New story, Yay! As said, Pepsicola or DaveJohn. I started and finished two different stories in one day for you guys, yay!

Anyways, I probably wont update this again for like a week cause cliffhangers. :) The general idea for this story came from an unfinished Hana-Dono fanfic, so yeah credit to her. Tell me what you think!

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Have a nice morning/day/evening/night, loves!

~Dave POV~

The passing scenery flits past your vision as you look out the window of the truck, your bro driving beside you. Even though the view is nice, you can't stop your mind from wandering back to John. You've never met him in person as he lives in DC and you're in Texas, but you know what he looks like through pictures. He's such a nerd, what with his square glasses and buck teeth. But you get to meet him later today. You just have to get through the ride to the airport and the time on the plane.

Dirk chuckles.

"Excited, little man?" You nod, mind still racing. You feel like you've known him forever but you've never even met him. What if he's different in person than he is on pesterchum? What if the pictures were fakes, and he's actually some 30 year old creep? You shake the thought out of your head and look out the window again. You can defend yourself, anyway.

Supposedly John's dad had to go on a business trip over the entire summer and he didn't want John alone the whole time. Due to this, you had been invited to come and stay at his house for the duration of the trip. Bro generally let you take care of yourself anyways, so he went along with it without complaint. You tapped your fingers on the windowsill for a while before slipping on your headphones, letting the bass-heavy music run through your head.

You finally pulled up to the airport, bro pulling over by the front entrance. He got out and pulled your stuff out of the back for you.

"Thanks."

"Have fun, bro." The two of you share a fist bump before he gets back into the car and drives off, waving out of the window as he goes. You wave back before taking your single bag with you into the airport. You were never a heavy packer.

Inside the airport was busy and noisy. All of the walls were white and the floors are a sort of design that is made out of a marble-ish looking material. There are plenty of screaming children around and many stressed parents. You walk up to check in and give them your bag, having already printed out your boarding pass.

Security has an extremely long line as always, so you again pull on your red and black beats and put on rap. It's something distracting enough to keep you busy as you inch through the line. Once at the metal detector you pull out a note from your doctor saying you have a medical condition that makes you keeps your shades on. Technically it's not the reason, but it is a legit note so they accept it and let you through.

Your boarding gate is close to security, so you have some time and quickly make a stop at the airports McDonald's. You haven't eaten since breakfast and it's 6:30 PM. You intake the food with pleasure and walk to the gate as you eat. You get in line early and board rather early, sitting in a window seat somewhere in the middle of the plane. You pull up the window shield and look out. Due to the fact that it's summer the sun is still up and you can see the people outside shoving bags into the plane. You see your bright red bag thrown in with the others and sigh. Your turn tables are in there- hopefully they didn't break.

The plane smells like antiseptic and the walls are a grainy grey, and rather odd looking people fill in the seats around you. Beside you sits a mother and her small child. The little girl looks at you and you smile at her. She smiles back before looking at her mother and whining for her I pad. You roll your eyes behind your glasses and pull an actual book from your bag and start reading.

The flight is only about two and a half hours so it shouldn't be too bad, what with the little girl preoccupied. Her mother looks dead tired and frazzled, her hair greasy and a mess. Bags hang under her eyes. You assume that she'll probably sleep, which after the plane takes off, she does. When you lift off the ground you get a lightness in your stomach like you do on a roller coaster. The view from the window slowly gets smaller. The different parts of land look like quilt squares sewn together, and the cars little ants before disappearing into the clouds.

They look almost like white cotton candy but not quite, as there's no glint of sugar in the sunlight and the fluff is almost brighter, clearer. The sky above them has no hint of anything but blue, and you can see the light dropping as you get later into the night.

About half an hour later, the sky is a deep blue but not completely dark. You can just now see the first star, and the colors of the sky are blending between day and night. The light is barely on the clouds now and even after just a few seconds, the sky has already turned into more of a deep purple. You wish you could see through the roof of the plane. Many people speculate on the horizon and colors of the sunset, but if you lie on the roof and just look straight up there's something different altogether.

Instead of just one solid color as you might expect, it's this deep royal purple mixed with blacks and blues and stars. It's like everyone is so infatuated with the colors, they miss out looking into the universe itself. Sure you can see stars at night, but it's no where near the same as sunset.

Just as you think this a baby a few rows down starts to scream and cry it's little lungs out. You groan softly and turn the music on your headphones up even louder. The mother next to you stirs and it gets you thinking.

You never had a mother, and never will as far as you know. You don't know where you came from, and neither does your bro. One day you just sorta showed up, and he took you in. You can believe this without thinking you're a love child due to the fact that your brother is 100% gay.

You've contemplated the subject before and shake it out of your thoughts. Thinking about it never helps anything, and you start to think about John again instead. Nothing should go wrong. He invited you over, you don't have to go to school, you're sleeping in separate rooms, you should be fine.

As long as he doesn't see you putting on your binder.