"I can not fucking believe you, Egbert." Dave hissed at his raven-haired boyfriend, a frown prominent on his pale face. "There's absolutely no fucking way I'm going to some lameass waterpark with you all night. That's stupid as fuck. I can imagine al the little kids that are gonna be there. It's a suicide mission, man. Like diving into a shindig of giggle porpoises. I wanna gag just thinkin' 'bout that shit. Pee in the water, crying everywhere, ugh."
John pouted, his eyebrows knitting together and turning up at the ends in frustration and longing. "I just don't think that's fair, Dave! I've never been before! I've lived in fucking Washington for almost the entirety of my life and when I finally come to Texas I can't enjoy myself! You know how long I've waited to come down here!"
Dave crossed his arms, milky white skin contrasting against a red T-Shirt. God so help him, he would not be swayed by this attractive bastard. Now it was true, Dave didn't want to go to the lock in, but it wasn't that he didn't want to go to the water park. If John wanted to go to the water park during the day, he'd be fine with it. Aside from the fact that every time he was in the sun for more than five minutes his skin resembled the colour of a lobster. The perks of albinism, eh?
On the other hand, John was right. The Egbert boy had lived in the mother of all freezers for around seventeen years, and now he couldn't enjoy the warm weather because of Dave's lack of melanin. After a relatively unneccessary deep breath, he took off his aviator shades and looked John straight in the eyes with his own crimson orbs.
"Be very glad I like you."
Dave pulled off his clothes and slid into a pair of swimming trunks along with a wife-beater shirt, cleaning his shades as John readied for the water park. He didn't even understand why he needed to 'get ready'. It wasn't like they were going into war or some shit. Adjusting the aviators upon the bridge of his nose, he got up and headed to the bathroom, turning his hand and using his knuckles to rap on the door.
"C'mon, Egbert. It's already 8:30 'n I wanna get there in time. Yah take longer than a fuckin' army of Galápagos tortoises prancing into army with the weight of a Shetland pony on their backs, man. " The albino shouted, sighing as he looked down at the white tattoos covering his arms. Still cool as fuck. No matter what his step mom said about 'he'd regret getting them when he was older'. They were a series of clocks weaving in and out of waved of lava, though people were lucky if they actually saw them. Compared to the pale colour of his skin, a person could walk right past and not even know they were there unless they looked directly at his left arm. The Strider boy was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard John's voice.
"I'll be out in a minute, Dave, hold your fucking horses."
The blonde rolled his eyes, knowing that a minute most-likely meant fifteen, before the door opened in front of him. He glance at John, who was now wearing dark red swimming trunks and a white T-Shirt. Dave smirked when John passed him, applying a firm smack to the Washingtonian's ass. John yelped abruptly and spun around, narrowing his eyes. "What the shit was that for?! I thought you said you wanted to get to the park, Dave. I don't have time for a quickie." His voice came out firmly and sternly, and Dave smiled. John was cute and sweet, but he could also handle Dave's shit. He didn't have complete control over the ravenette, which he loved.
After a snicker, John turned on his heel and into the two's now shared bedroom. "You play too much. You're like a child."
Dave supposed that was right. They each had their childish tendencies. For John, it was that little twinkle is his dark blue eyes. The way he got excited and his voice got faster when he was passionate about something. How he'd sit on the couch for hours giggling and crying over his taste in movies.
In essence, that was everything Dave loved about him. Well, love was a strong word. He hadn't actually met the boy until three days ago. They had met online when Dave was fourteen, and coincidentally on the day John turned thirteen. They talked on pesterchum then moved onto Skype, video chatting nonstop until they passed out. Well, sometimes. Dave's brother, who he had lived with at the time, Dirk, was pretty chill about the topic. However John's dad... Not so much. He had a right to be, of course. John was his only child, while Dave and Dirk didn't have any parents. Miss Lalonde had adopted Dave when he was around sixteen, two years ago. The family had more than enough money to go visit John in Washington, but for some reason, his new sister Rose advised he not say anything about the boy.
But now Dave could be with John all he wanted all the time. Well technically John was still a minor, only seventeen. In three days he'd officially be an adult, and Dave didn't truly know how to feel about that.
Realizing he'd drifted off, he now watched the blue-eyed boy's hand wave in front of his face, a large grin on his face. "I'm reeeeeady~!"