Dave Strider, a blond haired and red eyed boy, stared out his window. The full moon hung high with the stars that twinkled down at him. He thought of how strange today had been. It had only been day one at a new school- in fact- he had never been at a public school until this year- his junior year in high school. This very small boy with black hair, blue eyes, and thick rectangular glasses had snuck glances at him all day. Maybe he even stared at Dave for long amounts of times.

Dave at first didn't mind, but at lunch is when it was really small boy sat at a table with a girl that seemed to be his sister or cousin and just stared at him through his messy black bangs. It was like he hadn't ever seen a new kid before. If only looks could kill.

Eventually, Dave had gotten up after finishing off two bags of doritos and a bottle of apple juice. The walk to and from the trash can, he felt those blue orbs on him. However, on his way back from the trash can, Dave took a seat in front of the boy. He introduced himself and the boy quietly told him his name. John Egbert.

For the rest of the day, John and him talked about their lives and where Dave had moved from. Although, Dave hadn't said much.

Walking home, Dave felt quite paranoid for some reason. He heard footsteps behind him,when he turned around no one was there. It only made him walk faster. When he walked inside his small apartment that his older sibling, Dirk, AKA, Bro owned, he slammed the door shut not finding Dirk home. Typical. Not surprising. Probably off doing 'research' for his films.

Dave ate a family bag of Doritos with a large glass of apple juice filled to the very brim. He watched an ironic Disney film, The Little Mermaid, and after that, The Blair Witch Project.

Now, here he was. He stood in in his small room that faced the outside with a window. After what seemed like twenty minutes, he pulled away shutting the curtains. He slid off his red shirt and black skinny jeans, throwing them in the corner of the room. He took a seat on his bed then he slowly laid down on the familiar coverings. He toyed with his shades for a while to only set them down on his messy nightstand.

He rolled onto his side, falling asleep instantly.

~ 3 ~

Outside the apartment that Dave Strider resided in stood in front of John. He had no idea what had attracted him to this blond haired, freckled boy. He slowly walked across the road to the doors. He entered a key code, he saw Dave use, then he walked inside. He walked up to the front desk where a lady with graying black hair and cat eyed glasses sat. She looked up at him. "May I do something for you sir?" she asked with a smile.

"Can you tell me where Dave Strider's apartment is? I'm supposed to drop off a few papers he left at school," John said with pure innocence.

The woman turned, went through her files on her computer, then she turned back saying, "He's in room 14, second floor."

John turned with a not so innocent smile on his face, even the look in his eyes were dark. He quickly made his way to Dave's apartment. 10, 11, 12, 13, and then 14. He grinned darkly then he started to turn the door knob, however, it was locked. He could feel something in his head that burned and ached, being that he was not getting his way thus far.

A small noise escaped John's throat in anger. Put it together John, he thought. He slid a hand into his pocket, took his wallet out, and retrieved his lunch card. He pocketed his wallet, got on his knees, and slid the thin card down the inside of the door frame until it ran into the lock. He squinted his blue eyes and rattled the door knob gently. He carefully lifted the metal lock until the plastic got in the way. After a few more tries, the door opened quietly. John grinned happily. "Here I come, Davey~" John whispered under his breath.

He slid inside the apartment-almost like a bachelor-esque house- that smelled of Dave's sweet essence and of other miscellaneous things. He quietly crept along the carpet floors of the living room until he reached a small hall that held three doors. One of them had to be Dave's, obviously the one on the right was his.

His heart leaped against his rib cage while his hands shook with anticipation and a mix of anxiety. He reached for the door knob with his shaky hand, turned it, and quietly he slid inside. Being so small, it was quite easy to slide inside. He shut the door with a quiet click.

He turned around to see a sleeping Strider on the bed. Dave's body sprawled on the bed with covers over him. John grinned giddly while a small laugh tried to escape.

John happily ran to Dave's side. He pressed his small hand on Dave's cheek examining the boy's freckled face. Oh, he was so beautiful up close, John thought.

His thumb traced Dave's lower lip then the top. They looked so kiss-able. He would have swooned aloud, but he had to stay quiet. He trailed his fingertips down Dave's lips, to his chin, down to his neck and then to his chest. His fingers gripped the covers and he lifted it up, slowly he slid in next to Dave feeling all of his body heat. He sighed happily as the smell of Dave filled his nostrils. This was what heaven was. He wrapped an arm around Dave's waist and rest his head on top of his chest. Please don't wake up, John thought. Not yet.

He loved hearing Dave's heart beat. It was like a lullaby only for John to hear. Only John. He snuggled close to him and shut his eyes while he listened to the boy's heart beat that soothed him.

After some time of laying there, John had fallen into a deep sleep.

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