Dave had been crushin' on his bro John Egbert since the beginning of fuckin time, everything john did was fuckin cute, so cute infact it was almost ironic.

[TurntechGodhead TT has begun pestering EctoBiologist EB est 7:00pm]

TG: Hey john.
TG: Sup bro?

EB: hey dave!
EB: whats up?

TG: im bored, and trying to ignore my brothers smuppet porn.

EB: that sounds hideously gross.
EB: i can only imagine what that sounds like.
EB: gross.

TG: dont even imagine it dude.
TG: bro dont even
TG: its worse than it sounds.

EB: you wanna come over. Im playing Deadpool.

TG: ill be over in 20 minutes hold on.

Dave threw his red sweater around his neck, as he exited the apartment door into the desolate apartment hallway, he walked down the normal everyday 8 and a half flights of stairs, to the old metal door. He gave it a hard push as we walked out into the october air, Dave wondered why it smelled so good. Ever since his bro and him moved to Washington after his bro got sick of the heat, its been raining. Thats Washington for you, you never get enough of the rain. It was even worse when you drove passed Tacoma, that horrible smell John called, "The Tacoma Arouma", it wasnt anything you wanted to smell ever again, ((A/N i lived in Tacoma Washington and that stentch P.U)) Dave turned a few corners before he reached John's neighborhood, he walked a little faster it was really cold outside, and all he wanted was John's Hot Cocoa, in which he put a scoop of chocolate frosting in. Dave's mouth watered thinking of the taste. When he reached John's house he didnt even hesitate to knock or whatever, he just barged right in, "Egderp!, get down here and make me some hot cocoa!".

John jumped at the screeching yell Dave just sent through his used to be quiet home, his blue eyes left his game, "I'll be back Deadpool", he stroked the screen of the bad ass red and black suited superhero or whatever you call Deadpool and walked out of his room. He walked down the hallway and down the stairs, "Seriously Dave, you didn't even knock", he said walking passed him and straight into the kitchen, "So you knew i was coming and plus its 52° out there and i was freezing my hot ass off, and i wanted some damn hot cocoa", Dave said with his usual cool kid facade, "whatever, and no matter how hard you try to tame that texan accent, it'll haunt your voice", John retaliated and grabbed the box of nestle hot cocoa. He filled up a kettle with hot water and set it on the stove. He went into the cabnets that was literally filled with frosting and baking necessities, and grabbed the chocolate pillsbury frosting and set it on the table closing the cabinets he opened. "So you finally agree'd to play Deadpool", Dave asked. John laughed, "yeah i did.. he is so badass, but it pissed me off just now, i thought i killed Sinister, nope it was ANOTHER clone", John put emphasis on the word another as he explained why Deadpool ticked him off. Dave listened, he found it cute how John talked, with that little lisp, and everytime John smiled Dave thought he would die right there. His teeth are cute as hell. And his eyes.. oh my god. "Dave hello?, are you listening". Dave snapped back to the reality before him, "huh?, oh yeah, rouge and deadpool", he said. John rolled his eyes and sat down, "you gunna take your shoes of Strider, and not track mud on my kitchen floor", Dave turned to see the tracks, "sorry man..", he said taking his shoes off and walking out the kitchen to the porch, with a small sigh he dropped his shoes by the porch stairs at the front door and walked back inside and to the kitchen.

The kettle was whistling when he re entered the kitchen, he covered his ears and john just got up and turned the burner of and the whistling stopped. John grabbed a rag and lifted the kettle to pour hot water in the two cups before him. He smiled, If Dave lived with him It would be great, his dad had long work hours. He barely even seen him but he leaves notes everywhere, so its like he is here. John sighed, and finished sturring the two cups, he sat a cup in front of Dave who licked his lips. "Egderp, it smells so good..". John laughed, "yeah i know..".

Dave was thinking, should he just pull John on his lap, he was preparing his own cup, Dave stood up and turned john around, kissing his lips softly, trying not to force it. John dropped the spoon on the floor in shock, Dave is kissing him...