Stranded (Davekat)

Be Dave Strider

I was walking through the park on my way home from buying some aj after school when I noticed something leaning against a tree. As I good closer I saw that it was something but someone.

I stopped about five feet away to get a better look, it was a boy probably around my age with grey paint covering his hands and face. He appeared to be knocked out and a couple a sleazy guys were eying him from a near by bench.

Shoving my bags into my book bag, I decided to take him back to my apartment before those guys came over to pick pocket him or worse, hooking my arms under his head and legs he was surprisingly light and I continued my walk home.

I stopped in front of the building wandering how I was going to open any doors while holding this guy.

"Hey Mister whatcha doin?" the annoying little girl that lives a floor down from me asked.

"Going home" I replied.

"Is that a dead body?"

"No my friends just sleeping"

"Do you need any help?"

"Yeah if you could open a couple doors for me and the elevator"

Her face lit up as she ran to the door pushing it open as wide as she could.

"Why Is he so sleepy?" she asked after we got an the elevator, My apartment was on the top floor so I guess I couldn't dodge questions.

"He was running to much and got tired"

"Why is his skin gray?"

"He was cosplaying"

"What's a Cosplayer?"

"Someone who dresses up like a someone from TV or Books"

"like halloween?"

"Yeah like halloween" finally I reached the door and almost sighed in relief,"Well this is my door thanks for the help bye"

I rush inside, kick all bro's smupets of the couch and set down the boy carefully resting his head on the arm of the couch and brushed his dark hair out of his face.

Now that I could get a good look at him I noticed he had a nice sided gash on his forehead, and he was wearing an oversized sweater with the cancer symbol even though it was the middle of summer in Texas, also he had little candy corn horns sticking out.

I went to the bathroom to got a rag and a bandage to fix up his forehead.

"Dave, Why is there a guy passed out on our couch?" shit bro wasn't supposed to be back from Jake's for another hour.

I rushed back into the living room to see Jake standing nervously by the door and Dirk poke the gray kids face.

"Bro stop that" I swatted hand and started cleaning the gash.

"Alright, But who is he your boyfriend?" he asked trying to annoy me.

"No I don't know who he is I found him like this in the park with some shady dudes watchin him creepily so I brought him here"

"What happened to the blokes head, Dave?'' Jake called, I loved his accent and the way he used such old words because it cheers me up totally not because I'm in to my Bro's Bf.

"I don't know I found already unconscious" I rolled my eyes even though they couldn't see it through my shades.

As I wiped the wet cloth over his skin I noticed that the paint didn't come off but I ignored it and put the bandage on.

Turing away I almost laughed at Dirk carefully picking up all the stupid puppets I threw off the couch.

"Did you have to use the couch and through my puppets on the ground?''

"Where was suppose to put him?''

"Why didn't you put him on your bed?"

"Then I would still have to move your stupid dolls to sleep on the couch"

"Dirk they're just puppets, If you really desire I'll help you put them back in you room" Jake breaks in.

I smirk at my victory and sit on the couch picking up the boys legs and resting them on my lap afterword.

It's Tv time.

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Peace Out
-Mandi