Dave x Male!Reader x John - New Roomies [CH2]

John and Dave took a seat on their couch, preparing themselves for the worst. It was the day, the day both of them had been dreading; they had to interview potential roommates. As much as they didn’t want to, they had to obtain a roommate in order to continue living in their apartment. Even if they wanted to move, they still didn’t have enough money. Sadly, they would just have to deal with the company of some stranger - a ‘cool’ stranger, hopefully.

“What’ve we got?” Dave asked, peeking over John shoulder.

John held a clipboard with a list of all the candidates being interviewed. There was a total of four people on the list. Wow, a whole four. Apparently not a lot of people were able to meet those requirements.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.

John shoved the clipboard into the arms of his friend and arose to answer the door. In the doorway stood a boy with dark hair that stood to about John’s waist. John covered his mouth, trying to stop himself from giggling. “H-Hello… you must be Karkat Vantas?”

“Yes,” Karkat nodded. Without permission, he stepped and sat down on the loveseat. Dave glanced over his glasses out the boy, his face forming an unexpected grin.

“‘Sup?”

The pair interviewed Karkat, and they didn’t find out much, other than the fact that he had extreme anger issues that not even their own mothers could deal with. His favorite outburst seemed to be, ‘nookstain’, whatever that meant. They saw him out saying that they would call him. What a complete lie.

The next interview wasn’t much better. A boy named Sollux came in first. He was obsessed with technology, and kept asking John and Dave questions that they didn’t understand. Dave finally ended the interview with, “Our house isn’t fucking NASA. Get out,” and the boy left in a huff. Another boy, Gamzee Makara, came in. His pupils were bigger than his adam’s apple, and his brain was definitely fried. He couldn’t conduct the energy to ask them any questions, let alone answer the questions asked of him. When exiting the apartment, he tripped and fell down the stairs.

Dave groaned as John slammed the door for the third time. “Dude, all these people are terrible. Didn’t anybody read the add right?”

“I’m sorry, man,” John sighed. “Maybe this last guy will be cool enough for you and me both.”

Dave tilted his head back and stared at the cream colored ceiling. “One can only dream.”

The fourth knock at the door caused both of them to become silent. John cautiously reached for the doorknob and turned it, his eyes squinting in fear. Once he clearly looked at the doorway, however, his expression was changed to that of relief.

The boy standing in the doorway had a [h/l] [h/c] do that made them look pretty adorable, in a non-homosexual way of course. Their clothes seemed stylish and their smile seemed genuine enough. “You must be [Name]?”

[Name] nodded. “Can I come in?” He asked in a surprisingly innocent voice. John gestured to the loveseat, and the boy stepped inside.

Dave was obviously impressed by the boy as well, because he brought himself to stand up and shake his hand. John did the same. [Name] folded his hands in his lap and waited to be questioned by the two.

“So, [Name],” John asked, “you said on your application that you work at Game Stop?”

[Name] smiled and scratched his head nervously. “Yeah, most people think it’s kind of dumb, but I actually think it’s a pretty great job. I make good money, at least.” Dave peered over his glasses, his mind wandering around how much of a discount he could acquire on Grand Theft Auto 5.

“Okay, and where are you living currently?”

“With my parents,” He said, blushing. “I’ve been looking for a roommate for awhile, but no one has ever accepted me from my applications.”

John paused and looked up at the boy. His face looked genuinely sad, his [e/c] eyes glazing over. At first glance, he seemed like the perfect roommate already. John’s eyes fell on Dave, and he simply nodded. No more questions, only one answer.

“You’re in,” John stated.

[Name] blinked. “Whoa, r-really?”

Dave nodded, “Yeah, you seem cool enough.”

Light shined into [Name]’s eyes as if the sun had overtaken his face. “I’ll go back and start packing my stuff!” He waved and practically ran out the door.

“I can’t believe you were right,” Dave muttered, arising from the couch to grab an apple juice.