Dave-Strider-Fanclub

     The Texas sun flooded into the room and shined onto the sleeping teenager's face, slowly waking him from a deep sleep. With a grudge, he wiped his eyes and fumbled around the bedside table, hand probing for his sunglasses. As his fingers came into touch with the smooth plastic, he raised them up, unfolded the arms, and slipped them on.  The sun was instantly tinted and the room became a dark shade of amber as he opened his eyes and looked through the lenses. He yawned and stretched his slender, yet masculine arms above his head, his joints popping quietly. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and