You love being taller than john. It's your favorite thing ever. You both love being competitive toward each other, this fact makes it easier to build yourself up. Not that that doesn't all get knocked down by both of your laughter. You wonder why it's snowing in summer. Why is this thing? This snow fort is great though. So you don't care. Snow isn't as cold as you'd imagined. Wow, what a fun time.

"Hey john, we're like penguins."

"Hey Dave, we are penguins." You blink and you're both penguins, you don't question it. This is fucking hysterical. You're both laughing so hard, this is so great. You love johns little Washington laugh. Oh fuck no this snow fort is noT FALLING DOW-

"Dave, wake the fuck up." You wonder where your bro might be but that snow is heavy on your shoulder. Wait. This is illogical. You open your eyes and you're on a plane. It's on the ground. An old flight attendant looks a bit annoyed with you as you sit up from the window. Fuck the flight attendant, you're in Washington, and there's your bro, moving his hand from your shoulder and telling you to get the fuck up. Of course you do, you scramble up and take your bag from your brother. Hot damn this is going to be great. God you're hungry, you think following your brother into the airport. You hate how this one is different from the one in Texas, and that from the one in, you don't even remember where it was. You don't give a shit, you just want to get out of here, eat, and see your best friend.

"Hey bro you hungry?" You ask, hoping he'll say;

"Yea, let's get some food lil' man." Which he does. God you love him.

He takes you to a nice little deli place not far from the airport. And you get a nice freshly made sandwich. Is it just you or does handmade food taste like heavens clouds? You wonder why your bro just got something to drink. Coffees nice you guess, it's not necessarily filling though. He doesn't even drink all of it, he gets up, where is he going? The bathroom?

"Hey dave, I'm gonna' go outside and call your friends dad while you eat. He was sayin' he could pick us up the last time I talked to 'Im."

"Oh, okay." You say. You hate eating alone. You use to do it a lot when your bro had to work at night. That was before he started his own business though. Now he eats with you a lot more. You love that. He wanders outside, maby you'll have time to plan out some weird fantasy adventure with John. Washington is probably boring, what do you know. You keep getting distracted by your brother; he keeps pacing right in front of your window. . . He's taking an awful long time. What's with that look on his face? He's talking about getting a ride right? Must be some ride he's talking about. Wait. Is he really talking about that kind of ride? Is he flirting with your best friend's dad? Doesn't he have like a wife or something? Maby Mr. Egbert can't take a hint. You swear to god, if your bro is flirting with your best friend's dad you're going to die from embarrassment, and bring yourself back to life to kill yourself for being so embarrassed in front of your best bro.

When your bro finally walks back into the shop he picks up another coffee and sits across from you with a smug ass smile sitting on his face.

"Phone call went well?" You ask awkwardly.

"Yeah, your friend and his papa's gonna' be here in about fifteen minutes." You nod. That was not their whole conversation. You hope he was just having a good time talking about how happy he is for his little bro.

"So, what d'ya think the first thing you'll do with John will be?" Your bro asks you. And you prepare yourself to waste those fifteen minutes of waiting. But halfway through your story about you guys sword fighting your way past a bunch of evil little bastard creatures and flying into space the waiter takes away your plates and cups and your bro suggests you finish the story outside. You take the conversation outside, waiting outside the deli, your bag carelessly listening on the ground as you explain the adventure to your bro. You're not even finished with your story when a white car pulls over in front of your little strider duo. The man in the driver seat tilts his fedora, and A young man who's familiar to you only from video chats bursts out of the backseat, nearly tripping over the curb as he runs over calling your name. He practically knocks you over as he hugs you. You squeeze him like he's a little girl's teddy bear. Holy shit, this is it, you think to yourself. It's my best fucking friend.

You both let go after a few seconds and stare at each other in silence. He's slightly taller than you, and he seems to have expected you to have been taller to. You both grin and burst out laughing, and beginning small conversation before your bro says we probably shouldn't just spend our week in front of the deli.

Mr. Egbert gets out of the car to. "You two should probably chat in the car; we can deal with your stuff." He says picking up your bag.

"Alright daddy!" John says, excited to talk to you. He grabs your hand and escorts you to the backseat as the 'adults here' put your stuff, along with your bro's into the trunk. You can't hear what they're saying. But their tone is going to fuck with you forever- wait. Did John just call his dad 'Daddy'? How precious. You'll save this for TT.

"So John what kind of shit do you do in Washington?"

"Not a lot actually. You usually have to make things fun yourself. But that's funner than fun being provided" wow he's cheeky; you don't know if his smile is happier than yours right now. But god you already know this week is going to be great.

"Well we can do that, we're pretty cool guys" he laughs, but something's been nagging at you during this conversation. "Gee, you sound a lot different than on the phone Egbert."

"Well you do to." He says in response "But you still have that funny accent." He chuckles. You don't think there's anything he likes more than a good laugh.

"Hey you have the accent!" Though the car door seems to end your conversation as you watch John's dad take over the wheel in front of you, and your bro climb into the passenger seat, both laughing, they must have been joking as well.

"Again thanks for the ride." Your bro says. You watch him put on his seatbelt, he's always been weird about cars. And he never likes to drive them. This is why you're use to public transportation. But you've never asked him why he doesn't like cars.

"Oh, yes. It's no problem. My boy has been excited to see Dave all week."

"Dave to, I might have to get pretty fond of hangin' out with you if my bro won't be around to entertain me." Is that fucker flirting with John's dad again!?

"Oh, I don't think I'll mind your company" He says in response. Is . . . Is he checking out my bro?! You think, your jaw dropping. You close your mouth quickly and glance at John. Why is he so okay with this?! Don't tell me he was expecting it! Wait. He doesn't notice does he!? He doesn't! You now realize this week is going to be more challenging than you expected.

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