When We Get There

by milaek

We never know how long we'll have to wait, or how hard things will get along the way, only that we will know it when we get there. My second Dave/John fic! Whoo! This isn't at all related to my other story. Takes place in a non-sburb AU. Dave and John both attend high school in washington, and have been best friends since 6th grade. Dramatic things happen.

1. Chapter 1

Your name is John Egbert, and your best friend really needed to get his shit together. You sat at the counter in your kitchen, absentmindedly eating a piece of toast as you checked over your English paper. You flipped open your phone and checked the time.

7:30 am.

You sighed loudly to yourself, as if that would do anything.

But really you weren't all that annoyed. This had become a routine for the both of you.

You quickly went to the pesterchum app and clicked at the red username at the top of your chums list.

~~~~~~~~~~ectoBiologist began pestering turntechGodhead~~~~~~~~~~

EB: Dave.

EB: Dave wake up.

EB: Daaaaaaaave come on.

TG: mrf

TG: one of these days im going to install a snooze button in you egderp

EB: You're awake! :B

TG: ugh

TG: its too early in the morning for your derptastic emoticons

TG: seriously man

TG: dont you have any respect for the dead

EB: Daaaave you are not dead so shut up.

EB: Unless you forgot, school is still a thing we have to do.

EB: And it's not my fault you're too lazy to get an alarm clock like a normal person.

TG: shhh john im totally dead

TG: only more sleep can revive me

You rolled your eyes. You weren't quite sure how or when you had become Dave's personal alarm clock, but yet here you were coaxing the lazy bastard out of bed.

EB: You can sleep later! We have school.

TG: yeah now im so tempted to get up

TG: lets see

TG: school or nice warm bed

TG: hmmmmmmm

TG: that there is a really tough choice

EB: Oh come on Dave. Only a few more weeks and then winter vacation! :B

TG: what did i say about the emoticons john

TG: its creepy little eyes are now permanently affixed to my chatlog

TG: it will haunt me forever

EB: No, but I will if you don't get your butt out of bed

TG: wow you would go to all the trouble of killing yourself and becoming a ghost just to get me to school on time

TG: you are so committed john

EB: Yes, yes I am, though I'm still not sure why.

EB: Now come on. Math is first today, and you know Mr. Rhitin hates us already.

TG: fiiiiiine

TG: im heading out the door now okay

EB: Good! See you there!

TG: yeah se ya

~~~~~~~~~~~ectoBiologist ceased pestering turntechGodhead~~~~~~~~~~

You pushed your phone back into your pocket and grabbed your backpack off of the chair next to you. Dave could be such a high maintenance friend sometimes, but he was worth it. You two had been friends since the sixth grade when Dave had moved to Washington from Texas. Some older kids had been picking on you and had taken your glasses when he showed up out of nowhere and told them to give your glasses back. They had refused, but he just stood there between them and you, and had told them again. The oldest of the bullies had thought it would be a good idea to put Dave in his place as the new kid, and tried to punch him. Next thing any of you knew, Dave had grabbed his fist, and twisted it around his back into a painful looking arm lock. He made them give back your glasses, and made it clear they were to leave you alone. You had offered him some of the cookies your dad had packed for your lunch, and ever since then you two had been inseparable.

You laughed at the memory as you walked out the door. You two were now juniors at Lincoln Memorial High School and were still going strong.

You lived close to the school so you walked there, enjoying the snow dusted look of the town. You could practically hear Dave complaining about the cold and how Texas had been so much warmer and such. He had never quite gotten used to Washington temperatures.

When you finally arrived at the school the vast majority of the student body was hanging around, waiting for the school bell to ring.

"Yo John!" a voice shouted from behind you.

You turned towards the parking lot, and saw Dave leaning against his red truck, arm up in greeting. He was bundled up in a ridiculously large red jacket with brown fur at the hood which practically blended in with his car, making him almost look like a head floating a good 2 feet above black jeans. You smiled brightly and trotted towards him.

You stopped in front of him.

"Hi Dave!" you puffed out, the cold air turning your breath white.

The corner of Dave's mouth twitched up in the signature Strider smirk as he shoved his hand back into his pocket.

"Sup Egbert. Did you miss me?" he said teasingly.

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah. I don't know how I survived those long twelve hours without you." You said sarcastically.

Dave reached out and ruffled your mess of black hair.

"Don't worry John, Strider withdrawal is a very common symptom. Lucky for you that you have your daily fix right here."

You laughed.

"Yeah lucky me. Lucky for you too though, because without me here I doubt you would ever get to school on time." you said.

Dave shrugged.

"School is over rated man. Who needs it?"

"Only people who want to live happy, successful lives Dave. Now lets go to class before you start complaining about the cold."

You could practically feel Dave rolling his eyes behind his ever-present shades as you began to walk towards the building.

"But Joooooohn," he whined slumping his forehead onto your shoulder as he followed behind you, "I'm too tiered to do equations."

"Dude you never do the equations anyways." You said, slowing your pace so that he didn't fall face first onto the ground.

"Not my poooint."

You two walked like that all the way to your class where Dave proceeded to pester you non-stop, making it so that neither one of you really did any math at all.

After school Dave pounced on you at your locker. You had just been put your history textbook inside when a pair of arms wrapped around your neck and pulled you backwards.

You yelped slightly, but it ended up sounding more like a strangling pig.

"Well THAT was an attractive sound." Dave said sarcastically from behind you.

"Well you surprised me!" you said, flustered.

Dave was taller than you by a couple of inches, so he could comfortably rest his chin on the top of your head, which he proceeded to do.

"You shouldn't be so easily surprised then. No wait I take that back because you sound adorable when you squeal like that."

"Daaave," you said rolling your eyes, "I'm not adorable."

He chuckled.

"Dude you so are. Puppies have nothing on the derpy adorableness of the Egbert. They look at you and think 'damn how could I ever top that' and then no one adopts them because they are too busy awing over you. You took those puppies' homes Egbert. How could you."

You laughed and Dave let you go so you could turn and actually converse with him.

"Anyways," you said once you were done laughing, "what brings you over to my corner of the lockers? Usually you scamper to your car and pester me once you get home."

"True, but I have a better alternative today."

You looked at him quizzically.

"Bro is out with his friends partying or something tonight. You wanna come over and play some kick ass video games? And of course I can try to correct your taste in movies. I mean seriously John. Con Air is shit."

Your face brightened.

"Sleepover?" you asked excitedly.

"Damn straight bro." he said, smirking at you.

You were elated. You two hadn't had a bro night in what felt like ages and Dave almost never let you go to his house. And honestly his bro scared you.

You bounced happily and grabbed him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Yay! I'll bring popcorn!" you said excitedly, letting him go. "And Con Air is awesome dude."

Dave made a face.

"How you still think that after all these years I will never know."

You rolled your eyes.

"Daaaave."

He chuckled.

"Come on then. We can swing by your house so you can swap out your shit and then go."

You smiled brightly.

"Ok!"