>Your name is Dave Strider and you are going to meet your best friend for the first time.

 

Dave stands around, hands in his pocket, eyes scanning the swarm of people, boarding, unboarding, lost and looking for someone they've lost, kids crying for their moms, moms scolding their kids and anything you could imagine. His shades droop to the tip of his long nose and he pushes them back up, immediately shoving his hand back into his pocket. He shifts his weight and scans the crowd again.

 

Today is the day that he meets John Egbert. His best friend of 5 long years. He's been looking forward to this day since John told him about booking the flight. It was unexpected, he didn't even ask, but of course Dave would never miss an opportunity to finally meet John.

 

According to the prankster, his visit is Dave's birthday present.

 

"Because I know how in love you are with me and how you're dying to meet me."

 

Those were his exact words.

 

Truth be told: Dave isn't sure how he feels about John Egbert. He likes him a lot! Probably more than he should, but he isn't IN LOVE with him or anything. At least that's what he tells himself as he spots his face in the crowd and restrains himself from running over and hugging him. That's not what cool kids did after all. Definitely not what cool kids did.

 

John sees him and of course he smiles that goofy grin that Dave's seen countless times on video call. It's much better in real life.

 

>Your name is John Egbert and you're really excited!

 

John drags his bags across the not quite spotless airport floors, looking for a blonde kid donning a pair of aviators. That kid is Dave Strider and John couldn't be happier to finally see his best bro face to face!

 

He didn't exactly plan this trip, he didn't even think of it. It was Dad that brought up the idea.

 

"It's almost his birthday anyways, and you always talk about him, you should pay him a visit." Dad's suggestion of course was followed by a monologue about how proud he was of his son.

 

A few days later, the flight was booked and he was set to go, telling Dave sort of last minute, not that he minded.

 

 

John looks around again and smiles when he finally spots him. He picks up his bags from the floor, since dragging them slows him down, and pushes his way through the mob of people until he reached Dave.

 

Dave nods and gives him a simple 'sup', trying way too hard to be cool when John can always see through his facade.

 

He drops his bags on the floor again and traps him in a hug, hearing the manliest of squeaks come out of Dave's mouth. John bursts out laughing, letting go of Dave who smooths out his clothes and sends him a glare (from what John could tell with those shades on).

 

"Not cool bro."

 

"What, is the cool guy too good for hugs with his best friend?" John jokes and gets a somewhat of a smile from Dave.

 

"Fine asshole, come here. Don't suffocate me this time though."

 

Dave gives John the awkwardest hug in existence but he doesn't mind because he's still trying to process the fact that he's actually hugging his best friend. Five years of pesterchum and video call were nothing compared to this.

 

 

 

 

Watch me give up on this lmao, guys crit, also possible makeouts later in the story and possible firetrucking OOPS.

That was so cute.

The only problem I had was with this line:

 

At least that's what he tells himself as he spots his face in the crowd and restrains himself from running over and hugging him.

It's so un-Dave-like. I think you should try to make it more subtle.

 

Otherwise, I give this all my love!

The only problem I had was with this line:

 

 

 

It's so un-Dave-like. I think you should try to make it more subtle.

 

Otherwise, I give this all my love!

 

IMO I think Dave would do that

Since I think he's a dork and not cool at all lmao

Most of this fanfic is gonna have my headcanons and Dave being a love sick puppy is one of them

>Play some sick beats

 

Dave helps John with his bags to his beat up car (given to him by Bro of course). It used to be a sweet ride, but it belonged to Bro originally and he basically firetrucked the car over before handing it over to Dave. He doesn't mind. A set of wheels is a set of wheels. He's only bitter because his bro could've totally given him the car in tip top shape, seeing as his current ride looked as new as when he first bought it, despite having gotten it quite a few years ago. Dave thinks Bro gave him a jank car in the spirit of 'irony'.

 

He throws John's things in the trunk and gets in the driver seat, waiting for Egbert to hop in.

 

"There's only one rule," he says as soon as John is in the car, "You do not touch the radio. You can spill as many drinks as you want, leave crumbs everywhere for all I care, but I get full control of the tunes."

 

He sees him rolls his eyes but he was pretty dead serious.

 

"Whatever you say Dave."

 

He starts the engine and cranks up the volume, nice and loud, enough to get the full experience but not too much that it would blow your brains out. Some of Dave's own compositions start playing and he starts driving to his place.

 

It's probably not a good idea to be wearing shades while driving when it's dark out but firetruck it, he's Dave Strider.

 

>Enjoy said sick beats

 

John thinks Dave is being silly when he basically bans him from touching the radio. He didn't want to listen to Dave's silly rap!

 

But once the music started playing, he had no complaints.

 

Dave could produce some pretty sweet tunes and that is a simple fact. Sure, he sucks at rapping, but his beats were indeed sick either way. John can't help but just relaxing in his seat and closing his eyes to enjoy the music. It's not like he could try to have a conversation with Dave because of how loud it was. Still complaints.

 

He is surprised when something familiar starts playing. He can hardly believe it when Dave's remix of his own composition starts playing. It was a collaborative project from when they were 13 and John could not believe that Dave even remembers it.

 

"Nostalgic, isn't it?" Dave's voice breaks through John's thoughts.

 

"Yeah, it is." John smiles. "I can't believe you still have something as old as that. We were such amateurs back then!"

 

"It's purely for the sake of irony. Memories of how lame we used to be. Or how lame you used to be. I was always firetrucking cool."

 

"Whatever, Dave."

This entire fanfic just foskjakflalfjaldks

 

>:U I DEMAND MOAR

>Stare at John's ass.

 

What no, Dave Strider is not staring at his best friend's ass. He is simply admiring it. Yes, that's the word.

 

It isn't like Dave could help it. John had grabbed his bags from the trunk of the car and then ran ahead of Dave and up the stairs. So he followed, getting a nice view of his choice ass.

 

But John Egbert is a nice view in general. Or more like a great view.

 

John has a nice face, something Dave already knew from their frequent video calls on Skype. He has pretty blue eyes, the kind cliches' would describe as 'deep pools of blue' or something equally stupid, but true. His overbite and glasses add a sort of charm to him in Dave's opinion, no matter how much he calls him a dork. His hair is stupid but it suits him. He's taller than Dave, something John will probably point out and make fun of Dave for later. Besides his great ass, John is tan and muscular, but not to the point where he looks like some gross muscleman. He's the sort of lean, muscular guy that high school girls would swoon for. High school girls and Dave.

 

Dave Strider likes John Egbert more than he would like to think.

 

>Check out your best friend.

 

No no no! John does not like guys! Or at least he thought so.

 

But he can't deny that his best friend is pretty attractive. No one could deny Dave Strider is one attractive motherfiretrucker.

 

John found himself staring at him in the car and the moment they got to the apartment complex, he darted out to get his bags and up the stairs to avoid being behind Dave and getting a view of his behind.

 

That doesn't stop his thoughts from roaming to the subject of Dave and how handsome he is.

 

Dave is boyishly attractive, with soft pale blonde locks and even paler skin. Freckles were dusted across his nose and cheeks (and probably other places too) and although most never got a glimpse of his eyes, John knows they're a gorgeous shade of red. He's skinny but not unhealthily so (even though John did used to wonder if Dave's bro ever fed him).

 

Wow, John really has the hots for his best friend.

 

firetruck.

YES YES YES YES YES

>Entertain your guest.

 

The evening kicks off with John wandering around the apartment without permission, determined to touch every single thing. He literally flips shit when he sees the TV in the living room, 65 inch plasma screen with kicking surround sound. He goes into Dave's room and comments on how dirty it was (Dave only ever cleaned when he couldn't see the floor, at the moment a good 5 inches were still visible through Chinese take out boxes and dirty clothes). The only room he doesn't go into is Bro's because of the glare Dave shoots his way when he nears it.

 

"Unless you're prepared to be knee deep in a pile of smuppets, do not go into Dirk's room."

 

Dave scowls when John laughs, but he backs off and wanders back into the living room and into the kitchen, right for the fridge.

 

"Jesus Christ Dave, do you guys live off of take out and fast food?"

 

"Pretty much."

 

Dirk started taking care of Dave when he was pretty young and didn't know jack shit about cooking. He decided to resort to fast food and other quick cheap stuff and never bothered to learn how to cook. And Dave never cared enough to learn either.

 

The Striders' fridge was full of cold pizza, left overs from different fast food joints and a variety of orange sodas. With a beer or two somewhere. The katanas had been cleared out a while back, in preparation for John's visit, so he wouldn't have a blade to the face.

 

John makes a repulsed face.

 

"How the firetruck are you not 500 pounds?"

 

"Striders are not fat John. We're hot as hell and a shitty diet won't change that. Plus last time one of us tried to cook, the whole apartment almost lit up in flames, and let me tell you, those fires would have not been sick."

 

Dave moves John out of the way, grabbing a slice of cold pepperoni pizza and without bothering to heat it up in their shitty microwave, takes a bite out of it before heading back into the living room and plopping down on the couch. Cold pizza was definitely the best thing ever.

 

"So what do you want to do? Watch me kick your ass at Call of Duty, rent a movie sans Nic cage or get drunk as firetruck? I could get a few beers and maybe some whiskey and tequila from the gas station."

 

"How about instead, we go out to the grocery store and buy some things so I can make you a proper meal?"

 

>Worry about your best friend.

 

Sure, Dave had a sweet pad and the best TV ever and the apartment was a lot more than he expected. But he feels a pang of guilt knowing that Dave had probably only eaten fast food and other junk all his life. Neither Dirk or Dave could cook, so it was probably pizza and Chinese and McDonalds and Whataburger and Dairy Queen constantly.

 

John however, is a pretty decent cook (and by default a great baker because of his dad). It would not be right if he didn't try to cook for Dave. It would linger on his conscious. When he suggests the idea however, Dave just stares at him with an unreadable expression.

 

>Go on a date with John Egbert.

 

Except it's not a date, it's just John being a good friend.

 

"Johnathan Egbert, are you offering to make me dinner?"

 

Dave raises an eyebrow and a small smirk is on his lips.

 

"Well you sure know how to woo a lady. But just so you know, I don't kiss on the first date."

 

John immediately gets red in the face. It's actually really cute.

 

"It's not a date!"

 

"Aw, and I was getting all excited to finally be able to wear the cute dress I got last week. Do you not think I'm date material? I'm hurt John. You offer me dinner and get a girl's hopes up only to crush them. Is it because I'm fat?" Dave continues rambling while getting up from the couch and grabbing his keys.

 

"Stop staring at my ass and let's go to the store before it closes."

 

John gets even redder and Dave laughs quietly.

 

"I wasn't staring!"

<3 <3

8D

 

Seriously, Koko. This is perfection.