authors note: this is my very first fix bear with me, my chapters are probably going to be kinda short but i plan on this being a really long fanfic so if you stick with the story it should get better~
his scent, his voice, his dorky glasses and buck teeth. dave missed all of it, and even after 2 months he still couldn't believe john was gone, he missed seeing his jacket lying on the bed when he got home and hearing him singing in the shower, he missed the nights when the two didn't go to sleep because they talked and talked and talked.
dave missed the fights and dave missed the touch of john's soft skin on his. he missed when there was nothing wrong and he missed john's last moments, when they were closer than ever. at least john was still alive then.
john was dead and dave couldn't change that, and with john went a large piece of him. dave got up from the bed he was sitting on and grabbed his shades, his bro was home and he wasn't going to let him see his redness or the pain in his eyes but he couldn't hold it in anymore. he sat in the corner behind the door, set his glasses in front of him, brought his knees to his chest, and cried.
he couldn't always keep up his cool guy act, and he's kept it up long enough for everybody to think he was okay, dave was definitely not okay. he rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers over the old scars and fresh cuts. he knew this would have made john upset but he couldn't help it, it made him feel better. he wasn't looking to end his life, he just wanted something to make the pain go away, and so far its worked.
as long as nobody knew it would all be okay, his life would remain the same as it has been for the past month. he just needed to convince bro that he was perfectly fine and it was okay to leave, he's been staying at dave's house since john's death. but dave wanted to go through this by himself.
dave dried his eyes and put his shades on, rolling down his sleeves and getting ready to leave his room, but first he waited for his face to return to its normal colour. he then grabbed his phone, made his way to the living room, and turned on the tv to the previously recorded spongebob episode he had missed. his bro soon came out of his room in boxers, his signature anime shades on his face. the buff male made his way to the fridge and looked over at dave. dave had always been kinda envious of bro's body but still appreciated his own.
"good morning, lil man" bro greeted.
"im 22" dave grumbled.
"whatever, lil man. hey I'm gonna go out today, lalonde wants me to go with her to some new restaurant opening up on the other side of town, hey do you know where the coke is?"
"it should be in the back, you probably drank it all again." he accused.
"most likely" bro admitted, grinning. he glided over to the couch and plopping down next to him. "now i don't want you here alone, okay? "
"I'm fine, bro. i don't need to be supervised." dave snapped.
"its not supervision, its closer to therapy tha-."
"well i don't need it, I'm fine." dave interjected.
"i want you to call karkat and ask him if he wants to hang out. no buts." bro replied sternly.
dave sighed "fine."
haha wooo yay sadness
