A/N: I was originally going to put this as a one shot John/Dave fic, but its in the perspective from both of them so I was all like, hell why not put in into chapters! So yeah, I know its short and all but I'm not good at writing long stories and stuff.

I like italics, hehe.

Anyways, enjoy!

Any normal teenager would probably be ecstatic to have their house to themselves for a weekend, but not John. He wasn't a kid who would throw parties, letting his house get trashed, and start to reek of booze. This was mostly because he was afraid of what kinds of consequences he would face, the after math of letting his house pile up with strangers. Things could be broken, stolen, lost or worse.

Not to say John didn't trust his friends, but there was no telling who would hear about a get together like that, and invite themselves in. So instead the raven-haired boy decided to spend the weekend alone, curled up on the couch watching some classic old movies, a blanket pulled over him, a bowl of popcorn at hand.

It was only Friday, which meant there was plenty of time to watch movies, and John was burning through his collections, already watching around five or six films, moving from the living room only to go to the washroom or re-stock on snacks. There wasn't anyone to stop him from being lazy, so why not just take the time to relax, he thought. That was until the storm hit at least.

Outside the wind howled harsh and angry tunes, the trees dancing along with it. Leaves were being torn off the branches, swept away in the air current, leaving the bare bark to have a go at the weather conditions alone. The sole tree on Johns front yard had braches falling off, the tire-swing flying back and forth, the rope wearing away while trying to hold the object back so it wouldn't be carried away like the leaves.

That much had been okay, John turning the volume up on the television to try and drown out the gale outside. It had worked fairly well, until the rain came. The liquid pounded down on the ground hard, smacking into the windows with loud patters, the wind helping increase the noise. It had gotten annoying after awhile, causing the boy to turn his movie off and go upstairs to bed. It was two in the morning anyways.

Settling down into bed John closes his eyes, the rain not helping him doze off at all, instead keeping him awake for a good thirty minutes. He was on edge, lightning flashing outside, illuminating his pitch black room for a second at a time, loud rumbles of thunder coming in warning. He found the storm slightly frightening; John was not fond of rainstorms, or thundering ones. He never had been.

Trying to push away the ridiculous but fast rising feel of fear, John pulls the covers over his head trying to block out the cracks and flashes, almost falling asleep until one particularly harsh thunder strikes. It was loud enough to sound like someone was right beside John screaming in his ear, the lightning striking down soon after, causing his house to shake, the teenager almost toppling right out of bed.

John was panicked now, unsure on what to do about the storm, grabbing his cell phone to dial a number with shaky hands. By this time it was just past three in the morning, and a sensible person would be asleep right now, that is if they could sleep through the storm. After a few rings he can hear an answer on the other side of the line, reassuring John just the slightest.

"Egbert, why the fuck are you calling me? It's fucking three in the morning, man." A tired voice greets him through the phone, sounding a tad unhappy with the late night call. Well, more then a tad.

Another rumble comes causing John to jump letting out an uneasy breath before responding. "Uh, hey Dave! I couldn't sleep with the storm going on outside."

"And that's why you called me?"

"Yeah…"

"Just try and sleep dude."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

A sigh comes from the other side, giving John a pang of guilt for obviously waking Dave up. "Because the thunder is scaring me."

Click. John can hear the phone line go dead, giving a small frown before putting his cell down on his bedside table. He didn't know why he was so disappointed, it was late, and Dave sounded tired so he probably didn't want to deal with John acting like a little kid, getting worked up over the fear that there could be a monster in the closet. But he just can't sleep so instead he sits there, trying to drown out the noise with his own thoughts.

Italics again, yay. Sorry for any OOC'ness in this, I'm such a derp at writing in character, so bear with me if possible!