(Dave x Reader one.shot)
I saw him again today. Dave…Dave Strider. He was just so cute! I love everything about him.
His cool kid demeanor,
the way his shades cover his eyes, as if they were hiding a long kept secret…
the way his blonde hair looks so soft and touchable,
and his light freckles that dust the pale, peach skin of his face, painting him in an almost innocent light.
But sadly, he would never go for a girl like me…
Sighing for the millionth time that day, I closed my notebook, which served as my journal. Leaning my head against the tree, I played with the frayed ends of the spiral on the side of my notebook.
Now I know what you’re thinking, why on earth would anyone keep their most private thoughts in their notebook? Wouldn’t people easily read it?
And my answer to such questions is NO. That is the whole point of having a plain old, spiral bound notebook as a journal because it doesn’t draw attention. I can carry it around school and others would think it was my notebook for taking notes in History or something. Having a notebook as a journal was the most incognito thing that I could have done to keep my journal a secret.
But I digress.
“Ah, DAVE!” My ears perked up from hearing the sound of his name. Keeping my journal close to my chest, I watched as a pretty girl with auburn hair run over to where Dave stood leaning ironically against the school building.
“Sup?” God, even his voice oozed sexiness. It sounded so smooth, so calm and collected. As if nothing could faze him.
I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I had a feeling that girl was going to ask him out. Pursing my lips, I truly noticed how beautiful she was. The sun was shining against her hair, making it look like the richest shade of copper, and she had such a slender figure.
She had more of a chance of dating Dave than me; that was what I knew for sure.
Suddenly, I heard the bell ring, indicating the end of lunch as I quickly got off of the ground, dusting myself as I held my journal close and made my way towards the school building, fighting back the feeling of sadness that threatened to consume my thoughts.
Last Period/ U.S. History:
I sat near the back of the classroom, sketching Dave’s profile in my journal as I waited for the bell to ring.
As always, my thoughts kept on straying to him as a blush began dusting my cheeks.
It was so strange. Me and Dave have always been in school together, since our elementary years up until now, but never once had he noticed me. Not once had we spoken.
‘Heh, and I suppose he never will.’ This was mostly due to the fact that I was WAY too shy to even approach the boy. I had always had a deep admiration for him. He knew who he was and would never change his personality. To me, he will always be the elusive cool kid that I loved.
The final bell rang, indicating that school was over. Standing, I held the journal to my chest as I fought against the students eager to get out.
Reaching the halls, I always hated the end-of-school rush that every student had. As always, the place was CROWDED, filled with kids all ready to get out. ‘Ugh, maybe I should have waited in class for a few more minutes.’
“Whoa!” I felt someone push against me, causing me to fall as I yelped and dropped my journal. ‘NO NO OHMYGOD NO!’ Blushing, I looked up and saw the face of the person who bumped into me and nearly had a heart attack.
Kneeling in front of me was DAVE. The same Dave I have dedicated the majority of my journal entries to.
If he saw the contents of my journal, I would die, just DIE.
“Hey, sorry bout that.” He seemed a bit sheepish, pushing up his glasses as he looked at the books surrounding us.
“N-no problem!” I caught sight of my journal, its cover laying facedown as I picked it up. “Goodbye!” Without another word, I jumped up and ran out of the building.
[5 Minutes Later]
[>>>>>>>At the Park]
“Stupid stupid STUPID! Why didn’t you stick around to help him?!”
Berating myself at the park, I realized that Dave had also dropped his books and notebook when he accidentally bumped into me, but I made no attempt to HELP HIM. God, I must have looked like such a bitch to him.
Close to tears, I went towards the bench and picked up my journal to record today’s terrible event.
That was when I realized something even more horrifying.
The notebook wasn’t blue, like my journal, it was RED.
And scrawled on the cover of it was ‘Sociology, Dave.’
I HAD GRABBED DAVE’S NOTEBOOK!!!
Which meant that Dave had MY JOURNAL!
In a frenzy I opened the cover, hoping to reveal his number, address, ANYTHING so that I could fix this and save my journal.
But instead, what I found on the first page made my heart stop.
I saw __________ today, but of course, I don’t think she noticed me.
Which sucks. I always see her everywhere I go! I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.
She was so special, so different than all the other girl’s that try to win my attention.
And it doesn’t help that we’ve basically been in school together for like ever now. This is so uncool, me, Dave fucking Strider, can’t get the attention of the one girl that I like.
This isn’t right! Striders are supposed to be a chick magnet!
So why is it that I can get the attention of every girl but hers?!
My breathing stopped. This was…his journal… and he…
Does that mean he liked me back?
With unsteady hands, I carefully flipped through the pages. I found that each one of the entries contained the same words of longing I had for him…
But instead, they were directed at me.
“Ah, __________, that’s my j-journal.” Freezing up, I began to tremble as I lifted my gaze up, meeting with Dave’s flushed face.
Without speaking, he turned slightly and unzipped his backpack, carefully pulling out my blue notebook as he handed it to me. “T-this is yours.”
I was speechless. Never before had I seen Dave’s face be so red, almost like the color of his shirt. “D-did you read it?”
Silence settled over us for what seemed like eternity. Finally, he nodded and did something completely unexpected.
Leaning down, he covered my lips with his own in a kiss. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling as if my heart would burst from the sensation of his lips on mine.
Pulling away, he whispered huskily against my ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
With a smile, I stood and hugged him close, burying my face against his chest.
Who knew reading each other’s journals was all it took to get us together?