CHAPTER_1_JOHN/DAVE
So I decided to post this. I hope it turns out how I want it to. Anyways- this is simple. You like it. Review. You don't. Leave. Simple right? Yes. I hope you enjoy it anyhow. Thanks.
~Phosey (FAW-SIE)
You look down at the bloody knife in your hand. Why? Why does this have to be the solution? How is this helping you get any- where? You then look over to your blood stained wrist. No one has ever made you feel this way. This is too complicated. This needs explaining.
Your name is John Egbert. You are madly in love with your heterosexual best bro. Dave Strider. This cutting is pointless. You know it won't make him love you. You know this. You ponder it. Somehow, it makes you feel better when you do it. Though- when you're in public- you can't help but hide your slits. No one sees…no one asks. Seems easy enough, it still hurts though. He hurt you, in a way, he won't ever understand. You want him to know how badly he made you suffer. You can't though. If you do this he won't talk to you ever again. Dave isn't a bad guy. He won't ignore you because of a silly emotion…but no need to take the chances.
You move to the kitchen to wash off your arm and knife. You do this everyday. It amazes you how easily this had fit into your small morning routine.
Get up.
Get dressed.
Eat breakfast.
Brush teeth.
Cut arms.
Clean up.
Grab back-pack.
Go to school.
That's how it is all the time now. You know you should stop. You tell yourself how you are damaging your precious body. You don't listen anyways. Well, now that everything is clean, you should get your book-bag and head out to school.
Of course-the first person you see is Dave, sitting at the front of the bus. He likes to get in and out fast- Less interaction with other people. Today he is wearing his favorite outfit. A red sleeved shirt, with a broken record on the front. You know he has copies of this shirt, you find it quite hilarious. Along with this he wears a pair of blue jeans. You love this outfit. It just screams, "Dave Strider!" If you told him you like how that outfit looks on him he would find out that you like him very quickly. Can't have that, right? He gives you a head nod, "Sup, Egbert?" This causes you to turn slightly pink. You take the open seat next to your bro-crush. His hair looked extra shinny today. He noticed you staring at him. He nudged you, "Hey, you okay derp?" You nod, "Y-yeah! So,what's up?" He thought for a while. "Nothing really, just normal school stuff. What about you?" Oh, he has no idea what you have been doing. 'Oh yeah! I have been cutting myself because I love you! Ahehee!' Haha! No. Not telling him that. EVER. "About the same as you cool kid." He nodded in response, then looked out the window.
Shortly after chatting it up with your friend, you arrive at the school. You move to your locker and place your book-bag on the hook. You then collect the supplies for your next class with Dave. Now that you think of it…you have a LOT of classes with him. After walking in the hall way, you enter room 413. This is your favorite class. Mrs. Vantas is the teacher. She has a short temper- but she isn't all that bad. Her son, Karkat Vantas, is also like that. He's really a nice guy when you get to know him. In fact, you tend to go to him for romance advice. You wouldn't think of him as that type of guy but…he's full of surprises. You take your assigned seat between Karkat and Jade. Jade is your sister. Anyone would take a look at the both of you and guess so. She has long silky black hair. Her green eyes attract a lot of attention. You guess her natural beauty and how nice she is, is what made her so popular. In front of you is the blind girl, Terezi Pyrope. Yeah…she picks on you a lot. It's not like she hates you or anything, that's just how she is. You guess you two are friends. She never went too far with her rude jokes. You two kind of have a love hate relationship.
You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Dave hand you a note. You unfold it, and set it on your desk. It reads, "Yo. John. You want to come over to my house? Bro is gone for a few days." You turn to him and nod. He gives you a smirk. You then go through your daily lecture presented by Mrs. Vantas.
*Briing!*
Ah, what a lovely noise.
"So, Jooohn. Do ya like anyooone?" That is the sound of Vriska Serket. You dated her once-but it just didn't work out. She is currently dating Aradia. You can't help but think you turned her into a homosexual. Meh, not like it matters.
"Why do you want to know?" She snickered, showing a sly smile.
"Cause I know who likes you!"
What? Why would anyone like YOU. John Egbert. Maybe you can find out who.
"Oh really?" She nodded.
"Then who is it? Hmmm Vriska" By now you should mention that you two are the only people in the room.
"Oh! Well it's-"She was interrupted by Dave running in and grabbing her arm storming out of the room. Well, not finding out who it is then.
You go to your locker to place and collect items. Your next class is with Kanaya and Rose. You walk into the History class room. Your teacher is . He's an odd one. You think he's awesome anyways. Believe it or not, this is a class you love just because he is the teacher.
You sit in long rows. On your right is Kanaya Maryam, on your left is her girlfriend ( also Dave's sister ) Rose Lalonde. They had you sit between them so they won't get distracted by each other... That didn't help at all. They'll just sit there gazing at one another. You don't really want to know what they do at their, "Sleep Overs." You just know it doesn't involve sleeping at all. You go through the first three periods smoothly. It's just lunch that you're worried about.
You walk into the café, to see Dave saving you a spot. He's sitting at a table by himself next to your usual table. The couple who took your seats again are Gamzee Makara, and Tavros- you didn't really catch his last name yesterday. You don't mind them there. In fact you're kind of glad, because, you get to sit close to Dave.
"Hi Dave!" He looks up from a piece of paper he was scribbling on.
"Sup." You sit next to him.
"Hey John, when you get to my place…I'll tell you a secret. Okay?"
"Okay! Yeah! Is it anything bad?"
"Kinda, bad on my part. Not exactly yours."
"Huh, okay! I'll keep it a secret! Just for you." You smile, and he actually smiles back. Not the typical, "Strider smirk." It was a genuine smile. He slips them to you every so often. It makes you feel important to him, though you know he just sees you as his, "best-bro." You figure it's better than nothing.
"Thanks, John." The sound of your name coming out of his mouth is the best feeling ever given to you.
You went through the day talking to your friends, and hanging around in the hall ways. You meet Dave at his locker. You see him talking to Karkat. What could they be talking about? You really hope that either one of them are not confessing to one another. Should you interrupt? You decide to wait for one minute for Karkat to leave. You then run up to Dave.
"Hi Dave!" He looks at you, a little shocked. He let his mouth drop a little, but stopped soon after he realized what he was doing.
"Hey John, ready to go?" You nod happily, trying to shake the curiosity of what he and Karkat were talking about. You start walking out of the school, and off to Dave's house.
"Hey, Dave. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure bro, anything. Just as long as hell doesn't freeze over."
You giggle, "Well, I saw you and Karkat talking before I came up to you…" He just looks forward, and keeps walking.
"We'll talk about that later. By the way, do you want to sleep over tonight?"
"Yes! I don't have any spare clothes in my book-bag though."
"You can borrow some of mine." He looks over to you and smirks. You can't help but blush at the thought of you wearing his clothes. You bet they smell good. You catch yourself out of the daze, when dave taps you on the shoulder.
"We're here. Make yourself at home." You both walk inside, and go to Dave's room. You sit on the bed, while he pops in a movie and sits next to you.
"So, what was the secret you wanted to tell me?" He looked down at his hands and fiddled for a bit.
"It's not that big of a deal." You stare at him.
"Dave. I swear, if you don't tell me by the time today is over-"
"Haha, you'll what? Tickle me to death?"
"Heehe, yeah, I will." You two chat it up while the movie was playing. It was a rather long movie, about two to three hours.
"Hey, John."
"Yeah?"
"Want to get dressed early? I know it's like six, but, I get dressed for bed at this time."
"O-oh, um, sure." He searches in his closet for something the both of you can wear. He throws a pair of pants, and a shirt to you. It was his other broken record shirt. He wears it a lot, so it has a nice texture from it being worn out. While you were looking at the shirt, you didn't realize that Dave was stripping right in front of you. He paused, only wearing his boxers at this point.
"You gonna take your clothes off or what?" You feel your face heat up. His body is so toned… You could stare at him all day.
"I look that good, huh?"
"W-what? No!"
"Then, why are you blushing?" He inches closer to you, being that you're still sitting on the bed and all. He laughed.
"Just take 'em off. We're both guys here, nothing to hide, right?" You just nod, and take off your shirt. Then you stand to take your pants off.
"Hey Dave?"
"Yeah, Dorkus?
"You smell good." What? Did you really just say that out loud? Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. No. This can NOT be happening!
"Haha, do I now?" He just laughed it off, and put his pants on, still not having his shirt. He looked at you and spotted your arm. Shit. Well, he would find out one time or the other.
"John! What the fuck happened to your arm!"
"U-uhm, it's not a big deal, really."
"Like hell it's not! Why did I not know about this sooner?" He sat on the bed, and looked over your gashed arm.
"Why did you do this to yourself?"
"You really want to know?"
"YES! My GOD John! Just tell me, why!"
"Well, I did it because I like someone who won't ever like me back."
"…John, who is so important to you that you would cut yourself?" He looked a little hurt while saying this.
"It's you Dave. You."
He looked at you with a blank expression, then hugged you, pushing you into the bed.
"…Dave…?"
"You are so stupid…" He is on top of you hugging as tight as he can.
"What do you mean?"
He sighed, the moved his lips to yours. As soon as it started, it ended. Even though it was so short, it felt so good, and so right. His bare chest against yours, lips connected…You miss those few seconds that came and went so fast.
"That, is what I mean." He got off of you and stood up. You sat, crossing your legs.
"John, promise me something, don't cut yourself over me. I'm not worth it."
"Only for you Dave."
"Come on, I'm hungry." You nod and follow him. You don't notice, but you grabbed his hand. He looked down at you and smiled. Once again, you blushed, then let go of his hand.
"Why did you let go?"
"W-what?"
"I liked it. Why did you let go of my hand?"
"Oh! Um, well…I'm not used to it?" He smiled and ruffled your hair.
"Allow me to get you accustomed to it."
"He tangled his fingers into yours, and sat the both of you down on his couch. The both of you just sat-staring at each other.
"Dave, I thought you were hungry."
"I am,"
"The food is in the kitchen, silly."
"I know."
"…Dave…what are you implying?" He moved you to the corner of the couch, your head on the arm of the object. Then he got on top of you, and placed his hands on your slim hips.
"Oh, I think you know exactly, what I'm implying John."
Yeah, soooo! This Chapter sucks balls. I'll try to make the next on better. I think we ALL know what's gonna happen next chapter…*Nervous laugh* I'm sorry in advance…..And for those who noticed, John isn't wearing any clothes, besides his boxers. And Dave is just wearing boxers and pants so….yeah. It should make things fun.
-Phosey