I'm going to get this straight now. There are traces of pepsicola here but it's not necessarily a johndave fic. Don't let whose point of view it is fool you. This is straight up brodad. Straight up. But there is a lot of Dave and John being all like cutesy bros and shit. Hope you enjoy, unless you don't want brodad, or john and Dave being best bros. then I wish you luck on your quest to find a fanfiction of your liking.

-Danny~Stri

It was another hot summer, a boring one to. However, you've never been as excited as you are now, not since you were a little kid. Funny isn't it? How we'd get so excited over stuff we think is dumb now. But you could forget all the times your bro let you pick out a candy for yourself at the store. You're not a dumb four year old now. No, you were excited for a much better reason today. Your brother told you only an hour ago that he would take you to Washington to meet your best friend, John Egbert. Now you lay in bed, grinning at the plane tickets your bro told you to keep track of. And waiting for your friend to wake up and get online. Stupid time zones. Though you can't blame him for sleeping in until the afternoon, you would have to if your brother hadn't have woken you up.

The hum of your iPhone vibrating on the bed makes you almost jump with excitement. That blue texting asshole pal of yours finally woke up and said something. You couldn't help but skip reading the message and go straight to calling the Washingtonian.

The line rings, but after hours of begging your brother you're gonna' call your bro.

The line rings, this fucker is going to piss himself.

The line rings, I swear to god Egbert answer, you lil' shit.

No answer.

You groan overdramatically, loud enough it might qualify as a scream but that's not necessarily a masculine term.

Your phone rings and you pick up immediately. Fucking Egbert always does this.

"Yo, Egbert guess what" You start trying to sound cool like always, you probably sound like an overly excited dork, you try not to acknowledge this.

"No. you have to fucking guess." You hate when people just ask what when you tell them to guess.

"Yes, I did finish that new mashup, but that's not worthy of a phone call. You know how you were saying if I was able to go up there your dad would let me and my bro chill at your place for like a week?" you listen to his suspicious 'yeahhh?' on the other end, as if he has no fucking idea.

"Well guess what my bro did" he says he doesn't know, but you know he just doesn't like to assume things. He thinks it's rude.

"He had some extra cash and said why the fuck not take a trip to Washington! I swear to god dude, I have the best bro ever." It almost sounds like your best bro squeaked on the other line. You don't care; if you heard something like that you would have been on the floor. He asks when you'll be over

"Next week." You say clutching your plane tickets with your hand, the power of the god's surges through your muscles at the smallest thought of when the time comes that you get to hug your best bro for the first time. That fucker is going to be grass after that sweet hug. Your conversation goes on, almost for hours, about stuff you'll do together, and an assortment of other random bullshit. John says you have an accent, but you don't. Your bro probably has more of an accent than you. John has an accent to though. A weird Washington accent. You can't wait to hear that accent in person.

Never before has the earth's rotation slowed as much as it has this week. But finally you're on the city bus with your brother Headed straight to the airport. You hope it's less hot in Washington. Then you'll have more energy to goof off with John. You'll probably still have to wear sun block. You hate how sensitive your skin is, it'd be great if you could walk in the sun without having to wear sunglasses to. But you can barely open your eyes without them with that giant fucking light bulb in the sky. You suddenly wonder if your bro will think you're dumb because you can't handle a little sun. You can. You'd turn yourself red as a lobster to prove that fucker you can handle the he-

You feel your brother pat your shoulder and you snap out of your weird thought pattern. You look to him, wondering why he needed your attention.

"So Dave, you been sleeping well this week? Or are ya' too excited?" You silently apologize to the world for thinking your brother is so much more of a badass because of his subtle drawl.

"I can sleep on the way there, fuck plane rides. More like a bed ride" Your brother chuckles at you. He says your jokes are 'cute' and that your comics are 'hysterical'. Sometimes you wonder if he just laughs at your dumb jokes so you're not discouraged. But john laughs at your jokes to, so maby its not that.

"Your friend's dad pretty nice, on the phone I mean."

"Yeah, he's pretty chill I guess." Like you care.

"Maby I'll make a good friend like you. Ya' think Dave?"

"No way, the sky will explode before someone makes a better friend than me and John." You laugh.

"Ya' sound like you're plottin' to marry the kid." If you had been drinking coffee it would now be on the fat guy sitting across from you.

"That's so weird dude, no way!" you say. Johns like a bro. People don't marry bros. Do they? Even if they do you're probably never going to marry anyone "Marriage is probably a pain in the ass anyways." You say.

"It probably is dave." You know your bro understands when you say stuff like that, but you always have a backup statement just in case you think you might have offended him. You don't judge him for his sexual preference. It's cool if your bro's into the butts and not the boobs. You're not necessarily into the butts yourself. On the other hands you're not necessarily into the boobs either. You've questioned your sexuality plenty of times; you don't think you have one. Maby you're just not old enough yet. Who knows who cares? What should it matter? You'd rather marry a tree than a jerk anyways, no matter what their genitalia may consist of. You wonder why you're thinking of this. You should be thinking of chilling with your bro. You should be not so sleepy. God you want to pass out right here on this bus. You'll wait until you get on the plane. This is your stop anyways.

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