Dave's Red Eyes

Daves Gift to John

[AN:] I know Christmas is over done, and I could use any other holiday of the season, but they live in America where Christianity is the most popular religion, so you're getting what you get. Sorry it took so long for this update, I was waiting for some better means of writing than my phone. Here's Chapter 8, enjoy!]

You're John Egbert, and it's Christmas. You feel like the people on tumblr who post, "It's Christmas! I'm gonna shove a candy cane up my ass!" You ran downstairs this morning, your father in the kitchen having a blast as he makes a butt-load of cakes.

You slide as you reach the tree, and unwrap the gift closest to you. Your father rushes in once he heard your body moving around. He sits down in a chair and watches as you gap in amazement at a Con Air poster that you have yet to obtain. Had, anyway. You've got it now.

You unwrap all of your presents, and thank your dad. You also thank him, secretly, that he didn't get you any clowns or baking materials or clown baking materials. That third option would have been horrific. You follow your dad into the kitchen and almost walk right out because of the mess he's made and how many cakes he conjured up.

"Daaad who do you expect to eat all of this?" You whine.

"Each cake for each of your friends...and five for us." He adds as a timer dings and he unloads the oven.

You roll your eyes and try to endure it. It's Christmas. Don't be a douche.

Your phone buzzes from your blue pj pants and you unlock your phone. Jade sent out a message via Pesterchum saying, "MERRY CHRISTMAS :3" and you reply to her, "MERRY CHRISTMAS" as well. You're reminded of your friend, Karkat, with all of the caps, but since there's no cursing or hatred behind the words, it's Jade.

After a while of messaging back and forth, Jade sends to you, "You're going to the Christmas party tonight, right :S"

Crap. You forgot to ask your dad. You slide over to dadbert and watch as he happily decorates yet another cake.

"Heeey, dad, can I ask you something?"

A simple, "Yeah," escapes his mouth as his concentration slowly slips from the cake to you.

"My friends are having a Christmas party tonight, and I'm wondering if I can go?" You try to sound as polite as possible. You don't have much begging time.

"Sure. Give them their cakes while you're at it." He mumbles.

You dance in joy, almost hugging your father.

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You meet up with your friends at Rose's house, who grimly admitted defeat to having everyone come to her house as her friends couldn't agree on a better place.

You go inside, greeted by Rose, and find only Jade, Dave, and Karkat inside. Jade and Karkat are arguing, but you ignore them. You search for Kanaya, but can't find her. Huh. You are sure Rose invited her. "Hey, Rose, where's Kanaya?"

"Can't make it." Rose's voice was edged, seeming irritated. "She's suffering the consequences of sickness."

"Don't look at me, I didn't get her sick." You say, recalling your sickness from the other week.

"I know. There was a large gap between your sickness and hers."

"John's sickness is mental, anyway." Dave stepped up. You should have known he would comment.

"What?" You say, but you get interrupted by Daves rambling.

"It's called the "Egbertpox," but it can only be obtained by idiots with dorky looking glasses." The corner of Daves mouth turned up in a grin.

"You have glasses." You pout.

"Yeah, but I'm not an idiot and these aren't dorky."

"Says you."

After chatting and hanging out for an hour, no one else surprisingly shows up. You can't blame them, it is in fact December 25, and it wasn't well advertised. Oh well. Jade and Karkat have stopped fighting long enough for the five of you to decide it was a good time to swap presents.

Jade starts and gets two squiddles together made by hand from Rose, a CD of some sick tunes from Dave, a mostly used notebook from Karkat, and of course, cake from you. You wish you actually made the cake, but you're just going to remember Karkats gift and move on.

Daves turn and he gets some sort of special plant from Jade, head phones from Rose, a box of half-eaten Doritos from Karkat (you don't question why he put them in a box, because frankly you're afraid of an answer,) and a cake from you. You actually have more for him, but it's going to remain in your dads car until you're picked up. You don't want the others to get jealous.

Your turn comes around, and you reveal a small yellow salamander plush made by Rose's own hands, three dollars and eleven cents from Karkat, seeds and a note from Jade, and then you receive Daves gift. You take off the wrapping paper, open the box, and find the complete collection of Ghost Busters, blue ray and dvd, and thick envelope that read, "John: open when alone. Do not share." Okay. You respect that.

Karkat and Rose open their presents. Karkat got some shitty stuff, but not as shitty as he gave you. Rose got respectful things, things you would give a friend. Like new knitting needles, some more thread in various colors, and some note books for her writing on wizards.

A few more hours of video games, tumblr, and arguments went by pretty damn fast and you realized your car was there. "Dave, you wanna ride?" You ask him.

"Sure." He agrees. The two of you say your goodbyes to you friends, and head outside. Once in the car, your father greets both you and Dave and begins the drive home. "Dave, you got more than just a cake." You tell him excitedly. You reach into the front seat and pick up an okayly wrapped present. You hand it to him and he shakes it, rather curiously.

He's stalling. "Go on, you-" you catch yourself. Your dad's in the car. "You blond haired idiot." You change your wording by a lot.

He unwraps his gift. It is a dagger with the handle decorated like a katanas, but with a red and silver pattern. The blade comes out of it's sheath, but it looks nothing like a katana. Instead, it's jagged and sharp. You'repretty sure that a bear would take one look at that thing in Daves blade-wielding hands and run off like a scared little rabbit.

Dave's speechless. His mouth is gaped and his head never turns away from the blade. "This is one freaking awesome dagger." He muses.

You smile your wide grin, glad that he enjoys it. You love looking at his face as his mouth continually hangs in awe. He's such a dork.

Before you know it, you're at Daves apartment and he waves goodbye, and thanks you again for his present.

You feel warm inside. You love his adorableness, you admire his love for weapons. You only wish that he could have thanked you in a way that was more than words. You wish "cool" people could talk more with their actions.

Arriving home, you go upstairs, you presents all grouped together in a bag. You can't wait to open the envelope Dave gave you. Once in your room, you take it out, and rip open the envelope. You bounce up and down excitedly as you pour pictures onto your bed.

You pick them up, and at first, you squint. They're just selfies of Dave. Then you realize that you can see his eyes. Mother of gog those eyes...they're beautiful and awesome, and precious. He took about ten or more pictures of his face, with no sunglasses on, and you can make out all of the little details about him that normally would be impossible. Like all of his freckles, and the way they cover his cheeks as if someone perfectly arranged each grain of pepper on his milky face. You can make out his brownish blond eyelashes that bat around his amber eyes. SO BEAUTIFUL.

You force the pictures away from your face, trying to catch your breath. You're only thoughts are, "Dave Strider, you have officially seduced one John Egbert."