Valentine's Dance Pt. 1 (Dave x Reader)

Dave groaned inwardly as yet another girl asked him to the Valentine's Day Dance.

The Dance was going to be held in the school gym on Valentine's Day at around 6:00 p.m. Unfortunately, Valentine's Day was tomorrow and about four girls had already asked him to the dance. All of which were patiently declined by the self-proclaimed 'cool kid', who also (unfortunately at times like this) happened to be the most popular boy in school.

"S-so, I w-was wondering if, m-maybe, i-if you didn't have a-anyone else to take, m-maybe you'd like to, u-um, go to the dance w-with me?" The girl finished nervously, her words shaky yet hopeful, as everyone knew Dave had yet to find someone to take to the dance.

"Sorry, but no." Dave answered the girl as he had all of the others who had summoned up the courage to ask him to the dance.

"O-oh, okay. S-sorry." The girl said, her lip trembling as she turned and walked away dejectedly.

Sighing, Dave looked across the lunch table at his best friend, and secret crush, (f/n) (l/n).

"I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to take this." Dave said, banging his head against the side of the table.

(f/n) laughed at this, reaching across the table and poking Dave's forehead. "Maybe if you weren't so cool, this wouldn't happen to you." She giggled, earning a frown from the cool kid.

"Victim blaming. How nice of you (f/n)." He said, crossing his arms on top of the table and looking at (f/n) over his shades.

"I'm just saying." She said with a shrug. Dave rolled his eyes and laid his chin on his crossed arms.

"Hey, on the subject of the Dance, why do you keep rejecting all these girls? I would think you would be jumping at the chance to go with the prettiest girls in school. Are you even going to the dance? Or," She gasped and looked at Dave with mock surprise. "Are you planning on going with one of the guys?"

"Haha, very funny." Dave said as her face broke into a wicked grin.

"I'm just asking! It wouldn't bother me if you were for, you know, the other team." (f/n) said, waggling her eyebrows.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. If you want to be friends with a guy who's 'for the other team' I'm sure John is accepting friendship applications." Dave said.

At this, (f/n) let out a whoop of wild laughter and slammed her hand down on the table, startling everyone in the surrounding lunch area.

"Oh man, I'm sorry." (f/n) laughed, wiping tears from the rims of her eyes.

Dave watched her intently, bright red eyes following her every move from behind his signature cool kid shades. Resisting the urge to smile at her outburst, which he found adorable by the way, Dave arched an eyebrow at (h/c) haired girl. "It wasn't that funny."

"You can't even appreciate your own humor, can you Captain Buzzkill?" (f/n) asked with a frown.

"I am not Captain Buzzkill." Dave replied, giving (f/n) an equally intense frown.

"You are too." She retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Am not." Dave shot back, lifting his head off of his crossed arms.

"Are too." (f/n) said matter-of-factly.

"Am not!" Dave said frustratedly, glaring at her through his shades.

Narrowed (e/c) eyes locked gazes with shaded red ones.

"Are too." (f/n) repeated.

"Am not." Dave growled back.

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"You're just lying to yourself, Strider!"

"The only one lying here is you, (l/n)!"

The two glared at each other silently for a few seconds, before Dave unwillingly grinned at (f/n).

Unable to resist, the girl grinned back at Dave before they both burst into uncharacteristic laughter.

"You should've seen your face!" (f/n) laughed, gripping her sides.

"Yeah, well, yours was worse!" Dave laughed.

They both quieted down a little, the people around them rolling their eyes and trying to ignore the childish pair.

Dave, finally realizing how out of character he was being (hint hint), bit his bottom lip to keep himself from laughing again as his face settled back into it's usual emotionless expression.

(f/n) followed his lead and settled for a lop-sided, yet quiet, grin.

-timeskip to end of the day-

As (f/n) was gathering her things from her locker, she noticed Dave walk up out of the corner of her eye.

Turning to face her friend, she noticed a slight pink blush dusted across the boy's cheeks.

Deciding it was probably nothing, she slung her bag over her shoulder. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Strider?" She asked sarcastically.

Shuffling his feet nervously, Dave looked up at his friend. "I need you to be serious here for a second (f/n)."

Raising her eyebrows, the girl nodded slowly. "I can do that. What is it you want Dave?"

"I need to ask you a question." Dave said, looking down at his feet to hide the blush that was darkening on his cheeks.

"Shoot." (f/n) said, frowning slightly.

Taking a deep breath, Dave looked back up at (f/n).

"Earlier, when you asked me why I kept rejecting all those girls, I didn't want to answer you honestly. Actually, I didn't know if I could answer you honestly. But, I haven't agreed to take anyone to the dance because," Dave paused, gathering up all the courage he could muster before continuing, "Because I wanted to ask you."

(f/n)'s eyes widened, shock flashing across her face as Dave yet again looked down at the floor, steeling himself for the rejection that was sure to come.

"I'd love to."

Or maybe not.

Dave looked up at (f/n), surprised. "Really?"

(f/n) gave him a small smile. "Of course. I think it'd be fun."

Dave couldn't help but break into a relieved grin. "For a second there I was sure you'd turn me down."

"Turn you down? Why Mr. Strider I am appalled." She said, bringing a hand to her chest and feigning hurt.

Dave chuckled. "No harm meant m'lady."

(f/n) grinned. "Well, I better be off. See you tomorrow Dave!" She said giving her friend a hug before bounding to the door with a delighted squeal.

"See ya." Dave said to himself, a smile ever present on his usually stoic face.

Tomorrow was going to be great.