It's about midday and you've just woken up, groggy as hell and not really interested in getting up. Your memory of last night is foggy, you just remember being angry. But then again, when AREN'T you angry? You could be thinking of any night, really. You sit up and lift your glasses, rubbing your eyes hazily before struggling to push yourself out of the bed, only to tip forward, nearly crashing to the ground. Thankfully the wall is next to your bed, so you hit the wall and that's about it. It hurts like fuck as you smack into it head first but regardless you're happy you didn't have to fall and then get back up. Fuck that. You're too tired, you would have just lay there. Though this wall is sort of comfy, you think. You find the motivation to go out to the kitchen where you hear John making lunch for the two of you.

As you approach the kitchen you think back to last night. It is slowly coming back to you like usual, but you hate the waiting. You just want to know what happened, so, you ask John straight up. Or well, you sit down at the counter and write a note to him, slipping it across so he can read it. John just smiles his usual smile, it's a bit more nervous than usual, but not scared or frightened nervous, just... anxious nervous. You question this, it isn't like John to act like this. Did you seriously do something that bad last night?

John takes a moment to think. "Nothing major Dave, don't worry! You were just drunk again, angry with me because I wasn't home... I'm sorry about that," he almost laughed, you were getting increasingly curious towards John's off behavior. Actually, by curious you mean annoyed. You hate not knowing things, it irritates you well until you find out what the hell is going on, and even then you remain pretty pissed off. Honestly you're just always angry at something.

You took back the note and flipped it over, pushing it over to John before folding your arms and resting your head in them. John takes the paper, flips it and looks at it for a couple of seconds, smiling. It's rare that you apologize, so when you do it, you mean it, even if you're still angry over whatever has happened, which you very much are. There is complete silence from John for following half hour while John cooks breakfast. He's making your favorite blue berry pancakes. You lift your head a bit to watch John cook. You're still angry with the boy, you want to scream at him but no. That's not an option, right?

John finishes up and grabs out two white, square plates, serves up their brunch and beams a goofy grin towards you, "Brunch is served!" he pushes a plate towards you and the other beside the previous, slipping around the counters and sitting down next to you, "Eat up, I have a surprise for you," John almost fucking squeals. Of course you don't verbalize it by any means but you think that near squeal was fucking cute. You've never been sure about your sexuality but you do think John is adorable. You definitely aren't in love with him, but you often consider the possibility of being attracted to John. You generally shrug it off, the kid claims to be straight anyway, so he's either telling the truth or is as straight as a rainbow and wont admit it for whatever reason. Maybe he was bullied for it when he was younger, you know a lot about that, but still. John would trust you, right? Then again, you can't help but feel selfish being left with these thoughts, it's not like you are completely honest with him yourself.

It takes about ten minutes for you two to both finish your 'brunch' as John calls it, you push the plate forward and sigh. By now you've calmed down some, you feel like shit but you're less angry. You pull out your phone, open Pesterchum and start to type to John.

"TG: you said you have a surprise

TG: what is it"

John hears his phone go off and looks at you, noticing you have your phone out, "You know you can just show me your phone Dave," he laughs a bit towards you and looks at his phone, "Oh right, of course! Well you know how I've been going to my course?" he starts off, you think about it for a second. Yeah, you know what he's talking about. That dumb course that he wont actually tell you what it's about. It's been bugging you for weeks and weeks. Might today be the day you finally find out? You nod and watch John with interest, "Well it finished last night sort of. We're on break for a month, I figured you and I could go out to dinner and I could tell you all about it," he explained, watching a small smile tug at your lips. Yes, thank fucking God. You hate waiting for this sort of shit, but John constantly refused to tell you anything about the course so eventually you stopped questioning him, there was no way you of all people were gonna resort to begging. No way man, no way.

John and yourself speak for a little while longer, discussing the plans for later on. He tells you while grinning that you smell terrible and hurries you along to the shower to get cleaned up before your date. 'Date,' you think to yourself. Is this a date? You doubt it, it's just John wanting to eat something fancy for a change instead of pizza and the other junk you two pick at, it's just John trying to make up for last night, it's just John being John and the idea that this isn't a date sort of makes your chest ache unbearably. You just rest your back against the shower and let the low pressure, cold water spit against you and the walls. You think you should probably start washing your hair or something, but you just rest there, eyes shut. You're worried about tonight and you don't know why.