Our Tree (Dave x Reader)

(A/N) Ok, so there is some cussing and a small fight scene... oh well!
~~~~~~~10 years ago~~~~~~~

"Sup, (y/n)?"

You turn around, to reveal Dave, the young Strider boy that sat behind you in class and was always wearing sunglasses.

"Hey, Dave!" He sat next to you on the ground.  It was currently recess, and you were by yourself reading a book.

"Apple juice?" He holds out a bottle towards you.  You take it, and you see that he is already drinking from another.  

"So, (y/n), why are you by yourself?"

You shrug. "I guess I just don't want to have to deal with other people right now..." you drifted off.

He stands up.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."  

You quickly stop him.  "No, Dave, I didn't mean you! You're... cool," you end with a smile, knowing how much being cool means to him.  Even though you are only in second grade, he is always the cool kid.

He smirks, and sits back down next to you.  You both start talking about interests and hobbies, funny stories, and school.  You find out that he lives with his older brother, like you live with your older sister.  Before recess ends, you know you have started a strong friendship.

~~~~~~~7 years ago~~~~~~~

"Dave!" you yell your best friend's name.  He walked over to you and you both sat down at the tree.  You had been inseparable since that first day in 2nd grade.  

"Hey, (y/n), you want to come to my house today? Like for a sleepover or something?"

"Sure!" you exclaim.  His face brightens a bit, to the point where his normally expressionless face could almost be described as happy.

He turns towards the tree, and with a knife (which he shouldn't have and I don't encourage 5th graders to carry, but this is for the story) carves both of your initials into it.

"There," he says.  "Now it will always be our tree."
~~~~~~~That night~~~~~~~

So far, you had met Dave's brother, Dirk, and seen more smuppet butt than you ever thought was imaginable.  You had listened to Dave rap and play his turntables, and you had both engaged in an apple juice chugging contest.  Finally, it was somewhere around 11 'o clock at night and you were both exhausted.  

"(y/n), Dave, lights out, come on," Dirk announced.  You and Dave walk into his bedroom without complaint.  You yawn and flop down on his bed.  He lays down next to you (because you guys are in, like, 5th grade, and it doesn't have to mean anything).

"Goodnight, Dave," you turn towards him only to find him already asleep.  You close your eyes as well, and let yourself succumb to sleep.

~~~~~~~Le Time Skip to 4 years ago~~~~~~~

Every day after school, since 8th grade doesn't have recess, you and Dave meet under the tree.  It's a ritual now, and then you walk home together.  Today, though, you were being held up at your locker.

You get slammed into your locker by the lead bully.  His cronies snicker.  You already have bruises, and are trying not to let them see how much pain you are truly in.  

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Your little boyfriend not here to save you?" The lead bully pulled you to him, so your face was inches from his.  "Good.  Now we can punish you for being such a little whore."

He spins and throws you into the lockers on the other side of the hallway, and you sink to the floor.  He forces you to stand up, and grabs you by the neck, squeezing tighter and tighter.  Black spots begin to cloud your vision.  Suddenly, you are dropped to the floor.  You focus on trying to breathe, but with each breath, it feels like your throat is on fire.

The bullies run away, and a hand touches your shoulder.  You flinch, and look up, prepared for the worst.  Luckily, it's just Dave, looking at you worriedly.  You hug him, and he stands surprised at first, but then hugs back.  You start to cry.

He rubs your back.  You are shocked that he is showing this much emotion.  You eventually pull away, and he gives you one of his trademark half smiles.  

"Come on, (y/n). Let's go."

He leads the way, and you end up walking to his apartment.  He gets his brother to help him clean you up, then calls your sister to let her know that you were staying at his house tonight.  He makes you lay down in his bed, refusing to let you sleep on the couch.  

"Dave," you mumble sleepily.  "Thank you." You close your eyes, and are almost asleep when you feel his lips press against your forehead.

"No problem," he murmurs, and leaves.  

~~~~~~~Present Day~~~~~~~

Neither you nor Dave had spoken of the night he saved you.  However, you were both now in your senior year of high school, and you had a small *cough*HUGE*cough* crush on him.  You had begun to spend more time with him after school after the "incident", and many of your friends teased you about this.  The bullies had all left you alone, and sometimes you wonder just what Dave did to scare them off.  

Anyway, you are currently on your way to Dave's, since he texted you that there was an emergency that he needed your help with right away.  You chuckle to yourself; even though he is super cool, he can still be one of the biggest idiots you know.  This "emergency" was probably just another crow or a shortage of apple juice.
       
On the way, you pass the tree you both had claimed and stroked the carved initials.  You sighed, knowing your feelings would never be returned.

"Dave!" You knock on his door. You hear shuffling on the other side, and the door is quickly opened by the young Strider.  You walk in, then turn around to face him.  

"So what did you need?"

"You know, just wanted to talk.  Come with me to my bedroom?"

"Sure." You follow him to his bedroom, where he shuts the door behind you.  You sit on his bed.  This is nothing new, he usually does this whenever something is too much for him to handle.  

"So, what did you want to talk about?" you ask.  He sits next to you, and turns towards you.

"I just... need some advice."

"Go on."

"Well, there's this girl," he begins, and your heart sinks.  You don't know how many girlfriends you've had to help him with.  He keeps going, "I pretty much know for a fact that she would never like me, but I wondered if you think I would have a shot."

You stay calm.  "Well, what is she like?"

"She's smart, pretty, funny, cool, you know... perfect."

You hide your disappointment.  "And her name?"

"Well," he puts one hand on your face.  "It's you."

Everything freezes, and you are immediately filled with joy.  You smile brightly, lean towards him, and whisper, "I think you definitely have a shot."

He smiles, and hesitantly kisses you.  You kiss back, and soon you both are locked in a "tongue-tango."  You have to admit, you are enjoying it.  Plus, he tastes like apple juice.

Suddenly, you are both being held apart by Dirk, who just so happened to flash-step in the room to supervise.  

He looks at Dave.  "Good job, bro, but come on, man.  Take her to dinner first."

He shifts his attention to you.  "And you, (y/n)... welcome to the family."  He sets you down, then walks out, leaving you two to work things out.  

Dave pulls you into a hug.  "I love you, (y/n).  I always have, since that first day in second grade."

"I love you too, Dave.  And I always will."