Chapter One

You were at John's house when you first felt it. It was like a little, weird warmth creeping into you, that feeling.
"Dave, come here, I got a new poster I want to show you!" John called from upstairs. You pushed away from the wall you were leaning against and made your way upstairs. John was sitting on the bed, a grin on his face. "Look! My dad got it for me, it's from that really awesome movie Con Air, you know the one with Nicholas Cage? Oh yeah, you didn't see it, well anyway it's about this guy who…"
Suddenly, you found yourself zoning out. You were watching John talk, and it seemed so great he was talking so animatedly about the stupid movie, and it just hit you.
John fucking Egbert…was the cutest thing ever.
But, God, it made you feel stupid. And you hated feeling stupid, like the time when all those birds flew into your room and wouldn't leave you the fuck alone.
It was like one of those annoying romantic movies, where the guy sees the girl and it's like she's the only thing he can see. It was like that with John…and you hated it. But at the same time, you loved it.
You loved him.
You had been staring at John for a good 5 minutes without realizing, and he had stopped talking by then. He walked across the room, and snapped his fingers in front of your face.
"Daaaaave…?" he said, trying to see past your sunglasses. You crashed back down from your John-high, laughing it off.
"Sorry bro, kind of got distracted for a second…" you said, avoiding his gaze even though he couldn't see your eyes. John laughed, and your heart jumped around like a fucking frog.
You heard John's dad calling him down, and John said "hang on a second" and ran downstairs. You sank down onto his bed, and couldn't help thinking that's where he slept.
You had been friends for a long time, and it had only just come.
John ran back upstairs, saying "My dad says I need to see my nanna now, so…"
You nod, saying "Yeah that's cool, I'll, uh, see you at school then." and leave. You turn back when you're walking down the path, and spot John in his bedroom window, waving. You laugh to yourself, and wave back at him once.
You had no idea the next year of your life was going to be the worst and best of your life.

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I have the whole story planned out, I just don't know if I should continue it, seeing as this is my first go… anyways, I'll see how it goes, but PLEEASE tell me if you like it or not, I need constructive critisism! :D