-yawns-pretty short,i know,to the non-existing folk who are reading this.

But to me,short is good.

Oh and sorry for any OOCness,tried D:

Anyway,enjoy what you can. :I

John grunted,rolling over in his bed , kicking off what was left of the covers.

"Pffsnarrgdurrmmmmz"

Dave left the base of the window as he snickered.

Little derp,even while he's sleeping.

This badass was climbing through John's window.

LIKE A BOSS.

He woke up at 4:00 this morning,and threw his multiple baseball tee's in a suitcase,along with his red boxers,and some black skinny jeans.

He texted his big bro to come take him to the airport ,but of course,bro wouldn't let him leave without a good ass-whooping .

A few black eyes and broken ribs later , him and big bro hopped into their creepy-ass van ,and drove on to the airport.

Dave ,upon arrival at the airport , finds a seat in B13 , his departure Station.

Or whatever that place you wait to board your plane is .He set's his suitcase down,only to realize that he his practically falling asleep .

What an uncool thing to do...

Better find some coffee before this gets any uncooler.

Dave sets off to multiple cafes , looking for a starbucks. Anything less expensive would be , yet again,LAME,so he continued on looking ,until what was desired poped up in the corner of his shaded eye.

Thats what he needed.

Good-old Starbucks .That place was almost as cool as he was. The place was made for him .

He could practically see his name, DAVE-FUCKING-STRIDER , in neon lights,right above that naked mermaid lady thing .

But enough of this daydreaming .Daylight was awaisting,and he needed his freaking coffee.

He walked right up to the cash register,not even needing to wait in line(even if there was no line)and ordered a grande caramel frappacinno with extra whipped cream and caramel.

"On the double."

"Will that be all for you,sir?"

Dave raised one eyebrow,hearing the cashier gasp , and turned away to collect his grande caramel frappacinno with extra whipped cream ,and strode out of that place ,like MJ moonwalking right before his huge pelvic thrust .

He took a sip of his frapp.

FMMMOOOSHHH -sound of sipping-

That hit the spot,perfect every time.

Exactly an hour later,Dave was knocked out on a plane ride to Washington.

John looked at Dave . What was he doing?Why was he here?

Either way he was way hotter in real life,and was really turning him on.

Hnnggggg

John mumbled in his sleep,as the dream Dave straddled his hips.

"Dave what are you doing?"

Finally voicing his thoughts.

Dave smirked at John below , only to see him blushing from ear to ear.

Dave awoke to someone poking at his side.

His right one to be exact.

"What up ,man?"

Dave turned to look at some pretty cool -and familiar-dude,wearing an orange baseball tee and a fluffy orange scarf.

"You getting off at Seattle?"

Dave nodded , a coolkid way of saying yes,for those of you nerds who don't know what cool body language is.

"Yeah well the planes gonna be there in exactly 15-wait 14 minutes,and i wanted to make sure a cool dude like you doesn't miss his destination."

"Thanks bro."

They parted with a fist bump.

With the 14 minutes-plus time it took to get off the fucking plane,so lets make it 27-He recapped on the dream he just had.