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The words seemed to soar through Dave Strider's ears along with mixed emotions. Bro Strider, you are guilty. He had endured several years of abuse from the man and unhealthy treatment but he would've never wanted to hear those words. It was unhealthy but he still loved his brother. And in the months following, he had moved in with a family. Alexander and Sara Sprite. They were kind but Dave never felt as if he had a home there. He felt like a stray cat hiding in a box. Soon to be moved to the garbage lot and having to fend for himself. Unfortunate.
The feeling of emptiness and pain in his gut was honestly swelling. His first day of school was tomorrow and in his current state, 11th grade was going to absolutely suck. Dave was choosing his outfit while some shitty movie played in the background. Background noise seemed to be essential these days. He picked out some black Adidas pants, a red shirt, and a pair of black converse. Seemed fine enough. The Sprite family was definitely generous, which was something Dave very much appreciated. He just didn't feel like a part of their family. It was sad, but the truth seemed to always be sad for the male.
After staying up until nearly 3am with anxiety, he fell asleep. And in two hours was up to get ready. After of course hitting the snooze button. He was never exactly ready to get up. He adored sleep. He called it death without commitment. He slept all the time. Even when he wasn't tired. He had some ZzzQuil and that shit knocks you right the fuck out. Unfortunately he was out but he would get more. His groggy feeling set in place at around 5:45. He pulled on his pants, then his shirt, then he put on his red and white snapback. He pulled on his shoes and went for his morning routine.
Dave didn't have a set routine he just knew he had shit to do and shit would have to be done that morning. Starting with brushing his teeth. After that was done, he washed his face, then his hands, then he put on his shades. Once he decided he was ready, he grabbed his phone and earbuds. He had time so he blasted music until around 6:30 which was when his bus would come. He stood outside and waited, approximately seven minutes. He made a mental note of this. He got on the bus and sat down. He did the typical 'cool kid' thing and put his bag next to him so no one would sit by him. He hoped this method would be effective.
Fortunately, it was. Bus 41 never seemed better. It was full but not too full that everyone had a partner. The only downside was how early and late it was. Upon leaving the bus, he took a deep breath. It already smelled like fall was coming. He entered the school building and looked around. He needed a place to sleep.
He found a semi-empty hallway and curled up by the corner. He was tall and lanky so he took up some space but he figured it'd be no big deal. He shut his eyes and...bam. He was out. Dave only woke up when he was forced by some boy saying his locker was right there. He had a small group of friends with him. A tall, dark girl with long black hair. She had vibrant green eyes and a nice body. Next, he noticed a pale girl with blonde hair holding some other girl's hand. Goth girlfriends. How nice. As he was taking in the situation and people, the boy was starting to give a look. "Could you just move?" He was trying not to sound like too much of an asshole, but Dave took it the entire wrong way. Of course he didn't do anything about it. He picked up his bag and pretty much towered over the little dude. That's when he noticed how pretty he was.
The male couldn't have been more than 5'6, and that's being generous. He had pale skin, cute freckles, and these amazing blue eyes. The boy also had the cutest body type and fuck, Dave you're staring.
"Yeah." He said, he noticed a bit of apprehension from the boy, Dave supposed he looked shorter curled up. Dave was a 6'4, tan, and overall he just had a resting bitch face. He walked away slowly. And that was his first encounter with his soon to be boyfriend.