It was new and it was a quiet. A new day, just for you. Just for you….
You kept trying and trying to avoid Dave all day, but each time you laid eyes on him, you flipped. All strange emotions rattled throughout your body and yes, they were new.
Tears threatened for you to give in and let it go, but you twitched so much that you decided it was not the best time. Yet. You were not ready to talk to Dave yet.
Your phone has been on silent and it was getting more and more difficult to answer the texts and pesters. Especially from Dave.
Everything dissected your squished heart to liquid with a enlarging lump in your throat. You are ready. You are going to do it. You are going to end your relationship with the only friend you have. And, everything will be alright, everything will be the same, or so your dad says.
You know you are just lying to yourself when you say everything will be okay, because NO, you need Dave. But, you Father, your father…you really do not want him to be disappointed in having a son like this! A son that is in love with another man is unacceptable and you are pretty sure your dad would put you up for adoption or kick you out on your own if you DID ignore him.
Though…you can not bring yourself to do it. All the bullies will come back, you will be by yourself, and you will not have Dave…Dave…Dave… His name just keeps repeating over and over in your head and you know you are getting one of the worst migraines ever, so you aggressively breathe and plop your head down for a big rest. You need a nap, you had a long day at school.
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You are yelling, screaming and kicking your legs, anything to get them off. But you fail you mount yourself on the wall of failure with all the others as your brain starts giving out when the knife finally reaches your throat.
"It is the end. The end, the end. " You barf onto your self with barely any welted tears to survive such a horror cut on your skin. You try to breathe but you cannot. You cannot breathe anymore. There is not air. There is no oxygen.
Now that you think about it. You remember there never even being in oxygen. You never remember breathing. But…this is such an awful pain that your eyes swirl shabby twirls inclined with a palpated needle. You want to feel sensation of air in your throat, but you cannot.
What even is air? BE DIRK
Dave is on his way. His way to John house. You are driving him, having a ton of chats with your bro. It is not very unusual for you guys to talk so openly, in fact, it is part of the Strider's genes.
You, the blonde with spiked up hair smirks a grunt. You is a little surprised to see your brother …..uh…..giggling.
Something is wrong with him. Something terrible has attached itself to your bro's brain and…you are not really sure if it is contagious or not. Surely it is not healthy…
You snap a peek from the youngster and raise a fine slick blonde brow. "Uh…dude. You okay over there?"
He scrunches up his joyful mood for a second and realizes, yes…he may have been getting out of character here. A little too emotional for an Egbert. Damn that dang derp. Should he really be making Dave emotional around his bro? No irony here.
He must be a little too embarrassed because you see a red rosy blush across his face. That's right, not just his cheeks, the whole face, folks! wink wink.~
You laugh in deeply. Your bro can be so cute sometimes. You really hope this Egbert kid is not some dumbass, disrespectful, piece of crap that tries to take advantage of the lil'dude. You would be woopin' his ass sometime soon, if this was the case.
But…He is not like this, right? Because Dave would not have a care for him if he was…. Hopefully…
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You might or might not be as nervous as Dave right now. Well, you mean, lil'dude and lil'dude already met each other and seen each other for a while, not like you met this dork.
Well, you finally have time to see what Dave was always so shy to talk about…Let's see.. who is trying to seduce your little brother. Hopefully he is not some kind of old pervert or whatever.
You walk in following, your little Dave that you worked so hard to raise. You are kind of proud of yourself to see how great he has turned out. I mean, it is just you feeding him, putting a roof above his head, helping him through some pretty hard situations and now, here he is…going to his first boyfriend's house.
You can remember when he first told you that he liked boys. He would always be so embarrassed when you brought a topic up like that. And, he probably saw you and Jake kissing a few times and maybe thought a little more into it. Girls are not always the love you are looking for. You once tried to tell him this, he got angry…He told you to shut up…he likes girls and he is not some, 'gay faggot.' Now, this made you extremely upset. You had to set his mind in the right place. You finally got him to stop hanging out with those, 'friends' or whatever the fuck they are.
You had many talks with him and had many stressed out fights with him, but what can you say? He is a teenager and that is what they do. They go through so many,' curiosity' stages and can not help but to help him with that. You want to help him get through everything. That is what you are there for. You are proud of him no matter decisions. You just want to put him through the right path to a very bright future.
So, you really hope this kid he is all, 'strider giggly' about all this is not some stuck up dude or some shit. You are very worried about Dave. All Dave does is talk about John, a little more than he should? No.. It is all he is concerned about. You really hope John is worth it just a tiny bit.
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The white door was swung open, so viciously that you gaped. What appeared was a little, very little dude with black ruffled hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He looked like a stereotyped geek to you. So, Dave likes nerdy boys, huh? Wow… you are learning more and more.
He was shocked with a giant load of distress in the corner of his eyes, he blinked as if he was seeing if this was really happening. Well, it is your prince to come get you, the damsel in distress.
BE DAVE:
You are now Dave, and you are smirking like the badass you are. Except, though you feel kind of a bit like a teen girl because your heart is having way too many backflips, all you guys did was make eye contact and you are acting as if you had just done it.
"Surprise! I wanted you to meet my bro, Dirk."
The derp rose his black brow. " But.. I already met him."
"What? No …you have not."
"Yes! He probably remembers me too! God, Dave…you really have no memory after all…do you?"
BE A DIRK
You gagged a tight laugh in. Oh hoho. This little innocent one. He was at his house every weekend…How could Dave forget?! He would never forget something like that. You are not sure if you happy, or suspicious. Probably both. You are happy it is him, he seems like a gentle, sweet kid. In fact, you know that is true…but, it is not like you made a conversation with him on the weekends. You were mostly out with Jake then. You had work on the week…maybe that is why Dave cannot remember? Or has Dave been doing drugs? Thh…
You crease your lips and nod saying, "Hey. What's up?"
The boy smiles and shakes your hand. Surprisingly, he has a very tough grip. You like that~ You think Dave made a perfect choice. You let out your have been stressing on for so long.
"Hey Dirk! I am Dave's friend! Hehe. I think you know, already though!" Okay, you have learnt how to see your brother's subtly reactions to things and this is a time. Dave is over there, he keeps glancing around…on the ground anywhere but you too. You can tell he is blushing.
You can see why because this boy has the cutest giggle you had every heard in your life. Oh…dear…
"So, you sure you are a boy?" You ask him with quite some sneer there and he scratches the back of his head in full blown humiliation. Aha…How cute. He is blushing like Dave…
"Haha! Yes, I..I am!" He forces your joke to a pity in his stomach. He tries to laugh and you know it is not really funny for him. If only he knew…you really are curious. How could someone that cute be a guy. Come on now.. Get serious.
You see your little brother searching back and forth, looking for something and he finally asks, "Hey, your dad's not home right? You, uh, told me he was leaving. When is he getting' back?"
The black-haired boy just blinked, processing his boyfriend's words. Haha…you like that name…'boyfriend. '
"Oh…Yeah! He is not h-here…he left for w…worl..work.." Why is the dude all stutter on his words now?
You were kind of lost in just thinking about random shit until you hear that little guy talk…What is his name again..? "Uhm…So, thanks for dropping Dave off..I will walk him back home tomorrow morning. It means a lot. Thanks."
OH HELL NAH. He thinks he is just going to sit here and cuddle with YOUR little brother without supervision? Well, guess what? Sure…go ahead.
"Just don't be doing any weird shit, you got that?" You pointed at that little nerdy boy who is grinning for what is the damn reason?! Stick those dumb teeth back in man…you look so…cute.
"Weird things? What do you mean?" Oh, now he is playing all innocent? Naïve? Huh?
" You know what I mean. I am trusting you with him. So better not do any thing stupid or I will beat your ass."
BE A VERRRRYY SCARED JOHN:
You are a very scared John and you are just so frightened…you just want this man to leave your house. Your heart is thumping out of your chest and you think you feel all too nervy about staying alone with Dave, at YOUR house. What THE fuck! What the hell are you guys both going to do? You usually go places…never your house! You never had to plan anything…Maybe some video games? But..uh..then what?
Dammit, Dammit. . You are so frustrated to the core of your brain, making your heart rattle out apologies for beating so harsh. It hurts so much…Gosh…This might just turn out to be more awfulness than enjoyment.
You rest your head on the arm of couch next to Dave, not even realizing Dirk has already left until you feel a palm laid onto your shoulder, comforting you.
"Hey…What's wrong?" The voice is so soothing and you think…maybe you can last this night with him.
You melt a smile onto him and he does the same as you lean up and rest your irises onto his shades. You sigh again.
"I wish I could see your eyes, y'know? It is not fair, you get to see mine!" You play a stubborn child with your arms crossed and lips sticking out. You really do wonder…Does he really have eyes? Is he an alien? Aha! You would still love him not matter what!
The blonde laughs, restlessly shaking his head with his legs cross, he is reclining now with a smirk. Damn these Striders. " Haha. No man…these are mine…for no one else to see. You would think I look like some kind of monster. You would be scared and flip your shit, running off, telling everyone, ' Hey Dave has red eyes! Something's wrong with him. He is deformed.' And all the police would be searching for me. They would trap me, thinking I am an alien. It would be lonely…I am not sure if I want to be locked up surrounded by little green men and gorillas."
He frowns turning away, not even realizing in one of his little rambling sessions, that he just told you…why he did not want you to see his eyes.
I giggled. " Hehe! Really Dave? Red eyes? Those are not that bad! I bet they look awesome on you! Let me see! Please? Please?!" You clench your hands together and start begging on your knees now, not really sure if you are doing that puppy dog face right or not, but oh well.
"The hell do you think I have red eyes for?!" He yells and it sort of scares you because this seems like some real anger here, but it is just Dave being Dave. He get's over dramatic and starts yelling. It is not something you like about him. Maybe something you rather not see that all the time.
" You just told me! You kept talking and talking and it just flew out! Don't be mad at me! You said it!"
"Well shit" He sighs and leans back against the couch. " Guess I should careful about doing crap like that. It's not helping…"
You raise a brow with confusion attached. " Not helping what?"
"Nothing" He answers as we drift off into a long silence. Awkward at its best.
Maybe he fell asleep? You cannot really tell' cause of those damn glasses as you spread a sly smirk over your lips, rubbing your hand together like an evil minion. Well, you are…because you have the perfect idea, EVER!
You lean down, close to Dave's ear and whisper, " You wanna make out?"
BE A WORRIED DAVE
You jump, jerking your head towards him , almost gasping for air. Not quite. You cannot show any emotions now, Strider. You cannot do any of these dumb girly things like…this stupid blush.. Why is it so hot in here? Not like it is Texas or anything.
John is just grinning at you, laughing his ass off. The fuck?! What's so funny?! Then, that is when you make the connection. Your eyes drift down to his hands as your stomach sinks to the bottom. Oh GOD NO. This cannot be happening.
"FUCK YOU JOHN!" You scream and grasp for you shades that are lying, tucked into his hand. He is giggling as your face gets to be the brightest of reds. This has gone way to far…
"Hehehehehe! But your eyes! They match you so well! You are so cute with them! Awww!"
"Shut up and give me them back!" You snap out your hand. You are wrestling with him, . His faced is flushed in complete derpy laughter. He seems to be all choked up in his little laughing fit and not even realizing, that oh God…you are on top of him. Somehow. Some point when this was happening, you wrestled him to the floor and you are on top OF HIM.
His laughing starts settling down and he looks up at you, tilting his head. Stupid Egbert…being all cute… it is all his fault. It looks like it is all your fault. You look like the PERVERT. Trying to get it on with him…but he did it! His stupid sneaky way of his. Fuck you life.
You just cannot take much more of this.
You latch your pathetic thoughts that tell you that what you are about to do is a VERY bad decision. But..you cannot help it because. John's face is so red and he..is so happy. You just cannot stand to stay away. You have to.
You have to.
You are going to do it.
You are going to..
You are doing it.
You are kissing him.
You are kissing him and he is just smiling onto your lips, kissing back. He is kissing back! He slightly moves his lips back and forth over yours and you are not sure if you like the drilling lightning in your stomach on not. It is driving you absolutely nuts.
But, it feels right.
You smile as you place your pale palms over his faintly tan skin. He can get a tan but not you? Damn Egbert. You grimace but just for a second, because the most wettest weird ass thing is pushing against your lips now, trying desperately to get inside. The hell is this?
It pushes into the entrance of your mouth and you believe oh my….no,,,It cannot be…
John was serious about this? You pull in your red cheeks and do the same as him. It is so nerve-wracking for you, you cannot breathe all too well, but it is all fine with you because you, sir, are making out with John Egbert. The cutest derp ever. This is perfectly fine with you.
Though not everything in the world is all in fantasy princess land because is it just you or did you hear a gasp? Please tell yourself that that was just the little dork. please. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please!
Oh, well fuck you Dave. IT is not John…It is John's Dad? JOHN'S DAD? When the hell did he even get in here? Can he not..tell this is kind of privacy they need.
Oh..Well.. I guess you are in the old man's living room, huh? Well, shit.
Now, that you had stopped slurping your bro up, John looks up at you with questions of all sorts written across his eyes. " What? Why did you stop-"
" JONATHAN EGEBERT. GO UP TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW."
You awkwardly snap your eyes back to John and he is crying. Crying. What the heck? He is in trouble? What for? Dirk told you this was all normal! Well, uh, maybe his father is a little more strict over this. Dirk is pretty …weird…Oh God…Why did you listen to him? Why? Why?! Why did this have to happen at this time and right here! It is not right! What did you do to deserve this?!
Okay…do not answer that….but really. John is sobbing now and he keeps shrilling out a bunch of mumbles you cannot understand, but your name and. -" I am so sorry! Dave..I am sorry!" He running upstairs, shaking as he trips over his self fifty times.
"And as for you Mister Strider…I'm going to have a LONG chat with your Father."
" I don't have a Father" Good going, Dave… oh smooth. Why the fuck would it matter? Dirk is not going to punish you, he is the one who has been trying to make you make a move on the small boy and of course you would never unless John said it was fine. You could never handle it by yourself!
But, this little asshole in front of you just made John cry and you are beyond angry.
"Well.. that explains why you have not been raised." He breathes in a tight inhale and continues, "I am taking you home, Who watches over you?"
"My bro.."
"Your bro? Well, he is going to like what he hears…"
"Sure he is. Pretty damn proud."
The old man raises a brow and huffs.
"Get in the fucking car." He is pointing as you fight your way out of his smashed grasp on your wrist. The hell you are going with him!
"I am WALKING HOME! YOU FUCKING OLD MAN. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME." His wrinkles saturate together as you say this. He releases you and you skid away to your apartment. Going to tell him all the freakin' crap that happened.
Oh, those two will not get along.