A/N: Hello, and welcome to the magical world of PepsiCola! Obviously, this will be a PepsiCola fanfiction, so yeah... Shout-out to one of my Internet friends *wink wonk*! If you are that one Internet friend, you would know who I am talking about! ...snowcat5th. Well, I'll stop jabbering about before this contains more words than the actual fic. Enjoy!

Dave. Just a city boy, born and raised in south Texas. Don't you dare start singing "Don't Stop Believing". Okay, okay. Dave was another young man, who had spent most of his life in Texas, living with his Bro and... Lil' Cal... That puppet disgusts him so much. But, this information is not really going to be needed in this story. The real information is... He has a crush.
No, not some silly schoolgirl crush like they have in Bro's animes, but a feeling that he can't describe.

It was what they call "love". Like love for apple juice? Like love for sick beats? Like love for crows that breeze by through the window? No, this person is not apple juice, a sick beat, or a crow. It was his best friend. The other young man, the first young man, the original young man - John Egbert.
Oh, that boy's bright eyes, as blue as the ocean, as blue as the sky. The kid's hair, man. It's so fluffy that Dave would give up anything to touch it. No matter what negative comments the Egderp says, he still would like to touch it. And won't dear Gog kill him by now?! Those teeth! Those adorkable bunny teeth! "Oh, dear Gog, take me now!"

Dave sighed as he closed his laptop after a long day of working on his webcomic. He pushed out of his chair and plopped onto his undone bed. Falling onto this mattress was probably the worst idea, for there was a puppet right next to him. Usually, he would scream and end up getting into one of Bro's strifes again, but he didn't really care today. He was too tired to care. But, what's so tiring about sitting at your computer to work on webcomics all day? It wasn't the webcomics. It was John.

John was the reason why he couldn't focus on anything at all.
Just the other day, Dave had left his window open to air out the room from the heat. Flying through the window, crows had landed onto his turntable, spilled some apple juice, and messed with his recordings. Oblivious about the situation, Dave had his back turned from the room behind him and focused on the attractive blue text that had appeared on his screen. He was happily dreaming about his best friend until...
CRASH!
Some annoying bird, who apparently doesn't care about other's belongings, knocked down his hung-up katanas. Well, now fallen katanas.
Dave turned around, exclaiming, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" And with this, the startled birds flew out the window and to freedom from the raging Dave. Ping! Dave rushed back to the computer once this noise was heard.

EB: dave, i've been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes.
EB: you stopped replying when i was done with my story.
EB: did something happen or are you just staring at the screen?
TG: uh
TG: a bit of both
TG: look dude
TG: there were some fuckin annoying birds that just flew in
TG: and just threw shit everywhere
TG: its not even ironic
EB: yeah, i believe you, but i bet you were staring at my messages for most of the time.
EB: my fucking beautiful blue messages.

ectoBiologigist [EB] is now an idle chum.

Once Dave logged off, he muttered a small "fuck".

More to come, my little soda lovers... Faygo.