Dave x Male!Reader x John - New Roomies [CH1]

John threw a crushed pop can across the room, making it square in the middle of the trashcan. “Oh, score!”

Dave followed him up, making a perfectly executed throw with an empty bottle of apple juice. He let out a large sigh and sat back on the couch. He then grabbed a second bottle off of the end table and began chugging more of the fruity liquid.

John belched, whispered a quick ‘excuse me’, and arose from the couch to grab another Dr. Pepper. As he opened the fridge, he was surprised to find that it was almost completely empty - aside from the few sodas and apple juice bottles. He grabbed his drink and headed back towards the living room.

“Dave, what’re we going to have for dinner?” John asked as he plopped down on the couch. “The fridge is empty… again.”

Dave shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out his fine leather wallet. He sorted through it, which left a frown on his face. “Dude, I’ve only got five bucks. What’ve you got?”

John reached into his own pockets, dumping the contents onto the couch. “Let’s see… I’ve got two dollars, a buffalo nickel, some earbuds… and oh, look! A stick of gum!” He unwrapped the treat and popped it in his mouth with a smile.

“Seven dollars…” Dave looked over his glasses, his red eyes boring into John’s forehead, “Man, how the hell do we only have seven dollars?!”

“Well, we did pay rent just yesterday, which would be $300 out of each of our pockets,” John replied. “Being twenty and on our own is terrible.”

Dave rolled his eyes. “Did you just realize that?” He ran his fingers through his light blonde hair, obviously showing that his nerves were starting to get to him. “What should we do?”

John pondered this question for a moment. His fingers tapped on the arm of the couch. They could move out, but they loved this apartment. It had taken the two of them long enough to find jobs, they couldn’t quit those and find new ones in enough time. As much as John didn’t want to, he knew there was only one real way.

He took a deep breath, and cautiously let it out. “I think we need a roommate.”

Dave crushed a second plastic bottle and tossed it into the trash, then set his eyes back on John. His mouth had created a thin line, which made it nearly impossible for the other boy to decide what exactly he was feeling.

“Yeah,” Dave said, shaking his head, “yeah, we do.”

John blinked, surprised at his answer. He grabbed his laptop and readied himself. This was it. He was going to put up an advertisement, and in a week or so they would be welcoming someone new into their abode. A stranger, but not just any stranger - a stranger that they must approve of, which wasn’t something that they, Dave specifically, were very good at.

Clicking and clacking came from the keyboard as John typed away, trying to make the perfect article, hoping to find the perfect roommate:

Hello all. I am John Egbert, and I am living with my friend, Dave Strider. Due to rent troubles, we need a third roommate in order to get by. We need a guy who can help keep the house up to snuff, put out his share of the rent, and match personalities with the two of us so there aren’t too many arguments - Dave adds that you must be cool as fuck and extremely ironic or there is no chance of you being accepted. A third of the rent would be $200. Answer if you feel you qualify!

John hit the enter key, finalizing the article. He sat back and stared at the computer screen for a bit. “Well, hopefully this works…” He muttered under his breath as Dave inhaled another apple juice.