Curently, you and Dave were both in his bed. After a night of criticizing ironic and shity movies, as well as listening to some of his sick beats, you both passed out. As the sun came up over the Huston city, the light peaked through the curtains, waking the both of you up.

Dave sat up in bed,his shades a bit crooked, so he fixed them. Why he wears them to sleep is still a mystery. But you could tell he was peachy and he was smiling slightly...odd, I mean- its not like dave was emotionless, but he was usually stoic.

"Heh...what a sick dream...[Name] and I were making out, felt like I was on the fucking moon, stars passing through the stratosphere like they were drugged up on steroids, all beefy and shit,ready to light up our bodies like a damn spotlight on a fancy ass opera stage. Giggling and go lucky and shit, having a grand as time as if we were in one of those cheesy ass hallmark movies,the ones you see at the bottom of the barrel in a low turned down pawn shop with your mom when you were younger, the five bucks in your pocket being just enough for the one night view."

Dave rambled,putting his arm behind his head,leaning against the wall as he still sat in the comfortable sheets of heaven in his bed. You listened intently and unphased as it was normal for him to take things into greater proportion.

"Can't for the life of me remember how the damn thing ended, though. Black screen cut, like static on a broken TV cable when you're at an old relatives house that you cant be damned to know or remember, the ones who say "oh you've gotten so big!" And they're a fucking stranger, your sitting there clueless as to who the hell is standing right infront of you and shit."

Your eyes peer to him, your face is a little hot...but why? Its not like your not use to his profanity or even the shit he says so why are you so bother- ohhhh... thats right. The thing on your neck.

You pulled down the collar of your shirt, revealing a bruise with slight bite marks on your neck. As Dave's eyes glanced over to it, he shot up straight, the hairs on his skin going up in a swift movement.

"DID YOU HAVE SHIT BEFORE!!!???"

"No..."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME!?????"

he sputtered, which wasn't like the cool and ironic persona dave was known for. His shades slightly slipped from his face when he abruptly moved, and quickly fixed them, yet again.