"John! Dave!"
John was roused by the sound of Dirk calling from downstairs, feeling around for his glasses. He finally located them, not remember taking them off last night. He put them on, and got out of bed, stretching. He heard Dave getting up behind him. "Good morning.." he mumbled sleepily, hearing a much more groggy, "..'Morning." behind him. He wanted to think Dave hadn't slept very well, instead of not at all, because he sounded bitter. Maybe he just wasn't a morning person.
John started out into the hallway, going towards the stairs, where Dirk was waiting at the bottom. "Yeah?" John asked, smoothing down his hair like he normally did. "Are you hungry? We made breakfast." Jake chimed in, setting the bar that surrounded the kitchen area for a meal.
Just then John felt his stomach cry needily. Yes, he was starving. Popcorn wasn't exactly a decent meal, and they had planned to order pizza, but it had been too late by the time they remembered. "Is Dave up? We don't want him sleeping into the wee hours." Jake chirped as John made his way downstairs. "Yeah, I'm up." Dave shouted from the guest room. John turned around to see the blonde walking slowly down the hallway, smiling to himself. Dave's hair was incredibly messy, and it clashed with the shades that lay crookedly on the bridge of his nose.
"Aww. How sweet." John teased when Dirk adjusted the aviators on Dave's face, and smoothed down his hair for him. "Coolkid's gotta be tidy." Dirk said defensively. "I'll let Dave sulk twenty-four hours a day, but only if he looks good." Dave nodded in response, sitting down at the kitchen bar. John took a seat next to him, watching at Jake dished out golden brown crepes, chocolate basically dripping from them, and merging with the juice coming from the peaches that shared the plate with them.
"It looks good, Jake." Dave said, snickering at Dirk's hurt expression. "Hey, I made yours so you better can it." he responded, Dave suddenly looking a little scared to eat his. "What did you do to it?" he hissed.
"I cooked it, I filled it, and I'm about to stuff your face in it if you don't shut up." Dirk shot back. "I'd like to see you try!" Dave snarled, straightening up and shooting a threatening glare at Dirk. "Don't fuckin' tempt me Dave."
John, meanwhile sat between them, getting pretty damn uncomfortable at the bickering. "Boys..I.." Even Jake was unsure what to say to break them up. "Don't break any furniture please." he just sighed, as Dirk ended up getting Dave into a headlock, the smaller of the two pummeling Dirk with his knee, both incoherently shouting at each other.
"Is this common?" John asked, glancing at the two uneasily. "Yeah. Honestly I don't think they'd be brothers if they didn't fight like this." he said, shaking his head. "Normally Dirk is the one that starts it. Something must be up with Dave." Jake said, shrugging.
John had long since begun eating, Jake too, and it was almost comical watching the two fight with each other, cursing and brawling on the floor. Eventually they got worn out, and sat back down, glaring at each other.
"Bitch."
"Asshole."
"Dick."
"Idiot."
"Bastard."
"Shithead."
"Fuckface."
"Moron."
"Enough!" Jake interrupted them, smacking Dirk on the side of the head and shooting a threatening look at Dave. "You both are acting like imbeciles. Knock it off." he sat back down, and a long silence fell over the room.
"Sorry Dirk."
"Yeah..me too."
The silence continued on until they finished eating. "We should probably take John home before his father flips his shit and calls the cops thinking we've killed him." Dirk said after the dishes were cleaned.
Shit. John had totally forgotten about his father. He must have been worried sick when John didn't come home. He'd have some serious explaining to do. "Yeah. We should probably go.." he whispered. "Alright, no worries, just let me grab my keys, and..okay. Let's hit the road." Jake said, leading them out to his car. It was a 2001 Dodge Neon, and very well maintained for it being a thirteen year old car. The bright blue paint glistened in the daylight, and made John wonder exactly the point of that color. It seemed a little tacky, to be honest.
They got in, and dropped off the movies on the way back to the complex. "I'd love to stay, but I'm afraid I've got some errands to run." Jake said once they got there, glancing at Dirk. He nodded, getting out of the car and over to the driver's side, giving Jake a short kiss goodbye.
"Get a room." Dave teased, John playfully punching him in the shoulder as they got out and began walking towards the complex.
"Want me to go back to your apartment with you?" Dave asked, raising an eyebrow. John shrugged, and chuckled nervously. "I guess, but you see, Dave, I think my dad thinks we have a thing.."
"A thing?" Dave seemed all around confused, the realization hitting him slowly. "Like...a thing, thing? Dude, I don't.. what? Of course we don't what the fuck?" Dave growled, turning bright red.
"Yeah, I know, it's stupid." John laughed softly. "I'm not even gay, the man's lost it." he shrugged, and adjusted his glasses, walking towards the building a little faster, to be immersed in beautiful air conditioning. Once again, it was scalding hot.
They got inside, and took the elevator up. Since John's apartment wasn't far from across from the elevator, they walked right out, and John pulled out his key to open the door, only for it to swing open before John could even touch the doorknob. His father, looking strained and frantic, stood in the doorway, pulling him into a hug. "Where the hell were you?" he screeched, practically squeezing his son to death. "I... dad.. you're killing me.." John hissed, struggling against the grip.
His father let go, and Dave steadied his friend, afraid he'd fall over. "We rented a movie and went to Dirk's boyfriend's house, and by the time it ended it was really late so I stayed the night there." John explained hurriedly.
The elder man looked at his son, as if he were going to either ground him or strangle him. "Do you know how fucking worried I was?" he growled, arms crossed as he sheparded John into the apartment, not even bothering to say goodbye to Dave when he slammed the door. "Did you even think to call? Perhaps even, I don't know, given me a heads-up of some sort?" Fury radiated from John's father, John could almost smell the sharp mix of anger and fear. "I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean-"
"Room."
"What?"
"Go to your room."
John opened his mouth to argue, but said nothing, his gaze downcast as he walked towards his bedroom, leaving his father alone. The good day had been ruined, and honestly, John felt guilty for ruining it.
