The lights were out and a candle was flickering on a table in the middle of the room, blue eyes moved from right to left, inspecting the dim, messy apartment, the only apartment that John and his roommate could afford to pay. It wasn't that bad, it just needed some cleaning, John always cleaned but Dave always managed to make it look like a mess in a second, other than that the only problem they had was that the light constantly going out.
John sighed, bored, it was another night when Dave wasn't there to be with John because of his ridiculous job as a DJ. John used to think a DJ wasn't an actual job, Dave didn't care at all, if he did what he loved that was cool enough for him, it paid the rent, at least. As for John… he liked to call his situation "constant trips out to get a new job, with no luck".
Wind blew through an opened window and turned the candle's fire away, the room got darker and John looked over at the only source of light in the room, the window. He looked down to a familiar car, that red crappy car that always used to carry Dave and his DJ stuff, John felt how a smile grew on his face, truth is, John has had a crush on him for a while but, he obviously wouldn't tell him, he was too scared to ruin their friendship, besides, this was Dave's place after all, if Dave got angry at John's confession then John had to move out and he wasn't in the best position to get a new place.
John saw as Dave walked out of the car and got inside the building, the lights went out so the elevator wouldn't be working which means he would take a while before getting there. John sighed and walked over his room, it was pretty late and John liked to stay up just to see Dave got home safe and sound, hopefully, Dave had never noticed that, because he knew Dave would be a pain in the ass if he knew, making all kind of stupid jokes about how gay that is.
Flopping down on his bed, John set his glasses on a drawer nearby and looked at a blurry ceiling, waiting for the sound of the door to open and close, the same routine, then fall asleep. He wondered for how long this will keep up, John didn't want to keep things hidden, but he didn't want Dave to know. The sound of the bathroom door open and close, teeth brushing, toilet flushing, everything was recorded and John knew it by heart, he was such a dork to fall for his friend like that. The bathroom door again, open, close, and then empty footsteps drawing towards Dave's room, open, close, and it was done.
A few moments were left for John to think, tomorrow was one of those days John always loved because Dave stayed home all day and they could watch TV and stay in their pajamas all day to wait for their show late at night. Obviously, Saturdays were John's favorite and John loved to cook stuff for Dave. Dave always told John how bad he is at cooking but whenever they were done Dave always told John how much he liked the meal.
John began making plans of what he could cook the day after and what kind of stuff they could do together without realizing it was past 2 am, in the end John sighed and stopped thinking about that. Silence reigned and John felt his eyes getting heavy, it was late, and tomorrow was going to be a new day.