Hey there everyone. I am seriously sorry about STILL not updating 'I Can See Just Fine,' but I'm afraid I've got a block when I try to think about that plot like, so I'm just going to write this little thing while I try to think of where I want to go with the other one, okay? I hope you all enjoy this fic as much as you do that one 3
Jonathan Egbert was the school's hot shot, a jock that everyone loved and all the girls wanted. When it came to school, he had everything that a 17 year old attending high school could ever dream of having; popularity, good grades, the chance to date any girl that he wanted. The thing was, he wanted a relationship that could stick. He wanted someone that he could shamelessly love with all of his heart and so far he had found this desired aspect in none of his relationships, and that hurt him quite horribly.
John was awfully tall, standing at about 6'3" when he wasn't wearing shoes, and had a good bit of muscle tone from playing football since he was in middle school. His hair was a dark brown that almost appeared black unless it was in the full light, and he had bright blue eyes that seemed to have been able to rival the shade of the ocean. He had pearly white teeth and a slight overbite that when paired along with his glasses almost gave a hint of his inner nerdiness. He was a geek at heart, having a passion for absolutely terrible movies, pranks, and any kind of paranormal lore he could get his hands on, not that anyone could find that out. He was to afraid that everyone would suddenly hate him if he told them about how he really was; same with his goal of finding the right girl. He couldn't tell anyone that, no. It was top secret.
David Strider was the exact opposite. He ranked low on the popularity scale due to both his braces and deep love of photographing dead things. He was considered a creep, the Edgar Allen Poe of this generation, someone to stay away from at all costs. Most people just ignored him; they pretended like he wasn't there at all and often mauled him over in the halls or just bumped into him and kept walking. He was shorter than most of the other seniors, about 5'8," but that didn't really bother him. He had feathery powder blonde hair that looked like it would be incredibly soft and a heavy amount of freckles all over his cheeks, neck, and shoulders. There was always a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose and his face was always emotionless, showing no signs of pain, happiness, or sadness no matter what happened; or at least that's what everyone thought. Maybe it was just because they had never even bothered to talk to him long enough to get a reaction.
He always had a camera hung around his neck too. Not a digital one either, but a Polaroid Spirit 600 which was one of the ones with the huge lens that spat the white boarded film out of the bottom, and he seemed to always be wearing a satchel that he could pull extra film from or store his photos in. He had a known obsession with dead things and could often be spotted taking a photo of some road kill or a mauled cat in an alley way, and the boy almost seemed to be followed by crows though the reason why was a complete mystery. But, just like every other high schooler, Dave had a secret. He had a terrible crush on a very certain football player with bright blue eyes. If someone managed to get into the satchel they would find not only photos of dead creatures, but also quite a few of John Egbert. Sure it seemed a little stalkerish, but it was all he could do really. It wasn't like John would ever talk to him. That wasn't how high school worked, was it?
It was Friday afternoon and John had just gotten out of football practice. He waved goodbye to his teammates and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he started to walk down the sidewalk in the direction of his house just like he did every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after practice. Today though it seemed something special happened. While he usually walked directly to his house, today he slowed as he walked by the park, spotting a blonde boy sitting in the shade of a tree with a camera in hand, seemingly changing the bulb for the flash. Curiosity got the better of him and he veered to the left so that he was walking down the path that ran through the small park. Upon coming a bit closer to the boy, he recognized who he was and neared turned on his heels and ran, but decided against it. Surely the younger Strider couldn't be as bad as everyone made him out to be.
Slowly and cautiously, as if he was dealing with some sort of injured animal, John stepped off the path and started to walk along the grass toward the boy as quietly as he could, stopping a good ten feet away before he cleared his throat and offered a friendly, "Hey there!" Which caused the smaller to jump and his head to jerk up so he could stare at the other. If it weren't for the sunglasses that managed to cover up the upper half of his cheeks, the jock would have been able to notice that light pink color that gently painted his pale skin, only fading when he cleared his throat too speak.
"Hey." He offered as a response, moving to place the burnt out bulb in his satchel before he pulled his black skinny jean clad legs up to his chest, eyes trained on John's face from behind the thick, tinted lenses. "Did yah need something?" His voice held just the slightest hint of a Texan accent, showing that the boy probably hadn't lived here in Washington all of his life.
John just stared down at him for a moment as he tried to think of a way to respond, before he just blew the question off and asked one of his own. "You're Dave right? You're uh, the kid that the crows follow around?" He said, almost appearing to look around for the black-feathered birds as he spoke, though there didn't seem to be any around at the moment. Dave just nodded in response, not even bothering to say anything, but an annoyed frown did seem to pull at the corners of his mouth. "Oh cool… I was just uh… Wondering what you were doing there with that." He pointed to the old camera as he finished his statement, then sitting down in the grass in front of Dave.
The blonde seemed to look a bit confused as the other sat down with him, but looked down at his camera and tried to ignore the unusual behavior. "I was just changing the bulb so that the flash would work… It's not like a digital camera that charges itself. " He explained, looking up at the taller teen with his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. "And… You're coming home from football right? There's football practice on Friday I think…" He lied at the end of that; he didn't think there was practice, he KNEW there was. He knew John's schedule quiet well, another little creepy thing that came along with Dave Strider having a crush on you.
John stared at the camera for a moment before laughing and smiling kindly at the other before speaking once again. "Oh yeah, I knew that… And yeah, just left the school! I was heading home when I spotted you and I figured I should come and check in to make sure everything was okay." He explained, and this sentence caused just the smallest of smiles to pull at the corners of Dave's mouth. He wasn't exactly used to people taking time out of their day to come and check on him so he couldn't hold back the small grin, and John couldn't help but laughed at the other's smile, because wow was it cute. Wait; did he just say that this guy's smile was cute? What the hell! No homo John! No, no, not really. John had always kept himself open to the idea of dating a guy, but the thought of someone of the same gender being cute had never actually reared it's head inside of his mind.