It was a normal day for you. You were just walking on the sidewalk of a small town with your friend, John. But that wasn't the case. Nope, sorry. The two of you didn't know that, however.

"So, where do you even plan on going today? Or is this some kind of confession for something?" Damn. John's so nosy, but that was fine by you. It's what made John...well, John.

You laughed lightly,"Who knows? I guess you'll have to wait and see. Fuck, I might even make you wait till tomorrow to carry out the plans I have," you mentally grinned. You were giving the boy a taste of his own "trickster" medicine. Eh..maybe not. You were better at being cool and ironic, not a trickster like John. You didn't care, though.

John pouted. His pouts were so adorable to you, not that you'd openly say that. He sighed,"Dave, you know I'm not homo, so if that's the case, no."

All you did was chuckle a little bit, before you got blindsided by some unknown attacker. Your head hit the pavement of the sidewalk, and your (awesome as fuck) sunglasses were falling off of your face. Well, you pushed the shades up and slowly peeled yourself off of the ground. Your attacker was now after John. No. Not gonna let that happen. You walked over(because the back of your head was throbbing in pain) to the attacker, but then they pulled a gun on you.

"You can only do one more thing before I pull this and it cannot be 'run' or 'attack'," the attacker told you,"Or else I'll shoot immidiately."

You gulped. This person was serious, as much as you wanted to deny it. You thought many things. Like, wouldn't it be ironic if you just turned the tables and somehow managed to kill the attacker? But you knew better, you'd be dead before you had the chance. You looked at the attacker, and then at the blue eyed and reven haired boy there. You walked over to John.

"You know how you always said you liked the color red, for some reason?" You were about to cry at the fact this was the last things this boy would hear from you. He nodded, though. You put one hand on John's shoulder, and the other on your shades, taking them off. You looked at him, right in the eyes. Red met blue. John smiled, his goofy little smile that you loved.

"They're red, Dave."

You nodded,"Yes." You then got more to the other's height, and without a moment's heasitation(because you damn sure knew John would react before you could do this), you kissed the older one. He might have been only a few months older, but he was still older!

John didn't resist, surprisingly. Maybe from the fact he knew you'd be killed after this. You didn't know. But you two remained this way until you were forced to stop. You didn't like the fact you just did something uncool or unironic, but you truely didn't give a flying fuck. The last thing you knew was a bang sound, and John screaming out your name before everything just went blank. That was it. You were dead. You wondered what was going to happen now, but you couldn't really control it. Wait. Why were you still thinking while you were dead? Who cared.

Goodbye, world...and goodbye John.

A/N: I hope you liked this! It's my first time making a fic like that(and now I know I'll never be a good Dave), and I had this from the weirdest inspiration. But I won't tell because it'll show what happens to Dave! This isn't a oneshot, it just looks like one ;3