With Eyes to Hear and Hands to Speak

I know, bad author, i just didn't have any ideas! so this chapter is short, and kinda sucks, sorry

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Dave's POV

I had a three step master plan to build myself up to asking John to the dance.

Step one: Saturday-Monday

Flirt with him. More than usual. More obviously than usual. Unleash that Strider charm full blast.

Step two: Tuesday

Continue to flirt with the boy, but get closer. Hold his hand if you can. Talk to him about everything you can think of. Everything.

Step three: Wednesday

Continue with steps one and two. Bring flowers. Ask him to the dance in a semi private area with few people. Hope as hard as you can that he says yes.

I knew it was probably going to fail completely, but I didn't care. I just kept telling myself, 'Admit your feelings and hope for the best.' He would most likely just reject me and we'd continue being bros. I hoped that that would be the worst case. But knowing how my life is, it'd probably turn out a lot worse.

'He's not only going to reject you, but he'll avoid you completely. He'll hate you for the rest of your pathetic little life. He'll hate you while he's up in heaven, playing piano, and you're stuck burning in hell.'

'You know what thoughts? Shut the fuck up.'

I buried my face in my pillow and fell asleep with nothing swirling around my head for once.

I woke up disoriented. Where was I? Was I still asleep? I hoped not. I hate those kinds of dreams when you wake up and you're actually still asleep. I pushed down and felt that my bed was beneath me. Alright, so I didn't move. I sat up and grabbed my shades before venturing out of my room. Everything seemed normal. It was about 7 am on a Saturday, so it made sense that Bro and Dirk were still asleep. Lil Cal was still on the fridge. Geez, I hate that thing.

I was about to go back to my room to sleep until noon when someone knocked on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Rose and Kanaya. When I opened it, I asked, *What do you two want?*

"Good morning to you too, Dave." Rose said as she walked in. She sat down on the couch and looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes and sat next to her, with Kanaya on her other side.

*Do your moms even know that you're gone?* I asked them.

"My mom's probably too drunk off her ass to know when I'm there." Rose said.

"And I stayed at her house last night." Kanaya replied.

"Roxy drove us." Finished Rose.

*I see. Now, to repeat my earlier question: What do you two want?*

"Just to know how you're going to ask John to the dance on Friday. You know; if you ever grow the balls to do it."

*Wow. First of all, rude. Second of all, I was planning on asking him on Wednesday. I've got a plan.*

"Could I make hot chocolate before you tell us?" Cut in Kanaya.

*Uh... sure. It's in the cabinet above the microwave.* She thanked me and went into the kitchen to make the hot chocolate.

Rose and I sat there for about three minutes before hearing Kanaya yell, "Holy fuck, that's hot!"

We went into the kitchen to see Kanaya shaking her hand in front of the open microwave. Rose went over to make sure it wasn't too bad, while I was trying not to smile. Just then, Bro walked in, still in pajamas, no shirt, and no shades.

"Oh, hi uncle Ambrose." Rose said, glancing up.

"Hello Rosaline." Bro replied. They have this ongoing thing about using their full names. It's weird. I try not to get involved. "Something smells good. Is that hot chocolate?"

"Um, yes. Do you want me to make you some?" Kanaya asked.

"No thanks, I've actually gotta go soon." He left the kitchen and went back to his room. I grabbed the three mugs and went back into the living room to tell the girls my plan. Then another person knocked as I was setting them down.

I went to answer it and saw, quite unexpectedly, John.

John's POV

I was ridiculously nervous as I walked up the steps to Dave's apartment. I had a small bouquet of flowers in my hands, which were slick with sweat. When I finally got to the top (where Dave lived) I was out of breath. I stood there for a few minutes before I finally caught my breath and gathered the courage to knock.

I quickly hid the flowers behind my back as Dave opened the door. I saw his eyebrows shoot up above his shades and into his hair.

*Hey, what's up?*

Oh shit. I hadn't thought this through. I was holding the flowers, but I needed my hands to sign, and I didn't have anywhere else to put them, and talking'd be suspicious. I quickly decided to just stick them in my pants. It was not comfortable.

*Hey, Dave. Uh, nothing much. Can I come inside?* I will admit that I was shaking a bit.

*Sure. Rose and Kanaya are here too.* Well shit. Ah, Rose probably already knew, and if she did, I don't doubt that she'd tell Kanaya.

I quickly put the flowers in the kitchen as we passed it.

*Do you want some hot chocolate?* Dave asked.

*Does it have any trace of peanuts?*

He went to find the packet it came in and read it. *Yeah, says 'may contain peanuts.' Why? You allergic?*

*Yeah, it's why I can't have bakery cakes or m&m's. Or a lot of other things.*

*You've never had m&m's? Damn.*

I greeted Rose and Kanaya as Dave sat down. *So, what'd you need? Or could you just not stand to stay away from me for the whole weekend?* He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I rolled my eyes and said, *Dave, no.*

*Dave, yes.*

*No. And I needed to ask you something. But, if you're just gonna be an asshole, I'll wait until Monday.*

*No, no! I'm not being an asshole! Ask away John, ask away.* He made a dramatic sweeping gesture with his hands when he was done.

*Well, could we go to the kitchen? No offense to you guys,* I directed this towards the girls, *I just want to ask in private.*

Rose smiled and said, *It's fine. We should leave anyway, right Kanaya?*

Kanaya nodded and they got up and left.

*Well, we're in private. What do you want to ask?*

I put my finger up in a 'just a moment' motion and got up to get the flowers from where I had dropped them in the kitchen. I came back with them behind me again. I quickly gave them to Dave and asked *I was wondering, if, maybe, you'd want to uh... to go... to the dance? With me?* My face was hot, and I had a hard time controlling my breathing, which sucked, because I left my inhaler down in the car, and an asthma attack is definitely not something I wanted to happen while asking Dave out.

He looked down at the flowers, back up at me, and suddenly got up and hugged me. When he pulled back, he smiled and answered, *Yes.*

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ATTENTION: i will not be here on sunday, i'm going to my grandmas house, and she has zero wifi. so i might just try todo a doble update the sunday after i get back, or maybe one on wednesday to make up for it. seeya!