(The hart, he loves the high wood)
John thought everyone he knew was a bit crazy. Not excluding himself, of course, because that would be just rude.
But all of his friends had fascinations and irrational fixations.
Jade adventured and cultivated; she helped them grow and nurture like the (totally imaginary) profusion of pumpkins she kept. Rose learned and defended; she knew more and saw further, and she kept them somewhat out of trouble, which was in itself a miracle. And Dave...well...Dave was Dave. Dave fixated on everything. He liked to obsess over every element he deigned to allow into his life. And that was okay, because that was just how Dave was. It was only because he cared so much and he didn't know how to show it directly, so he showed it by making sure everything stayed the same, the way they liked and knew themselves and each other.
He knew they thought him a bit silly, just a little immature, but that was okay too.
i love them all anyway, the dorks.
It didn't really matter what they thought as long as he could be there, somehow, some way.
They might've thought he was crazy over Nic Cage or his prankster escapades, and he was, to an extent. He really liked flying everywhere and annoying them to death with his awkward dork tendencies, because it made them smile, even if they didn't want to.
He was really crazy about just making sure each and every one knew they were loved.
They were all his, his best friends, and he wanted them to know that he'd never let them go, even if it seemed crazy.
What is love but madness, truly?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own, so please don't sue. Um, I actually based the chapter titles off the lines of an old nursery rhyme; I'll probably include the full thing at the end.