Groaning you slowly rise from your computer chair, legs sore and stiff from your hours of pestering your best bro Dave Strider. A huge smile plastered on your face, you plop yourself on your bed and begin daydreaming...
"Goodnight John,", Dave smiles. He leans down, removes his shades and kisses you lightly on the nose. "Sweet dreams..." he whispers as he curls up against you, reaching to intertwine his fingers with yours.
You sigh. You've had a major crush on Dave since middle school. He's always been so.. mysterious. So, well, cool. His shades never bugged you, but you're so glad to be the only person he takes them off around. His eyes are a beautiful shade of red, seemingly glowing even when there are no lights around to illuminate. You wish you could kiss him. Everytime you feel yourself get lost in his eyes you wish you could just lean in and close that distance but.. Dave's straight. At least, you think he is..
He was the first person you came out to. When your eyes filled with tears he wiped them off your cheeks with a smile.
"Don't worry, we're still best bros," He said. "You're still the adorkable John Egbert."
He didn't understand why you started crying more.
Maybe it was because you knew that you would never, ever be more than just best bros with Dave. You dry your eyes with your hands and slowly lay your head onto a pillow.
Your eyes become droopy and your train of thought deteriorates as you drift into dreamland, filled with Dave, Nicholas Cage and Liz Tyler.