AN: Oh, wow! Thank you guys so much for all the favourites and alerts you're giving this thing, I didn't think it would get that many peoples attention! Also, a special thanks to my reviewers for your support, even if it's just a couple of words, it's pretty cool of you!

For making you wait a whole week, it's a pretty short chapter and I apologize, it's just that I don't have time in the week for writing, so I have to wait until the weekend. Just so you know, I'll try to get one chapter out every week and they may of may not be longer than this.


the rules- written by dave motherfucking strider

1. no sissy shit like trying to grab em off my face

2. you have one month

3 .I swear to god if I see one god damn scratch on these things you will never see the light of day again do you hear me egbert?


Day 1.

Both John and Dave had classes the next day, creating little alone time for the two of them. That didn't stop John though. Determined, he took every opportunity he could to try and see what mysteries lay hidden behind the layer of irony that was Dave's Glasses. His mind set was mostly if Dave was going to be difficult, John could do it too!

John quickly discovered that passing notes in class was about as effective as waiting around and doing nothing. Giving Dave that extra protection of written words was too much mercy on the boy and John would have none of that.

Rose and Jade were both reasonably helpful in their own ways to his endeavour. Jade diving encouragement and Rose giving advice about the inner workings of he brothers mind. John took both to heart, mid completely set on getting those god damn shades off his face once and for all!

The two of them were sitting together at lunch, having chosen to go to a quiet café/bookstore that the two of them frequented. It was a place that you would imagine being inhabited by old ladies and that dusty library smell. Dave claimed it was ironic, and John had made friends with most of the customers because "Jeez Dave, you can at least tryyyyyyyy to be nice to people you know!"

"… Are they brown? They're totally brown aren't they."

"Come on man, at least try and be a little creative. Brown eyes are the most boring colour there is I think I would try to hide them if they were brown that shit would be embarrassing."

"…Am I close?"

"…Closer than you were with blue, I'll give you that."


Dinner was Watery Kraft dinner in front of the T.V watching some old 80's horror movie with terrible special effects and cheesy love scenes. The two of them were curled underneath a blanket, trying to stay warm by sharing body heat instead of turning up the heater because that shit was expensive and they both knew it.

Also John knew that Dave secretly liked to cuddle but would never tell.

"They're grey, right? You have grey eyes?"

"Try again dude."

"Green?" There was a scream from the movie, but John was to preoccupied by the problem of Dave's sunglasses. He didn't see what was going on and neither did he care.

"You're never going to get it at this rate man. Just watch the movie."

"I can't!" John exclaims as he puts a hand on Dave's shoulder. He turns to look at the blue-eyed boy, finding no sign of relent.

Dave leans down to give John a gentle kiss, trying to reassure his boyfriend that it's really not that important but John doesn't show any signs of letting up. He doesn't move away though because as much as Dave wants to comfort John, John is doing the same thing right back. Soft, sweet kisses continue to be exchanged on the couch and John if feeling all of the emotions in his chest that he is too scared to give names to let alone voice.

Soon though, they pull apart. The movie is already well into the plot and there's no way they could catch up now without rewinding it. John doesn't know if it's the game, pride, irony, or some hidden insecurities that's keeping Dave from removing his shades for John, but he lets the issue go for tonight, melting his worries away in the heat of the blanket, Dave's arms wrapped around his waist, and his neck right underneath John's lips.