Dave had been able to do it. How, exactly, many weren't sure. But Dave was able to go back far enough to stop us all from playing the game. None of this has ever made sense to me, but this is what I've heard. So that means we never met each other. It also means that I have no clue who this Dave is, but some silly troll on Pesterchum insists that I was once destined to marry him. How was I supposed to marry someone I had never met?

But this was all in the past, eight years ago to be exact. I long since blocked this troll and I moved off of my island. I knew my grandpa would have wanted me to branch out and go to a real city. The closest I could get to a real city was San Antonio, Texas. I guess San Antonio wasn't a bad city, or even a fake one. Being in such a big city made me a bit anxious, considering I basically grew up in isolation on an island in the Pacific.

I had a job waitressing. You would think being down South, they would tone down the whole cowboy and country act, but these Southerners embraced this part of their culture. I worked at this cheesy Western place called The Spurs and Chaps. I wasn't even sure what it was, but I didn't understand even more was why it was so popular. I thought this sort of restaurant would be offensive, but nothing seems to offend these Texans.

Today was a normal day for me. I was that strange girl that wasn't from around there. If it wasn't for my not sun kissed skin, it was definitely for my accent, or rather, lack of. My boss, Mr Henry Banjo, had just got done trying to disguise my accent since he thought it would "get me targeted out in this big bad world." Basically, I was just going to say ya'll a lot and probably offended a shit ton of Texans. As I was freshening up before my shift, I got a good look at myself. I couldn't remember the last time I was able to get a good look like this.

My eyes were shining a bright green behind my old, round glasses. By black bangs swept across my forehead and it hung in slight curls to a little past my shoulders. I had what I called a cowboy hat covering most of my hair and head. The hat was tan, as were my cowboy shoes with spurs. Talk about cliché. I had a skirt that reached my knees that was covered in cow print. It hugged my bottom half just right and I sometimes would find men being scolded by their wives for looking at me as I walked away. As for the top, it was just a white top with a vest that matched the skirt. I was forced to wear a pink apron that rested right on my tiny waist.

I thought I looked like a girl from out of state that was just trying to fit in, but Mr. Banjo insisted that it fit in with his whole theme, and I wasn't about to argue with him. As I looked into the mirror at my thick eyelashes, I realized that it wasn't that I didn't want to fight him this issue, it was that I couldn't afford to lose this job. He fed me twice a day and paid me enough so that I could rent an apartment. I smiled at my reflection and fixed the name tag reading Jade Harley before I set off to work.

It was only 11:30 in the morning, and not many people were there yet. There was a blond young man who sat in my section. He wore dark, pointy sunglasses, even though he was indoors. Just the way he sat at the dimly lit booth made my heart beat a little faster, as if something inside me recognized him. But after a second glance, I realized I had never seen this man before in my life. I took my notepad out of my apron pocket and sauntered up to him, as I was taught. "Howdy, partner, and welcome to The Spurs and Chaps. My name's Jade and I'll be your waitress on this wonderful afternoon. Can I start you out with something to drink?" As an afterthought, I added hastily, "Ya'll."

The blond looked up, the corners of his mouth twitching up in some sort of smirk. I felt my face flush as he studied me from behind the shades. "You aren't from around here, huh." This was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded stupidly. His voice was deep and something about it was familiar. I stared at him for a minute before he chuckled again. "My name's Dave, Dave Strider. And, judging by your nametag, you're Jade Harley. Well, Miss Harley, I should first inform you that it is impolite to stare. If you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask."

His cockiness made my face flush deeper, but not in awe. "Now listen here, Mr. Strider, I am not here to deal with your sexual harassment. I am here to take your order, and if you don't have one, I will have to kindly ask that you leave." I scolded him, putting my hands on my hip. "Now, what the heck can I get you to eat?"

He seemed surprised, and I was too. I knew I was supposed to treat these customers with respect, and if they wanted to be cocky and rude, I was supposed to deal with it. I wasn't sure what came over me. Damn it, just being around this stranger was confusing me. In the back of my mind, a strange memory came forth. It seemed to be happening for this Dave fellow too.

"Dave, stop being a fucking idiot and help me!" The black haired girl shouted, who I recognized as myself.

"Look Harley, I'll help you if you just give me a kiss." It was Dave, but his glasses weren't pointy, but instead round. There were gashes across his cheek as well as mine. We were both dirty and I was in an unfamiliar green and black dress. It sort of reminded me of space. I was holding a bunch of strange colored frogs.

"Dave, are you kidding me right now? Just take a God damned frog!"

"Nu uh uh, you have to be nice to me."

"Fine, close your eyes." He did as I told him.

With a silent giggle, I held up one of the frogs to his lips and he had a grand old time kissing it, until it croaked. Startled, he fell backwards into a small pond. "How was that kiss, cool kid?"

"Shut up, Harley, and give me some damned frogs."

I let out a gasp and I had to steady myself. I was no longer on a strange planet filled with snow, but back at work. I felt sweat on my forehead and as I reached up to wipe it off, I realized Dave's glasses had fallen to the tip of his nose. His eyes, a beautiful reddish brown, were staring up at me. He was also sweaty and pale, and his mouth fell open. As we stared for a minute, he finally broke the tension. "I bet you're a better kisser than that frog."