The first time you met him, you saw him as an insufferable bastard who texted during class time. Of course - you were far from wrong, but at the same time, you were teetering on the edge, because Dave Strider was not too much of an insufferable bastard if you decided to actually impress him. Sadly, at first, this was not your full intention.
It was around English class, wherein one of your teachers had let you sit in the back because you really didn't want to sit in the front at all that day; you were going through too much bullshit assignments that you didn't finish due to God's wonderful gift we call procrastination.
Lo and behold, there was this one 'self-proclaimed cool dude' sitting beside you, pestering some guy called 'EB' (which, weirdly enough, looked like a crooked cat emoticon with shades) and his screen name was apparently turntechGodhead; the other guy was ectoBiologist. Well - Roxy mentioned to you once about how ectobiology usually has slime in the process, and yo