Dave strider

Its a saturday, In june, Summer time. Its fucking hot. Your just at your house, in a cold bath since your guardian made you do work outside because they were a lazy bitch. You're just sitting there in the bath until your phone rang. . Kachow cool ringtone noises. . You lean over the tub rim and look at your phone, ITS FUCKING DAVE STRIDER. YOUR BFF. You almost fall over when you go to pick it up, but you regain your balance quickly then pick up the phone, the water sloshing around on your body as you scrambled to make sure your phone didn't slip out of your hand and break. Dave : "yo, uh..wanna come over and play with some tunes?..it's boring here." You stared at your phone for no fucking reason (it wasn't on facetime so huh-), then replied with a ecstatic response of 'YES YES YES!!' and you ended the call. . Now it's 2 hours later and y'all are at his house playing with tunes on his record player thingy (idfk) and his computer to tune em. You were on his lap and tuning the record thing. He was fine with it of course. after all, he was your bestie. Well that was about to change. Because right in the middle of you choosing a record to play when you were finished tuning, you felt something hard poking you. Shit. Dave had a boner. . *You looked at him, alerting him that you knew about it and he blushed like crazy. His face as red as his crimson orbs . Dave : "shit, uh..sorry-"