Dave Strider X Reader {One Shots}

Forever In Three Months

You keep trying to forget everything that has happened in the past few months.

Like the moment he first looked at you. When he looked at you the same way you had been looking at him for weeks on end. Only you didn’t know that would lead to anything important, you just blushed a bright red and continued to read your book and listen to music at the coffee shop.

There was free wifi at the coffee shop, and you never passed up the chance to get a crack at the free wifi, especially because he had always been there. He had always been there with his friends or with a girlfriend that you always got jealous of, or a girl that was just his friend, which you still got jealous of because why did she get the privilege of speaking to him? Why was she more special than you? 

There at the coffee shop, he first spoke to you. It was only five minutes after he had looked at you that he came over to speak to you. Taking things too fast? You never wanted things to move any slower.

You think he looked nervous, now that you think back to it. He rubbed the back of his neck with his palm after he ran his fingers through his hair, something you took notice to only after the two of you spoke more within the next few hours.

You never wanted to stop hearing his voice. You could always get him to talk more. It wasn’t that he liked the sound of his own voice, it was the fact that he was so passionate in the things he did enjoy.

Your hot chocolate was cold, your book was closed, and the store was too by the time he needed to leave. After the entire time of talking about nonsense to him, you never caught his name.

“It’s Dave. Dave Strider.” He said with a smirk. You laughed and pushed him playfully, only talking to him earlier about how movie references were cheesy and should never be made. He had made his 7th movie reference.

You two had planned multiple get-togethers after that, your fifth one a month later and back at the coffee shop. That was when you found out you were falling for him. You hadn’t realized it before hand. He was just someone you could talk to about absolute nothing and feel wonderful afterwards. It was until you started to notice the way he laughed, how it was almost like chocolate in someone’s voice and the rhythm of his laugh was mesmerizing. You started to notice he dressed nicer each time the two of you would meet, going from tattered red converse to a nicer, black leather pair by this time. You started to notice that he glowed every time you mentioned his favorite song or one of his close friends. He glowed more, that is. He was already glowing just being around you.

It was your 27th time meeting that he asked you to be his girlfriend, 2 and a half months after you had first meet. You two were talking on the phone none stop and when he said he needed to speak to you in person, you couldn’t help but be scared. Did he not want to be friends anymore? When you got to the coffee shop, he was sitting at your table with a bouquet of your favorite flowers at the top. He didn’t let you sit down. He stopped you halfway to the table after he noticed you and you could already tell he was nervous. He was incredibly happy after you said yes.

You could never tell him that you were going to move just a week after that.

The time between the two of you went by faster than you had anticipated. Every time you tried to tell him, he seemed so happy and you didn’t want to ruin his happiness. He could wait. He could wait.

You never told him.

You never told him that you were moving. You never told him that you might lose contact with him, which you did. You never told him how the time you spent with him was not only the best time of your life, but also the worst time. It was only the worst because you could never re-live that part of your life. It was stuck in the past and it was going to stay there. There was no possible way you could recreate the past few months, not perfectly. You could even bare to look at a coffee shop again, or drink hot chocolate. You never told him how much you didn’t like apple juice, even if you drank it every time he offered it because he loved it. You never told him that his hair was always out of place but that was okay because it looked perfect the way it was. You never told him how much you loved him.