Dave strolled bored through the streets, wondering what to do. He'd gotten out of the house as fast as possible, since his bro was filming again, and now he was at a loss. He had just about decided to take some highly ironic selfies, when he remembered he had left both his phone and his camera at home in his hurry. Since he was also broke, there was only option left. Visit Egbert.
He knocked on his friend's door, and his Dad answered almost instantly, greeting him warmly, offering him food and drink – he declined both – before telling him that John was upstairs in his room. Sometimes he wished his bro could be more like John's Dad; normal.
He was just about to call to John at the top of the stairs, when he heard something coming from John's room. It sounded like a pop song. He could call up now and allow Egbert to stop whatever he was doing, or sneak upstairs and catch him doing something embarrassing. So he silently tiptoed across the landing till he was outside of John's shut door, listening carefully.
"Cause he's such a dream. Yeah. And you know what I mean." Was that John, singing? "If you weren't related!" The suddenly loud, piercing shriek from John's room confirmed his suspicions. He had to see what Egbert was doing in there. Gingerly, he turned the door knob and pushed the door open, peering in.
"Yeah! My best friend's brother is the one for me!" The short boy sang whilst spinning round in his room, holding a picture frame against his chest, and it didn't take Dave long to figure out whose picture he was holding. Dave stared shocked for a moment, before collapsing on the floor in laughter. John – whom had been totally in the zone until that moment – spun round to find his best friend spying on him.
"Dave!" He cried, tripping over himself to turn the music off.
"You have a crush on my brother!" Dave all but shrieked through the laughter.
"I do not!" By now, John's face resembled a tomato.
"So who were you singing about?" He asked, trying to calm down as he developed a stitch.
"No one. I just like the song." He pouted defensively. "You know it's illegal to invade my privacy in this way."
"So who's in the photo frame?" John paled, remembering he was still clutching his beloved picture, and tried to hide it behind his back.
They tussled for a moment, Dave trying to retrieve the photo and John trying to stop him. But with Dave being much larger than John, he finally managed to grab the picture. As he had expected, the frame contained a photo of John and his brother together at one of Dave's birthday parties. Above them, John had drawn a love heart. Seeing this brought on another bought of laughter, making Dave almost cry, which allowed John to steal the photo back. "You're such an ass!" John complained, putting the photo out of sight.
"I'm going to tell him." Dave finally said decisively, a large, mischievous grin on his face.
"Don't you dare!" John warned him.
"I'm going to tell him!" He repeated, heading quickly to the door.
"Dave!" He all but squealed, launching himself at the taller male in an attempt to stop him. Dave deftly avoided him, and began to head down the stairs.
"I bet Rose would like to hear about it too!" He called back, revelling in the anguished cry he received in response before heading out of the Egbert residence.
This is just something silly I wrote for fun, and so isn't meant to be taken seriously. I hope you enjoyed this. Constructive criticism is always greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading xxx