Okay, Just so you guys know, I think (I forgot) John's actual house is placed in Washington. But in MY story he lives in Tennessee, I'll explain later in the story. And Dave and Bro live in Houston TX.

Chapter one: Insomnia troubles

Insomnia. Its something someone experiences one time or another, but on a constant basis? Where you feel like your dreaming instead of being awake? Its not healthy. I've had this problem since I was ten, now eighteen, I still have it. Its not healthy to lay in darkness and stare at your fan for three hours, and its definitely not healthy to sit in the room with the light on trying to think of stuff to pass the time other than to watch the clock tick.

Insomnia.

The only thing I can think to do is take a shower, even though I would take on at 6am anyway, it is now 3am. The other option I have is to pester, Dave my long distance best friend. But he might be asleep, and I don't want to bother him. I hop up, I have so much energy when I should be sleeping, and I quietly make my way to the bathroom. I switch on the light switch and undress, turning on the water to warm and stepping inside.

When your half awake, but fully here, you can spot every detail. At least I can. I study the shower and how there's no mold, spotless. Dad did good job at cleaning. I let the water wash over my head and let it drip down my naked body, it feels good. Its wrapping me like a warm watery blanket.

Grab the essentials, shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Rinse and repeat, four times to pass the time. Stop the water and stand there for a good thirty seconds before grabbing a towel and getting out. Yes, this is my shower routine at 3am. I wrap the towel around my waist and go quietly go to my room, closing the door and dropping the towel, putting on some dark blue boxers.

I don't even yawn. I don't yawn until 4:44am, every time around that time is when I start yawning. The first thing I do is look around my room and see how messy it is. It's a good type of messy, not where 'there's crap all over the floor where you can't walk' messy. But the type of messy where there's a few shirts here and there on the floor, and some stuff on the bed. But it bothers me, so I try and clean it. But it gets me nowhere.

In the end I end up playing dress up, going through all my clothes and seeing what matches and what doesn't, making an actual list on paper of what goes with what. I hang it up on my book shelf and stare at it, sighing, now my rooms even more of a mess with all the clothes. I start at it to clean it up. I get somewhere with it, it's pretty clean now, but not totally.

I put on some music, instrumental, thinking it will calm me down and make me sleepy. It really doesn't. I check my computer and see Dave messaged me.

tG: you took a shower at 3am because you can't sleep and didn't want to disturb me

tG: john, you can always talk to me whether I'm sleeping or not, I'll always reply back

I smiled and typed back.

eB: i know, I just feel bad if you know..

eB: you're sleeping and I wake you up

tG: Bullshit

tG: i love talking to you

tG: i dream about talking to you

I giggled, he always knew how to make me laugh.

tG: so

tG: tell therapist dave why you're not sleeping this time

eB: same old stuff

eB: can't sleep

eB: too much on my mind

eB: recurring nightmares

eB: you know..

tG: i see

tG: sleeping pills?

eB: already took four

tG: time?

eB: 2am, you know that

tG: i wouldn't suggest taking another

eB: why?

tG: you have work in the morning right?

eB: yeah..

eB: forgot about that..

tG: your always welcome to talk to me

tG: until you fall asleep

eB: but I don't feel tired!

eB: i'm like, wide awake

eB: but my body is wanting sleep

tG: do your eyes feel heavy?

eB: a little..

tG: then in fact, you are tired

eB: whatever, I can draw or something

tG: but around this time you get tired of drawing.

tG: right?

eB: yeah..

tG: you could always try pleasuring yourself.

tG: that always gets you tired in the end.

eB: oh my god

eB: Dave!

eB: what the hell?!

tG: what?

eB: i'm not going to touch myself just to get a good night's sleep!

tG: ok

eB: you don't understand!

tG: hm?

eB: i'm NOT going to touch myself to get a good night's rest!

tG: you already said that

eB: yeah, but you don't know how serious that is!

tG: what, just wrap your hand around your dick and start a-pumpin

tG: we're old enough to know now right?

eB: DAVE

tG: what?

eB: STOP IT

eB: YOUR MAKING ME ALL FLUSTERED

tG: good

tG: my job is done for getting you all excited

eB: Dave, seriously, I need another alternative

tG: you could always call me and talk to me until you fall asleep?

eB: i like that idea better

tG: better than whacking yourself off?

eB: YES

tG: ok

tG: call whenever you're ready

My face, still red from the recent conversation, furrowed its brows together and took in a deep breath. I let out the breath and dialed the only number programed into the phone, Dave Strider. He picked up not even halfway into the second ring.

"Sup babycakes."

I flushed a bright pink, "God damn it Dave, what's with the names all of a sudden?"

"There's that nasally voice I know and love, and nothing really. Just felt like calling you something different."

"Oh, okay." I have a nasally voice?

Silence.

"So-"

"So-"

Silence again.

"Sorry," I chuckle "You go first."

"No please, you."

"Okay.. So, um, how was your day?"

Fuck.

"Wait, I mean, like, how was yesterday?"

"It was fine, I just went to school, the usual."

"Oh, okay."

Double fuck.

"I mean, it's not okay thatit was just another usual day, I mean, you know.."

He chuckled, "Yes John, I know. Your always so nervous when you're on the phone with me."

"I know, I know im nervous, Im sorry."

"No need to be sorry."

Another bright pink flush.

"Did I make you flush?"

"NO!"

"I mean, no."

Another chuckle, "Sure, sure."

"You know what I notice John? I notice that when you're on the phone with me you tend to…."

My head hit the pillow, or was on it already. My eyes fluttered closed and drowned out the sound of Dave talking, or fell in tune with it. My hand fell limp and I don't remember lying in the bed or how I got there in the first place. Wasn't I in the chair? Anyway, Dave's last few words were gone within moments as I drifted off into a partial slumber.

"John?"

"John?"

A chuckle.

"Guess my job here is done."