[A/N] {ModAdora here, sorry this chapter is short, a lot of them will be, but there will be at least 12 chapters, I promise. Now, on with what you're all here for: My story.}

The next morning, John woke up to the smell of baked goods and sighed. His dad was at it again. Then he remembered: Comicon! Oh yeah, he forgot to tell Rose and Jade! He grabbed his keyboard and waited for his computer to boot up.

Ectobiologist began pestering GardenGnostic:

[EB]: jade! guess what?

[GG]: what!?

[EB]:IM GOING TO SAN DIEGO COMICON TO MEET DAVE

[GG]: really? thats awesome! you two get along so well, its high time you met in person!

[EB]: yeah i'm really excited! hopefully he's nice!

[GG]: i bet he will be :D im so excited for you! bec is here, im gonna go play with him. chat me later!

GardenGnostic ceased pestering Ectobiologist

John smiled. Jade was beginning to suspect something about his and Dave's relationship, he could feel it. He tried pestering Rose, but no answer. "That's fine," he thought. "Dave'll tell her."

He headed down to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. He let his mind wander, and soon was thinking about Dave. He headed upstairs, nearly tripping over one of his dad's stupid clowns: I'm sorry; harlequins in the process. He reached his room again, and started scrolling through the photos he had saved, most were little video clips he had discreetly saved. They all had one thing in common: they were all of Dave. Dave playing the ukulele, Dave beatboxing with his brother in the background, Dave smiling like an idiot and running into a pool. He smiled. Then frowned. He hadn't even met this guy. Not really. He had a massive crush on a kid he'd never actually met. He closed the window and sighed. Dave didn't have an account, so they couldn't Skype, and John didn't have an iPhone so they couldn't Facetime. He had no way of knowing if this kid was real or not... He decided to push that thought out of his head. Of course Dave was real. He had to be. John was jolted out of his little thought bubble by the ringing of his Skype. Eh, it was just someone he only kind of knew from school. He decided to just ignore it, he was just in a stained shirt and boxers, and his hair was a mess. He didn't plan on getting dressed, either. He finished the bowl and went downstairs.

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