Creative Dump by Princess Dave

StriDorks - A Very Short FanFiction

"S'up?"

"...Hey." Your name is Dave Strider and you are currently standing dumbfounded in the doorway to your apartment.

"Dude are you gonna shut the door?" Dirk asks as he shuts the fridge with his hip, holding a carton of apple juice in one hand and a carton of orange juice in the other. You shut the door slowly, and he seems to make a point of swaying his hips as he walks over to the couch and sits himself down.

"Dirk..." You start to say, eyeing the dress that he's wearing. Sure, you've seen him in a dress before, that's hardly a surprise. No, you're more worried about what dress he's actually wearing.

"Yeah, lil' bro?" Dirk hands you the apple juice as he smirks. Obviously he's doing this just to get your goat.

"Where'd you get the dress?"

"Around." You fight the urge to sigh loudly. He smirks slightly at you. Anyone else wouldn't have seen that smirk, but growing up with him meant you could tell.

"Don't you have your own dresses?"

"I wanted to try yours on." You sigh. You give up and throw yourself on the couch next to your bro.