A Young Man Sat on His Front Porch

by Monochrome Romance

John Egbert was happy, a nice home, financial stability. But a lost job and a couple dozen boxes later, and he's in the hellish surroundings of Texas with a jobless housefather in a crappy apartment. But perhaps a kid who's taken interest to him can help cool down the flaring weather. JohnDave, AU where the game wasn't a thing in the first place. Hopefully it won't end.

1. Chapter 1

You sat on your front porch, gazing out at the lawn, full of boxes and suitcases. Moving. You never thought that your dad would lose his job, or have to move to Texas, of all places. But apparently, there were jobs there, and cheap apartments. Sweat gathered on your hairline, and you pushed up the brim of your glasses, only for them to slide back down. The rubber grips that used to rest on the bridge of your nose had broken off from being worn every day for three years straight, and your insurance didn't cover your frames. Dad obviously didn't have fifty bucks to spare. All of that was going to moving.
God it was hot. You stood up, and moved out towards the sidewalk, looking up at the former Egbert household. Washington was having a hot day, and you wondered exactly what Texas would be like. The long grass brushed your bare legs with every step you took. You hoped someone else would take better care of the lawn; it hadn't been mowed in months. Dad had been looking for jobs and your teachers had been piling on the work that you hadn't been getting done with your circus act of juggling a job and school.
Speaking of school, you wondered if anyone would even notice you were gone. The teachers, once admiring of you, now showed complete disinterest. You hadn't had any friends to begin with, so you guessed not. A sigh escaped your lips as you watched your father put the last box into the back of the van. "Come on John." He called tiredly, walking towards his son.
Sympathy lingered in the man's eyes. He must have gotten the fact that you weren't too okay with moving from the place you grew up in. Where you've fallen down stairs, and fallen asleep on the couch after a long, tiring day. Where you've had fifteen birthdays. It sucked.
His father ruffled his hair and smiled softly. "Time to go." He said before walking towards the car, silently.
And with that, John Egbert silently followed with his eyes downcast. Before getting in, he said a silent goodbye to the building he'd had so many memories in, and pushed up his glasses once more, grasping the hot door handle and pulling it open, accepting the moment.