You're John Egbert and, once again, you are too overcome with feelings to help this poor writer narrate. Seriously – you can hardly breathe. Dave Strider is in your house. You never thought you'd think that! Err… How much sense are we making here? Not a lot. FOCUS.

"So…" Dave turns to look at you, snagging his attention away from checking out the interior of your living room.

"Want the grand tour?" He smirks and nods. You show him around, pointing out the kitchen, bathrooms, and the guest room he'll be staying in. It's pretty plain; you don't exactly have guests a lot, except for Jade. Dave doesn't seem to mind though - tossing his bags across the room where they hit the wall and then throwing himself onto the plush bed with a muffled thwomp and a creak of springs. You hide your smile and giggle-snort behind your hand as he crosses an arm behind his head and pats the space next to him. You roll your eyes, he is just so ridiculously cute sometimes, and flop next to him heavily, making the bed creak again. You turn your head and see he's already looking at you with that annoyingly unexpressive stare. You squint a little, trying to see past his shades. He did say you'd be allowed to see his eyes after he got here… Before you can decide to bring it up or not you're distracted by the little twitch at the side of his mouth - was that the beginning of a smile? You kind of really hope so. Dave smiling is pretty much the best thing you've ever experienced. Ever. Better then Con Air. You did not just think that, bad John. How dare you. With that little almost-maybe smile on his lips and his face so close to yours, lying on the guest bed, with his eyes probably staring into yours - at least you'd like to think they are - and with this being the first time you've been so close you kind of start to lean in and…

A loud bang echoes throughout the house. You sit up in a rush and hear the familiar sounds of your dad getting home from work. You let out a breath you'd been holding since Dave almost-kind-of-maybe smiled as a disgruntled sigh and fall back again.

You are Dave Strider and FUCK you can never seem to catch a break. You want to punch a fucking wall, this was so completely not fair and UHG! You'd been lying on John's guest bed with him lying right there with this stupid look on his face and you're pretty sure he'd been leaning in and you were going to kiss that boy. You were going let that dork kiss you and you were going to enjoy the fuck out of it and his dad had to choose then to come home. The tiny smile you'd ignored before was now tugging into a frown - you would never admit it but it was more of a pout - and you force your usually emotionless expression back on.
John's standing then and you watch as he extends his hand to you to help you up, but he's not looking at you. He's directing an annoyed glare towards the door. You gulp, quietly, and reach up to grab his hand. It's soft and really, really warm, and it's nice and you're both standing now. You… haven't exactly let go of his hand. You figure he'll let go first but you like how it feels and hope he won't. And… He doesn't. He just starts walking out of the room with you in tow and you can feel the blood warming your face. Okay, so, handholding. That's, apparently, a thing bros do. That is a thing you're doing and you're liking it a lot. John's hand is a little bigger than yours but it's smoother, not scared and rough from working. And his fingers are long; they twist and bend perfectly around yours. Wow you're getting all sappy again and wow you don't care because you're holding John's hand - or not. He let's go when you reach the kitchen where his dad is cooking something. You're vaguely surprised it's not a damn cake with how John talking about his baking habits. You figure he probably exaggerates.

You stop being Dave in favor of being the irritated and flustered derp because he's much more interesting right now.
As you reach the kitchen, and the source of the clanking and humming that drew you down, you let your hand slip out of Dave's. What? You were just making sure he didn't get lost, leading him since he doesn't know his way around yet. So what if you liked it? So what if it set kamikaze butterflies off in your belly and made your cheeks warm conspicuously? So. Freaking. What. Even as you let go he stood close enough to feel his warmth. You clear your throat to get your dad's attention.

"Oh, hello son," He sets down the bowl he was mixing something in to look at the two of you. "And you must be Dave. Well, I've heard a great deal about you-"

"Dad, can we skip the part where you embarrass me?" He smiles and you barely constrain a grin in return. Your dad can be a real pain, but you love him. He extends a hand towards Dave.

"Nice to finally meet you," Dave takes his hand and shakes it, jumping a little and pulling a startled face. Your dad takes his hand back to reveal a joy-buzzer. You slap your hand against your forehead and mutter, "Come on," Dave laughs a little through his nose though.

"Likewise sir. Thanks for letting me stay here," You look between them cautiously and see approval spread across your dad's face. Well that's a relief. You all make a bit of small talk before you and Dave head back upstairs to hang out in your room. You're chatting about plans for the evening, which is really just videogames and dinner so Dave can get some sleep, when you feel Dave sneak his hand into yours. You whip your head to look at him but he's still talking and looking forward like nothing's changed. You let loose a grin that shows off your overbite and pull him down the hall that goes to your room.

The hours pass, full of laughter and yelling and other hyper teenage boy things. Oh, and of course you stealing glances at Dave. It's kind of crazy how much you notice about someone when they don't know you're looking. You notice how twitchy Dave gets when he has to wait for something and how his pale hair starts to fall in front of his eyes when he's focused on a game. You notice how he cocks his head to the side so you know he can hear you mumbling to yourself, a bad habit you think you'll have to stop if he keeps listening like he is. Mostly you notice how he always finds a way to be close to you. He'll gradually scoot closer if you sit on the other side of the bed until you're shoulder to shoulder again. You'd be lying if you said you didn't lean into him too. Around nine, after you'd done pretty much all there is to do in your room, you go to get a bag of chips. But when you get back Dave is spread across your bed, asleep. You giggle at how he's completely spread himself out, arms out in a way that lifts the hem of his shirt up a little and teases you with a strip of pale skin above his belt.

You sit on the edge of the bed and lay a hand on his chest, shaking him gently and calling his name. No luck, he's out. And you don't really mind the idea of him spending the night in your bed. Way to get perverted, jeez. You sigh a little and toss a light blanket over him before making yourself a… well, a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor.

Shutting the light off, you lie down and drift easily to sleep.

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I've been preoccupied *sweat drop* Also sorry it's kinda short and not awesome and BLUH ASDFGHJKL ANYWAYS I promise the next chapter will be better and more cute and idek just don't lose faith in me.