New Neighbor, New Crush
A/N: Welcome, my name is Savvy! For those who are just tuning in, this is my second fanfiction and I'm super excited about writing this! My first fanfiction was JohnDave, and now I'm going to write…. (Drum roll please!) BROJOHN! I hope you guys will like this one as much as the last (for those who read My Guardian)!
Chapter 1
Bro Strider, or Dirk if you were his close friend, 25 years old, sat with his elbows on his knees and face in his hands. He knew he had messed up and he regretted it. He just wanted to show his affections, not drive one of the only people he cared about away.
Bro is, or was, going out with the charming Jake English, a 24 year old from the UK. After six months, he was finally able to convince Jake to move in to his overly large apartment. His brother, Dave (20), had recently moved out and into a dorm room at the university he was attending, so he pretty much had the whole apartment to himself. To be honest it was kind of lonely and that's why he invited Jake to live with him.
Honestly, Bro thought everything was going swell! But Jake had started getting more and more stressed from his work and snapping whenever bro asked simple questions. Jake's snapping caused heated arguments ending with one of you leaving for the night.
And this brings us to why Bro is sitting alone, his heart full of regret. Short story here is he had pretty much told Jake to leave and never come back out of rage, and that led to Jake breaking up with him and storming out.
Bro stood up and flash-stepped into the kitchen. He stood in front the fridge, opening it and scanning the shelves. He sighed grabbing a mountain dew from the top shelf. I really need to go shopping he thought to himself as he walked back to the living room.
He brought the bottle up to his mouth, but stopped when he heard voices and footsteps in the hall way.
Was it Jake? No, it was more than one voice. Plus the gait of both footsteps wasn't like Jake's. A few seconds later one of the people outside walked away.
There was a slight thud and the sound of keys. He heard a door open and the footsteps disappeared.
Bro turned his attention back to his soda, staring at it through his pointed shades. He heard the door open and close again. He flash-stepped over to the door and looked through the peep hole, his heart skipping a beat.
On the other side of the door, stood a guy, about Dave's age. He was somewhat tall, not as tall as him, and scrawny but not so much so where you could see his bones (A/N: Cuz that's just gross when people are so thin to a point where they have no fat or muscle .). He was wearing a long-sleeved grey shirt, which was kind of strange for being in Texas during summer. But there was one thing that made his breath hitch. His eyes were like a mix of the sky and the sea. They were a pure, deep, vibrant blue. He thought Jake's eyes were amazing, but this kid was on a whole other level completely!
The kid half walked half jogged down the hallway and down the stairs.
It was obvious to Bro now that he had a new neighbor, and what better way to make a good name for one's self then to help with the move? And he had the perfect plan in mind.
We now turn our attention to the new tenant, John Egbert who is currently wishing he hadn't worn a long sleeved shirt. It was hot as hell outside and here he was, lugging boxes of stuff up six flights of stairs to his new apartment.
But honestly, he is rather proud of himself. He finally raised enough money to pay for a few months' rent on an apartment. His dad already paying for his tuition at the university he was going to attend in the fall so he wanted to be able to pay for his own apartment. It had taken him a couple years of working a crappy job up in Washington to save up the money. He would have started college at 18 right after high school, but money issues and pride delayed that dream.
John picked up another box and walked back into the building. He noticed a tall guy with blonde spikey hair getting his mail. He was distracted and tripped on a rug corner that had been bent up. He flew forward and braced himself for hitting the floor, but the floor never came. He looked up into the pointed shades of the blonde guy. Said guy had caught him with his right arm and the box in his left.
"Ya gotta watch that carpet, lil man. Wouldn't want to get a serious injury or nuthin," the man said lifting John up and setting him on his feet. He had a recognizable accent, even if it wasn't very thick.
John laughed a bit, "Haha sorry. My name is John. I just moved here from Washington," he introduced, thrusting his right hand out.
The man shook his hand, "Pleasure," he said with a slight smirk, "You can just call me Bro," he added jabbing a thumb at himself.
John nodded and smiled. Bro's eyes widened. Damn and I thought his eyes were stunning, he said in his mind. "Why don't I help ya with all these boxes?" he asked.
John nodded emphatically and went to get a box from the moving van before showing Bro up to his apartment.
~About 45 minutes later~
Bro set the last box down and wiped a gloved hand across his brow. He heard John sigh and fan himself with his hand.
"Ya know, kid, long sleeved shirts and Texas don't mix all too well," He stated blatantly.
John chuckled, "Old habits die hard. Besides it's a lot cooler in Washington than it is down here."
"Why don't ya just roll up those sleeves? It would make your life so much cooler, ya know other than havin me here," he said playfully, but he saw John wince slightly at the mention of rolling his sleeves up.
His smile retuned quickly, "Nah, once I set up my fan I'll be cool enough, even after you leave the room."
John was hoping that Bro hadn't seen him wince, and the way he shrugged with a smirk led him to believe that he hadn't noticed.
"Welp, I gotta get back to my apartment. I gotta lot of stuff to do," by that he meant pack up Jake's stuff for when he came to pick them up, "I'll be right across the hall, lil man, so holler if ya need anything!"
"Alright! See ya later Bro," John waved in goodbye and shut the door behind after his guest left.
He turned around and leaned against the door, sliding down until he sat on the floor. He gently rolled up his sleeve, revealing a plethora of horizontal cuts and scars from his wrist to his elbow.
John let out a shaky sigh as he ran his fingers over some of the more recent ones. The thought of what caused drove him to this and what made him keep doing it made him choke back tears. He stood up and walked over to the couch, laying down and quickly falling asleep.
Moving the camera across the hall, we now see a rather happy Bro. He held his hand over his heart.
"How can one kid be so sweet and open to a stranger?" he asked himself.
Was he smitten? No, Strider's don't get smitten. Well that's a lie they do. Especially in this case. Jake was long gone, out of his mind along with the guilt he had.
Now all he could think about as he sat down, taking a swig of somewhat warm mountain dew was the blue eyed nerd just a few feet away.
A/N: How about that! Pretty awesome? Kinda awesome? I think this is turning out better than I had planned! I hope you guys like it. I'm not going to stop My Guardian production just because I'm working on this, it just might take a little longer to get chapters out for this story and My Guardian, so I hope you guys will be a little patient and I will bust these chapters out as fast as I can!