Chapter Seven (The Wedding Cupcakes)

Omg you guise had BETTER throw reviews at me! You all know that's the only thing that keeps me going right? -_-

And I'm awful sorry it's taken me so long this time! What with school starting up, the Olympics, and my general daily responsibilities I haven't had much time at all!

"Dave…?" John chewed unconsciously on his bottom lip, his hand still resting on Dave's shoulder. What the hell was going on? Suddenly, the blonde started and directed his wild eyes towards the far wall. After the silence had continued for what seemed like three years, he dove towards the ground and grabbing his shades, jammed them back on his face.

"Well, Egbert. I better get goin'. Can't stick around in any one place too long you know. The cool starts to melt." He voiced in an offhand tone but John could hear the tremor of nervousness worming its way to the surface.

"Oh come on! You're not that cool! Besides, glaciers have traveled all over the continent!" John joked halfheartedly, still confused.

For a second Dave turned to stare at him in disbelief before reaching for the window sill and hoisting himself up. "Sorry, you know how it goes. Circles don't fit the square holes and all that. Later dude."

John frowned, processing the statement. "Are you saying I'm square?"

"No way. Wouldn't ever say that. Nope. Yuh'll never hear that phrase from my mouth. Not in a million years." Dave rattled off tonelessly, almost frantically.

John reached forward, throwing his arm in the way of Dave's exit. "What is going on? I thought we were getting along really great…"


Dave flinched at the hurt resonating in John's voice and paused in his hasty retreat. This wasn't what he wanted at all. He liked being here. He liked talking to John. He liked John.

Wait what.

"Look, that's… that's not what I'm saying at all." Dave muttered. "I just-"

"Then what's the problem?" John asked bluntly. His arm was still blocking the window, his eyes shining with what could only be loneliness.

In a fit of anger, anger at this situation, anger at his genetics, and anger at fate itself, Dave turned and whipped off his shades. "There. How's about this?"

John stared into his eyes for a moment then withdrew his arm and crossed both over his chest.

Dave's heart sank and he braced himself for the coming command to vacate the premises pronto.

"And? Your eyes are too cool for me to look at? Is that what the problem is?"

Dave was speechless for approximately three seconds before a flood of words drowned his worry and inhibitions and he spat the first things he thought of. "Don't you think it's weird? Doesn't it creep you the fuck out? Wanna know if I made a contract with Satan? Want to ask what it's like to be a freak? Why aren't you wigging out? It's not normal."

John shrugged. "So you have red eyes. Mine are blue. What does it matter?" Taking a step back he continued, "So are we going to watch a movie or not? I already got it out and everything."

Seeing the fake pout on John's face, for the first time in years, Dave felt an honest to God smile curve his lips up. "Got any shitty snacks?"

John beamed back blindingly. "I think my dad has some cupcakes in the cupboard."

"What kind?"

"The nasty kind with too much frosting and sprinkles and magic on 'em." John countered, grimacing.

"Dude. Dude, are you trying to say you don't like goods of the baked variety?"

"You try growing up here. Every day it's a constant battle to stay cake free." John muttered, leaving the room after one last curious backward glance as though to see if Dave had made a getaway as soon as he'd turned his back.

"Bet he comes back with carrots." Dave murmured, smiling lightly to himself and sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed frame. Ok. It was time to calm the fuck down. He had made it here. The worst that could have happened had, John was ok with it, it was all going to run as smoothly as he'd hoped.

"Hey Dave." John said, suddenly appearing in the doorway with a tray of food. "I just had a thought."

He glanced up from where he was playing with the plush carpeting.

"How'd you know where I live?"

"Oh. You know, the magic that is my all knowing omnipotent powers."

"Omnipresent."

"Sure, that." He shrugged, reaching over and grabbing a cupcake off the plate John had placed on the floor. "Some girl from class told me."

John frowned in confusion. "Some girl?"

"Yeah, that piece of work with the cane and glasses."

"Oh! Terezi? Why does Terezi know where I live?" John asked quizzically.

"You got me." Dave rambled around a mouthful of sweet angel food cake. "Hey." He swallowed. "These ain't half bad, Egbert. Your dad's a mighty fine cook."

"Hmm?" John glanced up distractedly from the remote where he was attempting to adjust the volume. "Oh, no I made those." He waved his arm absentmindedly.

Dave choked on his third cupcake.


Hearing Dave hacking up a lung John turned to whack him on the back. "You ok?" He asked frantically.

"You made these?"

"Uh huh. My dad taught me when I was little!"

"That's crazy, man."

John bit his lip. "Why? Is it too nerdy?"

"The fuck're yuh talkin' about? This is a goddamn miracle that I'm shovin' in my mouth. Like, damn, better call Fox News; we got a cover story here!" Dave sucked a bit of frosting off his finger. "Egbert, I would marry any girl who baked like this."

John blushed and, recovering quickly, chuckled. "Oh well, I guess you ate it then…"

Dave blinked. "Ate what?"

"The proposal ring I hid in the cupcake." John ducked as frosting and fluffy, chewed cupcake was spewed across his floor. "Hehehe, just kidding!"

"You really don't let up do you?" Dave muttered, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

John grinned and leaned back on his hands, this time not worried with how Dave had taken his joke. It felt natural. It felt right.

"Hey Dave!" When Dave glanced up John laughed happily. "I think we're going to be really great friends!"

*collapses on floor* This is turning to shit! Shit shit shit shit SO FAST I CAN'T EVEN KEEP UP WITH MY OWN SHIT WRITING.