'Dear Dave, GOD DAMN IT WHY CAN'T YOU RESPOND!~ Gah I'm talking to myself . Im So. So SO bored! I wish you could see me right now, Are you still moping? Please don't... thats the only thing bugging me right now. I don't even want to know what Jake is thinking... I miss you, Letters forever~ ~J. E 3
looking like an idiot, writing these letters when I know you can't get them.
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John folded that one nicely and neatly , placing it in the envelope and sending it out.
The storm had gathered, so he'd layered up on envelopes for that one when he sent it down, sending it to vanish in the rain and thunder sound...
'Johnnnnn John... Its time to give up now...'
"Go Away!"
'Johnnn. Your only hurting yourself...Im just trying to comfort you~...'
"Your not helping me at all...Why can't death mean. blankness..."he mumbles... Crosing his arms and resting his head in them.
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Speaking of his family...
Speaking of Jake more to say...
English sat on navy blue blankets...His head down low ...
A loss for words was all he could be at the moment, their family was still in grieving . . .
But the impact hadn't smacked him yet...That his litle brother wasn't at the computer desk, he wasn't going to complain about his room being invaded by his older sibling, and he wasn't going to come and shake him awake to tell him it was time to drive him for school. No more talking... No more complaining...
Normally wouldn't someone be happy... they never got along, but their blackmail on eachother had formed a relationship. He'd kept Jake and Dirk a secret, and Jake and Dirk were doing Dave and John the same favors...
Jake clutched in his hand one of Johns many t shirts , he leaned back on the bed, curling up there, just gripping the shirt as though it was his brother .
He was only hoping that John was doing ok wherever he was, isn't that all you could hope for at this point...
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Dirk had put Dave to work.. but the most heart wreching work in the world.
In a box on the couch, they were placing Johns things, shirts, except for one night shirt and Johns favorite white t shirt . Those Dave had in his own box in his room.
In the box Dirk was helping him with, was the stuff they would give to Johns family.
Clothing, Toys, or his 'pranking equipment ' as John had called it, spare glasses, books
Everything...
In Daves box, he kept all their photos in the frames, all the ones he'd tacked on his wall, Johns drawings he'd been given, the shirts, wristbands, Johns favorite stuffed animal, his sock monkey, complete with a fedora and fake moustache, won for him by Dave on their first date.
Johns journal, which he never opened and probably never will.
The only thing missing was Johns notebook and stationary stuff... it was nowhere to be found.
Along in that box was their photoalbum, those photos however... *ahem* couldn't be given to his family... none of them could...
Lets just say those um... text messages weren't always um... text.
OK! they were dirty pictures! gah~! tried to censor a bit!
Dave was just hiding so much, Johns cell phone was also kept with Dave, no matter dead or not he'd rather not have John's dads hands around his throat for their um.. certain texts and conversations.
Dave hid his box in his closet, under a mound of clothes, his room looked... empty...
He sat back on his bed , staring at the tank on his desk. "Casey... I don't think Daddy's coming to get you this weekend..."He mumbled
Casey, their Salamander, Also , won on their first tate at the carnival , She'd lasted soo long and they gave her back and fourth on weekends.
But nope.
Casey wouldn't be visiting her 'daddy' this weekend, because her other dad, had to attend his funeral...
'Dave! C'mon. Everyone needs a tux!'
'I don't want one!'
'You never know when you might need one!'Damn memories. The only time Dave would wear the tux that he had hung up in his closet... was to Johns funeral. He mumbled something to himself quietly before sighing .
"Yea... I guess I need one... Better look nice for when they fucking stick my boyfriend in the ground..."He mumbled.
He was going to argue that John shouldn't be buried, he thought that when you buried someone, their soul was trapped... and John didn't deserve that.
But he wouldn't dare stand up to any of them at his funeral. Fearing the ruining of his Best friends final gathering and moment together...
Why did life have to suck so much...
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