John checked his phone for the one millionth time since he'd arrived at a Texan airport where, unfortunately, the AC went out. His arrival time was six P.M. and it just turned ten. Four hours and still no Dave. He hadn't even heard from him since he'd boarded the plane in Washington. John sighed and leaned back on the bench he had been sitting on. He kicked his feet up on one of his suitcases and settled in for an even longer wait.
Not even five minutes later, the sound of a car engine was heard in the distance. The raven haired boy stood and picked up his luggage, "You're in for it Dave." He growled under his breath when the car stopped in front of him. He walked over to it and put his luggage in the trunk of the red Mercedes and stretched, "Don't you think you're a little late, Dave?" he asks when Dave steps out and walks around to stand in front of John, "I dunno john, What time was I supposed to pick you up?" Dave asks coolly. "Four hours and five minutes ago." He said and looked up at him, "John I'm so sorry." Dave said, suddenly feeling terrible. John just shook his head and slid into to passenger side of the car. "Just drive." He said when Dave got into the driver's seat, "Look, I know you're mad." He said, turning to look at John, "Oh, I'm not mad. I forgive you. I just think it's ridiculous," John said tiredly, glancing over at Dave.
Beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous Dave. John had always loved Dave, but he didn't want to tell him until the time was right. John had decided on the plane ride that this would be the perfect time to tell him how he really felt. He'd drop hints all week (it was his Summer break from school), and one the day before he left, he just come out with it if Dave hadn't caught on. It was fool proof to him. "I have a reason for being so late." Dave said a bit quieter, as he pulled a blue box from the backseat, "I was in line to get this," he said as John began opening the box. He pulled out a CD case and read the title, "oh my God Dave…" he said. It was an uncut version of con air, with Nick Cage's signature. "You like it?" Dave asks, smiling softly. John glanced over and almost melted at the sight of that rare smile, "God, Dave…I love it." He said and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Dave blushed and turned to start the car, "we should get going." He said and turned the ignition.
They were both silent on the way to Dave's house. "bro won't be home until the day you leave." He said softly, as John looked like he might fall asleep. John yawned and nodded as Dave pulled into the driveway. John slowly got out of the car and went to get his luggage, holding tightly to the box containing his new signed Con Air DVD. HE pulled his luggage inside and sat down on the couch, immediately falling asleep, still holding the blue box.
When Dave closed the door and walked into the living room, he chuckled quietly. "geez John, couldn't you have waited to fall asleep in the guest room?" he whispers to the sleeping boy and pulls a blanket from the back of the couch and placing it over john. Dave paused for a while to stare at john. He saw a few things he hadn't noticed before, such as the light dusting of freckles across his cheeks and nose. John looked so innocent while he slept, his hair tousled and mouth turned up into a smile.