your face softened, that's not fair. It's not your suitors fault that you disobeyed the rules. It was your own dang fault and you had to take the responsibility.

"Dave," You typed, "I need to tell you something."

Perhaps not sensing the grave mood or perhaps sensing it and trying to change it, Dave replies with a "mmhm?"

"We can't..."

"...You there, (y/n)?" Red text flashed across the screen as you put your forehead on your arm, tears beginning to flow out of your eyes.

"We can't? We can't what?..... Please tell me, (y/n)."

He deserved an answer. He deserved the world, he deserved so much better than the likes of you. Steeling yourself, you quickly reached up and typed in six words that would change just about everything in your life.

"We can't see each other anymore, Dave."

Silence. There was no reply from him. You waited for the rest of the night, and when morning came, you pretended to be sick so you could stay in your dormitory room. Still no answer. One day, a few months after the breakup, one message was delivered.

"Okay. Bye"

You burst out in tears at the sight of that cold, cold message. Is that all? Two full years of being together and that's all he could say? You wanted to write back, but instead threw your phone across the room, crying.

"Fuck." You shouted it at your phone, at Dave. "Fuck you, Dave. I wish I had never met you."

You hadn't meant it, of course you didn't. But, you never saw nor heard of Dave Strider ever again.