A/N: Oh, hey guys. Its me again. Look, I'm not dead. Sugoi. :D
So, look. I wrote a JohnDave fic and I'm not even sorry about it.
Never sorry about anything.
Ever.
So yeah, enjoy if you want. Fuck it I don't care.
I'll probably change the ratings at some time, all though this is only fluff at the moment.
NJOY UR DIABETUS.
Your name is John Egbert and you're cleaning your room. Why? You don't know, but it was messy as hell. Oh wait, you do know. Your best friend since forever is coming from Texas to live with you, seeing as though he was accepted into your college.
Did you mention that you've had a crush on said friend since just before forever?
You throw another armful of clothes into the hamper, and you heave a sigh, although a similar binging noise distracts you. You stretch your back as you turn to your laptop, seeing a message from the person you thought it would be, Dave Strider.
- turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -
TG: hey dude
EB: hi dave!
TG: sup
EB: actually, i'm cleaning my room because some dork is going to be rooming with me for a bit as dad sets up the spare bedroom.
TG: ugh what an asshole
TG: taking up good floor space and shit
TG: who does he think he is
EB: whatever, this dork is my best friend man.
TG: you have lame asshole friends dude
EB: pfffft. oh shut up.
TG: find any exciting treasure in your cleanliness mission
EB: not really. if i do i'll let you know.
TG: aight cool
TG: hey one sec bro wants me to do something for him
TG: probably something to do with his puppet porn
TG: i dunno maybe like
EB: dave just go i don't want to know!
TG: you sure
TG: i mean if im giving you a boner
EB: DAVE JUST GO.
TG: okay jeez no need to caps it
- turntechGodhead ceased pestering ectoBiologist -
You shake your head with a sigh, wondering how you possibly started liking this guy. You leave the side of your laptop, continuing to clean. Deciding it'd be an okay idea, you dig through your closet, pulling out clothing that is too small or you don't want anymore and throwing it in a pile. After about five minutes of doing this, you dig through the pile of junk on the floor in it, deciding what to keep and what to throw out. Its mostly just pranking items you have yet to return to your chest, which you'll do now. As you grab onto a binder labeled "Possible Pranks" another notebook falls out of it, gaining your interest. You throw it onto your bed, quickly shoving the clothing too small for you into a box and putting the whimsical and nonsensical into the chest. You return to your bed, as well as the book, just as you hear that binging again.
- turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -
TG: okay im back
EB: i noticed, heh.
TG: i glad youre not dense enough to not notice
TG: anyways find any treasure
EB: actually yes. i found this notebook from like, four of five years ago, like when we first met?
TG: oh hell yes whats it say
EB: let me read it first, my god.
You open the book, finding that its more of a diary than anything. You feel your face heat up slightly the more pages you turn, the more you read. It's all about Dave. Well most of it at least. You turn to the last page and groan loudly at how awful it is.
TG: dude dont leave me hanging
TG: tell me whats in it jesus
EB: you don't want to know.
TG: oh shit is it like a journal or something
EB: exactly
TG: now you have to tell me oh my god
EB: nope! i can't, its way to embarrassing.
TG: oh come on egbert
EB: no way dude! its better if you don't know anyways!
TG: john come on you cant leave me hanging like that
TG: its against the bro code or something
EB: too bad i'll break the rules today.
TG: oh john please im gonna die if you dont tell me
EB: i'll write a speech for your funeral in this awful notebook.
TG: while youre at it read out the secrets
TG: ill come back from the grave to listen
TG: all secrets will be revealed at my funeral
EB: what if someone has a necrophilia fetish?
TG: is that the one where they like dead bodies and want to have sex with them
TG: because if so i wont actually be dead so itll be okay
EB: yeah well…..
TG: okay tell me now
EB: nope.
TG: fuck john im getting desperate
TG: like desperate housewives desperate
EB: are you trying to say you'll have sex with me for my secrets?
TG: well if thats what it takes ill take one for the team
EB: pfffft. do you really want to know that bad?
TG: ugh yes
EB: i dunno dave, seeing you this desperate is kind of cute.
EB: no i mean….. uh…..
EB: endearing.
TG: sure okay
TG: here ill fucking trade you secrets okay
EB: okay sure.
TG: okay well i actually totally remember having a journal on this and pulled it up and its probably way more embarrassing than yours
EB: oh no, mine is pretty bad. But what does yours say?
TG: ugh, okay trade entry for entry?
You feel your heart plummet to your stomach, and you gulp slightly. This is it. You're going to confess your best friend today.
EB: sure, okay.
TG: okay
EB: you first, i guess.
TG: 'spoke with john today again. not all that shocking because i talk to him everyday but i noticed something this conversation.'
EB: ugh you can't leave me hanging like that!
TG: no it gets bad, your turn
EB: "i hate to admit it, but i wait for that gay butt to get online like a dog waits for their owner to get home. it sounds really pathetic, and i know it is. he doesn't know, and he never will, just how happy that loser makes me everyday."
EB: okay do i win for lame entries?
TG: not even close.
TG: 'i noticed that i feel different when i talk to him. like i dunno special. i hate admitting it but sometimes i catch myself waiting for him to come online. ugh thats really lame and totally uncool.'
At the moment you're giddy as a school girl that just got a wink from their crush. Although this is way more manly and feeling-filled. You gnaw on your lip as you continue to type, your heart willing to stop from the how fast its beating.
EB: "its like, i know he's a complete dork. but i can't wrap my head around him at all. on a side note i don't even think he knows what irony is, but its kind of cute to listen to him rant about it. ugh sometimes i think i may be in love with the jerk..."
TG: 'i want to meet him so badly. when we meet the first thing im doing is giving him a tender bro embrace. if i confess these feelings i have for him before we meet im kissing that dorky smile right off his adorable face because hell yeah hell be smiling when we meet.'
EB: "sometimes i wish i could, i dunno, meet him in person and just hug him, and, maybe kiss him. he's the only one i'd ever be this gay for."
TG: 'as lame as this is and sounds and everything im in love with him. i love you john egbert.'
You stare down at your notebook, gaping at how perfect these entries are together. It… It's not logical how well they fit together. You chuckle a giddy little note, typing up the last part before throwing the book over your head, hearing it flutter to the ground.
EB: "ugh this is really lame a homosexual, but i am in love with him. i love you, dave strider."
TG: well that was really weird how well they went together
EB: i was thinking the same thing, actually.
TG: my feelings havent changed john
EB: mine haven't either, dave.
EB: dave, i love you.
TG: i love you john
TG: god damn am i excited to see you
EB: me too!
TG: fuck it the first thing we do when i get there is kiss okay
TG: then were snuggling
TG: you have no say in the matter of the snuggles
EB: okay. thats cool, i'm totally up for it.
TG: good because if you werent itd be an awkward snuggle time
EB: dave can we be that one couple?
TG: which one
EB: the one that sits on the same side of a table when eating and just make everything awkward. that couple.
TG: fucking yell yeah we can
TG: just grope each other in public and be all over each other
EB: can we use pet names?
TG: like what
EB: i dunno, like honey and sweetie? only not those because they're lame.
TG: yeah ill write some down on the flight to see you
TG: i need something to do anyways
EB: can i just not set up a bed for you on the floor?
TG: what are we gonna share a bed
EB: that was what i was implying.
TG: yeah sure cool with me
TG: wait john
TG: can we order pizza
EB: uh sure. why?
TG: i want to mess with the pizza guy
EB: how?
TG: just like answer the door with a raging hard on and you hanging off me
EB: oh my god dave.
TG: can we please
EB: okay, but only every so often, considering its a special occasion.
TG: fuck yeah
TG: well im gonna go cause my flight leaves at like 6
TG: its a three hour flight i think
EB: oh ew. why did you buy a flight ticket so early?
TG: so id have more time with you
EB: dave. can you not say things like that?
TG: why
EB: it was really, really cute.
TG: therell be more where that came from when i get there
TG: bye
EB: bye dave.
- turntechGodhead ceased pestering ectoBiologist -
You almost scream as you jump up, dancing around your room giddily. You run out of your bedroom, running down the stairs and almost bowling your Dad over. He looks at you with that of amused shock. You grin at him, almost vibrating from excitement. He quirks a brow, ruffling your hair.
"What's got you so excited about son?" He asks, trying to get you to stay still.
"DAVEISCOMINGTOMORROWANDHEJUS TSAIDTHATHELIKEDMEBACKANDI'MREALLYEXCITEDBECAUSEWE'REGONNABETHATCOUPLEDAD! THAT COUPLE!" You reply quickly. Your dad stares at you like you're crazy, shaking his head.
"You're gonna have to say that again sport. Slower this time, though. Take a few deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out." You do as he says, calming down a bit. Well, enough to say whats got you so riled up.
"Dave is coming tomorrow, and he just said that he liked me back," you restate, your dad nodding in understanding. He always knew about your crush on Dave, although you never told him. Must be a dad thing or something.
"I'm happy for you, son," he says with a sincere grin, stepping around you to walk up stairs, "David is a good boy. I'm glad that you two finally discussed this. Now, I think you should be getting to bed soon, considering we're going to have to be picking up Mr. Strider."
You nod in agreement, "yeah, I'm just gonna get a glass of water." Your dad just nods and enters his room. You grab the class of water you said you would, climbing the stairs again and entering your room. You put the water down on your bedside table, smiling widely as you lay back down, hugging your pillow. You decide that tomorrow is going to be a great day.