I don't feel like rp-ing as a MC R/N... Hello class, today we shall be studying the fabulous find of fanfiction. So why don't we start with this story, shall we? As always, please remember that those who right fanfiction usually do not own the original characters or plot, and such is the case with this one. (That was a disclaimer.)
Ch. 3 Egderp: Why?
John returned as the sun was beginning to rise, shining through the bedroom window on platinum-blond hair; glinting off moist, red eyes.
"Dave! What's wrong?" a worried John ran and embraced the other. He shifted onto the bed, rummaging through his pockets for a tissue. He offered it to Fira, who shook his head.
"Nothing. Why Ghostbusters," Fira motioned at the bedsheet "Egderp, why." He watched John's cheeks turn a pale rose, and he knew he had successfully avoided the subject. Maybe he'd learn more about the 'Egderp' thing too.
"Ghostbusters are amazing and anyone who says otherwise is a total dipwad," John paused. " They were also on sale." At that remark, Fira had to try his hardest to not burst into laughter. Instead, he turned the laughter threatening to ruin his composure into a smirk.
"Really? Alright then, John … ny" Fira watched as John incredulous features became those of revenge.
"You did not just go there, Davey." John warned
"Yes I did." Fira gave him a look that said: 'I'm smirking at you even if you can't see it'; we shall call it an eye-smirk. "Anyway, where'd you head off to, Egderp?" Fira turned away for a moment, grabbing a sheet of paper that sat on the nightstand and hiding it behind his back.
"W-what did you call me?" John's eyes widened and grew misty, at which he took the forgotten tissue and dabbed his eyes.
"Egderp." Fira repeated. After a beat, he realized it would probably be a good idea to show John the letter. "I got it from here. You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," John waved his hand dismissively. "It's just...I had a friend who called me that. Funny, he was named Dave too. This," he pointed at the letter, "Was the last thing I got from him before they took him away."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Fira felt a new, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, which he promptly ignored. "Hey, you never told me where you went."
"Right!" John's face lit up. He pulled out a small card. "I got you this!" He handed the card to Fira, who in turn viewed it.
"An identification card. 'Dave'. Geez John, why'd you go through all this trouble for someone you just met?" Fira looked up at John, placing his hand on John's arm. "Thanks. Really though, why'd you do it?"
"I-I didn't want them to take you away," John murmured, staring at the letter still on his lap. "My friend...they took him away because they thought he was a demon. You come from disease-ridden towns, Dave, and from what I found there's a lot of people prosecuting you. No names," John quickly added, seeing Fira's worried expression. " I'm not going to ask for your real name, or if Dave is your real name, but I'd like you to trust me. And,"John furiously wiped away a runaway tear. "I guess that's why I got you the card." Fira was left dumbfounded, unable to move. He knew he needed to leave, before he, too grew attached to John. 'Two more days' he reminded himself.
"I've got to go." He slipped his sunglasses on and ran out of the apartment, hearing a faint 'Dave!' before he was out of earshot. Below him, the grass began to wilt, and the flowers began to wither.