A/N: Why is John in a mental hospital? What happened to Dirk? Will there be yaoi in this fic? (*wonk, wonk* Haha, I have no idea... :3) When does Dave come in? And will Jade ever find true love? One or none of these questions shall be answered in this chapter of A Safe Place to Fall! Stay tuned folks! ;)
PantherKing64: Eeep! Not-So-Casual spoilers! 0.0 Hehe, thank you! Enjoy your readin'! :3
gravitysabully: I just had to put the teenage love angst in with Dirkie~ *wonk* ;]
NekoYuurei: Yes, Dirk needs to hug it all out... v.v and nobody expects anyfin when the author's on crack. :T Hahaha, just kidding? -.-
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Two sharp knocks echoed throughout John's room, as sunlight filtered onto his face. He mumbled several unintelligible words and flopped over, continuing to snore on. He seriously didn't want to wake up just yet.
"Knock, knock." A deep voice with a slight Texas twang, called out from the other side of the door. John groaned and began crawling out of bed, fumbling around for his glasses.
"Who's there...?" He mumbled, still trying to peel open his goopy and crusty eyelids.
"Fucking Santa." Was the quick and emotionless reply.
"Santa who?" He called out, falling out of the bed with a heavy oomph.
"Santa aint going to get you any damn presents if you don't get your ass up." John smiled at that, fumbling to actually stand and pull some jeans on.
"Just a minute!" He rushed over to his trunk and dug through the stash of clothing. He found and tugged on his favorite and most treasured hoodie, it was a dark blue with a lighter blue wind shape thing in the middle. The hoodie had definitely had its due of wears and washes, but he just couldn't part with it. Lastly the boy jammed on his high tops, and tried not to trip on his way to the door. The guy standing on the opposite side of the wooden door was, well, unique, to say the least... He basically looked as if he'd been pulled straight out of some anime show. His bright blonde hair was styled up in a quiff, and he was wearing these crazy, triangle sunglasses. The small stud in his eyebrow, and neon orange scrubs only helped to make him look even more surreal.
"The name's Dirk." Anime guy stated.
"Um, I'm John." He mumbled shyly, as the other nodded and turned around.
"Well kid, time for you to meet everybody else." Dirk called out over his shoulder, as his super-luminous-orange-scrub-covered shoes slapped against the tile floor. John had to sprint slightly, to catch up with the older man.
"E-everyone else?" He asked nervously, stuttering slightly.
"Yeah. You didn't think you were the only one living here, did you?" Dirk curiously quirked an eyebrow at the shorter boy.
"Well, when you put it that way..." He trailed off, looking down at the ground as they both reached a pair of double doors. Dirk pushed open one of the doors, revealing a large carpeted room with several wooden chairs and tables, and a few couches as well.
"We call this the common room." John nodded as they both stepped in. "I have to go check up on someone, but you have fun making friends." He patted the other's shoulder in a brotherly way, and walked away in a hurried fashion. John looked around, biting his lip nervously. Well, he felt awkward, especially since everyone had been couple in pairs and groups, leaving him the only one alone. He decided not standing in the front of the room like an idiot, might help his case. He walked to the cluster of tables and finally spotted someone else who was by themselves. The boy's platinum blonde hair almost looked white in the lighting. He was sitting back, red converse covered feet resting on the table, with a pair of aviator sunglasses resting on his face. What was with everybody wearing weird sunglasses inside? John all but ran over to the kid, pulled out a chair and sat across from him excitedly. The unknown boy set his feet on the ground, and crossed his arms.
"Forget about newbie, we should be calling you little boy blue." He said simply, gazing at John through his dark shades. His voice felt like pure chocolate, and John could tell that he had a habit of over-thinking every word before they ever passed his pale lips. All this thinking of speaking was making John flush an embarrassing color.
"Heh, y-yeah, I guess you could say that..." He stumbled over his words, the blush spreading over his cheeks. God, he hated it when he blushed! It made him feel so vulnerable... Silence followed after John's dorky response.
"Well, I'm Dave." The blonde supplied after several intensely awkward moments.
"I'm John." He smiled softly, trying not to seem like a total derp in front of this obvious cool kid.
"So, who do you know around here?"
"Just, well, you, Jane, and Dirk..." He shrugged, looking around. Dave leaned in and rested his forearms on the table, a slight smirk on his lips.
"You wanna hear all the dirt then." He asked, quirking an eyebrow and flashing a dimple.
"Um, sure!" He nodded excitedly, eager to make a new friend so quickly.
"Ok, so you see that guy over there with the 3-D glasses and star trek haircut." Dave nodded in the direction, and John looked over his shoulder at the said guy.
"Yeah?"
"Well he's pretty bipolar, majorlybipolar. The girl with the dazed look and aries shirt, has died three times and come back. It's been years but she's still traumatized by her days 'on the other side'. And that guy over there with Harry Potter scar and greaser garb? He's really just a suicidal douchebag. Trust me, you don't want to get to know him. The girl over there with the blue cat hat, she's coloring or some shit. I'm pretty sure she's autistic, but she's always traipsing over this guy with anger issues that won't give her the time of day."
"Aw! Poor girl..." He said, watching the cat-like girl sketch away. John's heart all but broke when she when up to a guy with an angry sneer and tried to show him her drawing, the major word being tried, as he up and left when she got near. "That's so sad." He pouted at her failed attempt for the guy's attention.
"Yeah, but there's an even bigger sob story here." Dave added nonchalantly.
"About what?" John asked, tearing his gaze away from the trench-coat covered girl.
"So you know Dirk."
"Yeah, I walked in here with him."
"Well the story goes, that there's this patient here named-" Dave's enrapturing story was quickly cut off by a shrill bell. "Welp, time for me to skedaddle out of here." He stated, standing up.
"Wait! What about the story?" John asked his eyes wide. Dave sighed, and pushed in his chair.
"I tell you later, but I really have to go before they start passing out people's meds."
"But Dave..." John begged, wanting to know at least the gist of what the sob story was.
"I can't man, but you know what don't get."
"What?"
"You."
"Huh? What about me?" He asked worriedly.
"Nobody knows anything about you. You could be an absolutely swell guy, or a grade-A mass murderer."
"But I'm not crazy!" He burst out, not wanting anyone to think otherwise.
"Does it matter?" Dave shrugged, and turned away, walking out of the room with his hands in his pockets.
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A/N: Every time John spoke, ohemgeee! Too kawaii uber cute shyness disorder much? ;3 Sometimes I want to actually make a fanfic serious, but then my brain's like, NOPE. Yeeeaaahhh... :b
